To The Women Fallen Between The Cracks Of Over Correction
Shout out to the women who were told we were lesser for relying on a man. The women who tried our best to be successful and independent only to have our bodies and/or minds shut down and become barely functional on us. To the women who had to drop out of school, quit our jobs, become isolated and housebound and let our spouses become our caregivers. Shout out to the women who feel like we’ve failed our gender by being disabled, by being utterly dependent, for insisting on agency and autonomy on behalf of women when we cannot exercise much of it for ourselves, not because of gender oppression but because of our own bodies and minds refuse to co-operate.
Shout out to the disabled and neurodivergent women who feel like we don’t belong in feminism because there are no spaces that accept the tired, the weak, the vulnerable and the dependent. Who feel lost in this narrative that celebrates strengths we don’t have, encourages an independence and autonomy that the disabled cannot afford and condescends to us for our necessary dependency on our partners. Shout out to the women who engage in feminism simply to ensure that our limitations are not used against the rest of our sisters. Shout out to the mobility-impaired women who are only able to engage in dialogue and activism via a keyboard and an internet connection and are then called armchair activists.
Shout out to the dependent women who cannot see themselves in any Strong Female CharactersTM. To the women who are derided and pitied for being able to provide only emotional labour, or domestic labour, or being unable to provide any labour at all. To the neurodivergent women who perfectly slot into the stereotype of The Hysterical Female, or The Promiscuous Female or The Attention Whore or the Oversensitive Crying Girl and hate ourselves for it. To the neurodivergent and disabled women who find comfort and purpose in gender-conforming duties and roles. To the women who cannot rebel, who are too tired to rebel, too busy surviving to rebel, who spend our lives searching for permission to be seen as weak and tired and scared and helpless as we feel without being judged for it.
Shout out to the women who love the people who feel less like our partners and more our caregivers. To the women who feel like we have condemned our spouses and partners to burden and misery by tying our lives to theirs. To the women who struggle against the great well of anger and resentment against feminism, against abled women, against neurotypical women, against our families, against our communities, our children, our spouses and caregivers, because we feel like we have no right to be angry at them while mooching off their income and patience.
Shout out to the women who count every day we keep breathing an accomplishment, in a world where that doesn’t seem to be a very big deal to anybody else. Because we didnt stay in school, we didn’t earn money, we didn’t really DO anything but keep breathing when the entire world seems to prefer that we stop.










