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doomspaniels · 1 year

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Folks

Gwyn's at the specialist

Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy carted her out of town so we could get her in sooner, try to figure this intermittent pain out, try to see why her bloodwork is Not Quite Right

and the specialist

thinks it's BEHAVIORAL.

🎉Behavioral🎉

Behavioral fake pain. Because it "shouldn't come and go."

She's a DOG.

This is her pain (the video I took as I was trying to determine where exactly it hurts, the pain is at her right side, last few ribs). Sound on.

#vet visits #cw medical abuse #incandescent fury

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drac-kool-aid · 11 months

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Seward going "oops, I've committed medical malpractice by taking my personal feelings out on my patients" is somehow more aware than some modern doctors. That isn't a glowing recommendation for either party tbh.

#dracula daily #dracula #re: dracula #jack seward #john seward #cw medical abuse

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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year

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I'm a firm defender of Arkham being terrible. The worst place on Earth. This place is clearly making everyone worse.

Give me Jonathan Crane loving how cruel and lax one could get with the "patients" at Arkham as he tested his toxin only for him to realize that the same "treatment" would be gave to him as he is finally caught by Batman. Jonathan who was one of the doctors who signed authorizing eletroshock "therapy" because he didn't care either way only for years later see himself being dragged to the eletroconvoulsive room.

Give me Harvey Dent trying to use his lawyer knowledge to protect himself and his friends by mentioning how solitary confinament against mentally ill people is not allowed on the state of New Jersey only for the guards/doctors to smile cruely and say "oh but this isn't solitary confinament it is *insert buzzword for solitary confinament that makes it legal*"(and yes prisons do that irl).

Harley painfully trying to explain both as doctor and as patient that inhumane treatment of inmates was scietifically proven to only make them more violent only to be ignored because "don't the guards deserve revenge" or some similar bullshit.

Ivvy who just wants her plants. Who gets physically sick when she can't get close to the green. But she can't have even sunshine because they specially discriminate against metahumans. And what if she uses her powers? Same for Music Maister except is worse because it is his voice! They even take Freezes suit away the first times but when they realize he will just die he just gets an special room that is basically temperature zero solitary but don't worry is for his own good.

All while doing human experimentation with Clayface because he is a meta anyway and honestly does he even count as human? And of course let's not forget Killer Croc that gets to be arrested in a cell on the fucking sewers. Yes it does not have basic sanitation whatsoever and yes Waylon deserves better.

Jervis who gets punished for daring saying they have no respect for the human mind. And King Tut who is mocked for his delusions instead of helped in any way.

Joker who spends more time in solitary than with actual people to the point is very likely that he was actually sane before Arkham and just an evil clown.

Riddler who spends most of his stay just drugged out of his mind because he talks to much and both the nurses and the guards find him annoying and isn't the silence best for everyone? And if him (or anyone who is reciving too much medication or the wrong meds) gets an addiction, well is not their problem.

And of course the more important part: Bruce who has no clue what is happening until Joan Leland enters the picture and contacts him for help because it doesn't matter if they are all criminals they are people and she is going to do her job (and Bruce Wayne is the only donor that cares). Cue to an horrifyied Bruce questioning his former stance on crime and getting ready to help make Gotham a place were rehabilitation is truly possible.

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immediatebreakfast · 8 months

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The relationship between Dracula the novel, and its telling of ableism around the characters is a rather complex issue that stems from both the narrative itself, and the framing of said ableism when applied to a character.

The book has gone on lenght to describe, and establish the power dynamic, the tension, and the interactions between Seward and Renfield in way that is clearly uncomfortable.

The illusions of Seward clinging to Renfield's status as a patient to defend a treatment that clearly puts the old man in the category of test subject. Renfield's performative words and actions towards Seward (that he knows will work) are painted as unsettling not only thanks to the internal ableism of the novel, but also to put Seward in a spot of morality in his profession at the cost of Renfield's treatment as a human being.

Remember that regarding Renfield's motives for his actions, Seward is at best drawing the wrong conclusions from them, and at worst turning into an unrealiable narrator to fit the version of Renfield that he has in his head. This gets worse when you add Seward's problems with sleeping, and depression.

The difference is that Renfield, despite his plans and his manipulations, at the end of the day is a mentality ill old man who is vulnerable. Even if Seward's unethical treatment si something that Renfield has known from the beginning, and sadly knows the exact consequences of it. He is human, and there is a point where we can't take it anymore.

"Happy thought! We shall to-night play sane wits against mad ones. He escaped before without our help; to-night he shall escape with it."

Narrative wise, it seems that Seward has dropped the pretense of convincing himself about how Renfield is a patient that he must treat, and instead Renfield is a test subject that he needs to observe.

Even if Jack said before how he wouldn't cross the line of feeding into Renfield's dellusions to study him, it was more to convince himself to not do it. That was also a time when Renfield was actively performing, and keeping afloat the power dynamic between to get a few pieces of freedom. So maybe Seward felt more comfortable in keeping that "line" when he perceived Renfield as a more (ugh) illogical madman that at least knew his "place" in their dynamic.

If Renfield now "sees" him as an equal, as a mere person entrusted with his care, then Seward has to admit to himself that his diagnosis, and theory about Renfield is wrong. That he observed, but did not process anything.

But now that Renfield has been "acting out" of the established dynamic, along with Seward's own depression taking a hold on his biases within the system of doctor-patient? If the constant use of restraining jackets, and a padded room says something, it's something that is not pretty.

#What brings today's entry? Ableism!#Both Seward and Renfield are one the most ambiguous characters in the book this does not excuse the medical abuse #Horror comes in multiple faces and today it comes from Seward's treatment of Renfield #dracula daily #dracula #jack seward #renfield #r.m. renfield #cw medical abuse

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buccellato · 10 months

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We can't really go into exactly how and why this is so cruel yet, but I still want to talk about it because it's insane how little perspective Knives has here:

We're shown a page of Vash being medically examined and experimented on in July (at Knives' behest, while he just cooly watches on), entirely against his control, where hes treated as an object and not a person

And after what would be a frankly horrifying and humiliating ordeal to go through, after having his body changed against his will to check his aptitude as a tool of violence and force it to activate for Knives' will, Knives has the gall to just...say this:

Yet he's doing the exact same thing! He's torturing his brother in cruel and humiliating ways while looking him in the eyes!!

#trigun #trigunbookclub #trigun spoilers #trigun maximum #cw medical abuse #what would he say if Vash actually got some of those scars from Thomas or Worms or just general accidents #like not every scar would necessarily be intentional but Knives never even genuinely asks where each one came from #but unfortunately Vash can't even throw his words back in his face because Knives is such an abuser he probably won't even acknowledge it #once again going through a “And what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?” moment #Knives probably watched Tangled and thought “y'know this Mother Gothel lady has a point”

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disabledunitypunk · 10 months

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Screenshot below:

[Image ID: A tumblr post with the username cut off which reads "i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet." /end ID]

No. Just no.

You don't HAVE TO do anything. ARFID is called an EATING DISORDER for a reason. What's it going to take to get it through your heads that some people cannot, under ANY circumstances, eat certain foods because of their neuroDISABILITIES. It's almost like disabilities of the brain can still make you NOT ABLE to do things!

You also have no moral obligation to be healthy. Healthism is one of the fundamental pillars of ableism. Health is a personal choice that must be fully, enthusiastically consensual (which does not mean you can mumble-grumble about the steps it takes to get there or have complex feelings that include resentment about the process or what caused the unhealthiness in the first place).

The "hi, I used to be this person!" is, get this, ALSO ABLEISM. Like good job, you had the ability to do something with effort that some people with your same disability can never do! Something that, might I add, you had no obligation to do but chose to because YOU either wanted it or were unfairly pressured to. Plus, the narrative of "you can overcome your disabilities if you try hard enough" is incredibly insidious even in disabled communities (in my experience, especially so in neurodivergent communities, but I'll also add my experiences aren't universal).

Just, everything about this post reeks of ableism. A "hey, if you're wanting to eat more veggies but can't because of sensory issues, these ways of preparing them might make them edible for you!" would have reached MORE people and accomplished more than... all of that.

I'd also like to add: healthism is how you get involuntary psychiatric holds for even people who are self-harming or using substances as a form of harm reduction. Healthism is how you get psychiatric and medical abuse that forces or manipulates you onto meds you do consent to being on (including coerced consent, as that is not consent).

Healthism and ableism both is why insurances and doctors require you to go to physical therapy to "get better" before even considering prescribing a mobility aid because "what if the mobility aid has health consequences when PT could 'fix' you?" Healthism is responsible for "do no harm" stopping at bodily harm and not taking a holistic, whole-person approach to making sure disabled people have a good quality of life.

Healthism is also a primary driver of fatphobia and to a lesser extent, medical intersexism. There is a normative idea of what "health" even is, one that is often incorrect and based in bigotry, that means deviations from that norm get blamed for any symptoms a person expresses while actual causes are ignored. "Corrective" measures are forced are many people who neither want nor need them to be healthy.

Healthism aims to make people more abled (or at least more able to conform to abled standards) without regard for their quality of life, personal wishes, or even consent. It is directly responsible for medical abuse.

It is also responsible for medical neglect, in that if you *can't* pursue a treatment option, doctors will often refuse to explore other treatments. Instead, they assume you're simply lazy and don't want to get better, and are therefore a waste of their time.

("Can't" here includes 'is technically possible but the consequences of doing so make you as sick or sicker/in as much or more pain/as or more disabled than not doing anything at all.)

Often there's another treatment option that would work just fine. Sometimes there's no viable option, and GOOD treatment then becomes exploring how to still live as fulfilling a life as possible with the condition untreated. Sometimes it's only possible to manage a disability that is usually fully possible to send into remission. There's a wide spectrum of experiences here.

But the most important thing is: what do YOU want for your body? Will conforming to standards of "health" help you feel happier and live a more preferable life for you? Will the requirements in the process of becoming "healthy" end up just making you sicker or more disabled in one way or another?

Also, are there access barriers or direct obstacles caused by your disability in the way of seeking the health outcomes you want? Are those outcomes not possible because of your disabilities, and if so, is healthy OR helpful to keep pushing yourself past your limits or trying and failing to do so? Have you made sure this is what YOU want, and not what you feel pressured into doing*?

*(Reminder to BELIEVE PEOPLE if they say it is what they want. We respect autonomy above all here.)

I've talked about this before, but recovery is about what YOU want and are able to do. There are no milestones you have to make or requirements you have to meet. It's okay to be unhealthy. Often, disability means you don't have a choice in the matter, and moralizing health is therefore moralizing disability.

It contributes to the myth that disability and chronic illness especially is a result of "bad choices", and especially the culturally christian idea that it is a "punishment" for "sinful behaviors" and "righteous behaviors" will be rewarded with the person becoming abled again.

As I said above, remember: Autonomy above all. What matters, first, foremost, and forever, is what each disabled individual wants. Helping other disabled people with tools to reach their desired bodily and psychiatric outcomes? Yes!! Do that!!

Disabled people don't owe anyone health, though, and certainly not standards of health that may make us sicker or more disabled than simply not conforming to them.

#ableism #healthism #intersexism #fatphobia #disability #culturally christian #recovery #neurodisability #eating disorder #ARFID #just another reminder that if YOU want to recover and be healthier we FULLY support you #this is about respecting people's autonomy and not moralizing or forcing 'health' on anyone #I also would welcome commentary on how healthism interacts with medical racism as that's not something I have experience with #cw medical abuse #cw psych abuse #cw medical neglect #cw self harm #cw substance use

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spider-xan · 11 months

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(Mem., under what circumstances would I not avoid the pit of hell?) Omnia Romæ venalia sunt. Hell has its price! verb. sap.

The Latin and abbreviations Seward uses in the May 25 update may be difficult to understand, so I'm going to try and explain them:

Mem. - Memorandum, a note of a record for future reference.

Omnia Romæ venalia sunt - This would literally translate as 'All things of Rome are venal' or a little less literally as 'Everything in Rome is for sale', in the sense of everyone having a price they are willing to pay for corruption (ie. bribery), and the phrase comes from the Roman historian Sallust writing on the decline of the Roman Republic in the 1st century BCE; what Seward is asking here is what price would he be willing to pay to keep a patient to the point of madness, which he knows is cruel and not something he should or would usually do.

verb. sap. - Verbum sapienti (sat est), literally 'A word to the wise (is sufficient)', a notation meaning that an intelligent person would grasp the meaning of the previous words without further explanation.

#dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #john seward #cw medical abuse

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chasm-side · 1 month

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I'm reading an academic article about autism and neurodivergence, and this stopped me dead. What the fuck, what the fuck

"Furthermore, at the time of writing, there is still one facility in the United States (the Judge Rotenberg Center in Massachusetts) that employs electric shock on Autistic people as punishment to enforce neuronormative behaviour, despite an initial ban in 2020 (Young and McMahon, 2021). Given that these residents are among the most vulnerable members of the Autistic population, those who are non-speaking or with high support needs (overlapping but not identical groups), the lack of public will to end this abuse is a significant political and human rights issue."

-- Eleanor Thomas, "Why critical psychology and the neurodiversity movement need each other." Frontiers in Psychology, vol. 15, Jan. 2024.

#cw torture #autism #autistic #nonspeaking autistic #high support needs #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #electric shock #cw medical abuse #cw institutionalization #cw abuse

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deadpanwalking · 7 months

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William Carlos Williams is best known for his poetry, but he also wrote some great short stories—this one is a standard in a lot of American short fiction anthologies. I tried to find an excerpt to include that would entice someone to read it, but Williams' prose is just like his poetry—each word is an ant lifting images and themes fifty times its size and marching towards a purpose, so a sentence plucked out of its context would just be a handful of dead bugs.

#CW MEDICAL ABUSE #if you feel queasy when i talk about the Soviet Adenoid Trauma this might not be the short story for you #william carlos williams #i read much of the night and go south in the winter

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bricky-brikson · 28 days

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I’ve decided to do a Bad Things Happen Bingo!

My goal is to get at least one (1) bingo, but honestly I just want to write some suffering

How this is going to work:

Send me an ask with one (1) prompt + the character(s)/media.

I’ll mark that prompt as “claimed” on this post by editing (so check the original post before you ask).

When the writing is done (and published), I’ll shade the prompt in completely.

Prompts that are shaded in or claimed cannot be asked for! So if there’s something here you like, grab it quick!

Things I’m willing to write:

My original characters. See my #dear cassedy tag, but I also have some OCs who have yet to be formally introduced on this account (a vampire nurse with a werewolf bf and plural chemist who makes LSD - they're not from the same universe).

Drabbles of characters created solely for the situation/prompt. In this case, the asker has to propose the characters themselves. Please don't use this as a roundabout way to get writings of your OCs.

Psychonauts

Sky: Children Of The Light (Elders and Spirits, I’m not big on writing skykids)

(Maybe) Hazbin Hotel

Hollow Knight

[I can't think of much else right now, but if it comes to me I'll add it.]

Things might get a little homoerotic (especially with the cannibalism prompt), but I won't do straight-up NSFW, since I'm still 17. Gore though? That's fine.

As always, I retain the right to refuse a prompt if it squicks me or it's just not something I'm interested in writing, in which case I'll respond to the ask privately stating as much.

Prompts are listed in the alt text for those with screen-readers. Below divider by @/cafekitsune. I don't remember where I got the snake dividers, sorry :(

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sixty-silver-wishes · 10 months

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okay so you know what's REALLY fucked up about caligari lol

so I was looking up some quick info on sleepwalking for a fic, and according to an article I read, even today, it's a relatively under-researched disorder. so comparatively, whenever "caligari" takes place (likely anywhere between the 1890s-1920s), what's already something modern researchers don't know as much as they'd like to about would be even more of an unknown back then (as would be any scientific phenomenon lol). so you have caligari, who is not only a psychologist, but specializes in somnambulism, and how many other doctors around in that universe would have had that knowledge? meaning if cesare was admitted to the asylum to treat his somnambulism, he wouldn't really have had any other choice than caligari. I assumed he was originally from holstenwall because he's brought into the asylum during the flashback sequence, but that might not even be the case. the holstenwall asylum may have very well been the only place around for miles with someone with the qualifications to treat his condition. and it's fucking caligari.

another thing is like. it's so so fucked how they initially started out with the relationship of a doctor and patient. so not only is that power imbalance there that would obviously deepen, but the longer you think about it, the worse it gets. so from cesare's perspective, he has a sleep disorder that's apparently severe enough to lead to him being institutionalized, but good news; there's a doctor who not only specializes in his condition (which likely wouldn't have had a lot of specialists in the day), but is also really eager to treat him. but once he's left behind in this institution, this doctor clearly isn't interested in actually treating him; in fact, he wants the opposite. but he's an expert, so it makes sense to trust him, right? who else would have this kind of knowledge? if cesare was ever conscious at any point in the asylum, he wouldn't have had any contact with anyone from outside. but he's in good hands, with a specialist, so there's no reason to worry; the doctor knows what he's doing. hell, for all his loved ones know- if he has any- he's receiving the best treatment he could hope for, so why should they be concerned, even when he doesn't come back for days? weeks? months? perhaps the demands get more and more severe- after all, it's likely his real name isn't even "cesare," meaning he was once someone completely different that we never get to see- but why question caligari? and what's the point? even if he ever got suspicious, it's not like he can escape anyway.

#the cabinet of dr. caligari #conrad veidt #silent films #cesare the somnambulist #cw medical abuse #also yes it's nearly 1 am

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dragongirlteeth · 6 months

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Apotheosis

or, why Thorne has the prosthesis she does.

Today is unusual. The administrators have awoken us earlier than usual. 0300 hours. They tell us nothing, but direct us down unfamiliar hallways, through sectors marked forbidden, towards some unknown destination.

It's funny, following orders from things one third your height. It grates on the sense of pride I've been silently nurturing. But they control the facility here, disobedience is futile, an exercise in pain.

So I will bear it.

Concrete hallways give way to an atrium, large enough for all of us, but with no comfort offered. "Wait here," the administrators tell us.

Minutes crawl by. Most take a seat against the walls or lay on the floor.

"Oh-Oh-One!" a voice barks from the end of the room. The silver-scaled figure of 001 stands tall. She marches with guided purpose towards the door, following the diminutive administrator out of the room.

Minutes later the screaming begins. Faint, it echoes down the empty hallways. It's not an unfamiliar sound, pain is a fact of life here. It makes us stronger.

All too soon, it stops.

"Oh-Oh-Two!"

The violet scales of 002 make their exit, with trepidation.

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Minutes crawl into hours. Sometimes the screaming seems like it will never end. Sometimes it ends unsettlingly quickly.

"Oh-Three-One!"

Me.

I stand, and tread with grim purpose towards whatever fate awaits me. There is no disobeying an administrator.

I follow them into a smaller room off the main hallway. The scent of gore, ozone, and ash fill my nostrils. Lab equipment is lined against the walls of an operating theater, many of its once clean surfaces coated in ichorous blood. Ash dusts the floor, a patchwork of grey dust over once pristine white tiles.

And among it all lay the damning evidence. Scales in near every color of the rainbow. Pieces of those gone before me.

But the administrators are not to be disobeyed.

I lay on the operating table as restraints are placed over my arms. I wonder what death will be like. Painful, no doubt. I simply wonder why, after all the effort put into training us, that the administrators would throw us all away. Too dangerous? Not useful?

A gantry swings overhead, bearing with it a machine bristling with needles. It lowers towards my chest, and with a sudden motion, ten high strength titanium alloy needles sharpened to molecular points pierce through my scaly hide. The pain is bearable, I do not scream.

Fluid begins flowing. Something is suppressing my nerves. Something is making me nauseous. A cold liquid runs in my veins, but my paralyzed muscles are powerless to shiver it away.

A vial drops through the center of this contraption. It glows, but more than that, I can feel it in my soul. A powerful ontological aura surrounds it. The capsule bears the markings of a gene therapy injection, but the contents are like nothing else in the universe.

Dragon Essence.

This is a truth that makes itself known of its own accord. However I was created, some deep, abiding instinct realizes that even in the abstract, the concept of a dragon is an existential threat. A fear soul-deep.

An eleventh needle plunges deep into my chest, piercing my sternum.

Amber light glows as a white hot ember is forced into my body. An ember that will not be contained.

My vision whites out as every nerve in my body echoes a pain deeper than existence. I cannot help but scream. A deep, howling, roaring scream tears itself from my lungs as if the air itself must flee from the god in my chest.

I taste metal, copper and iron and everything beyond. Heat scorches my very bones as the touch of a god caresses my atoms. Blue light echoes around the chamber as energy screams against the boundaries of the universe itself.

I feel a tingling in my right arm. It starts in my claws, and I will myself to see through the pain to witness my fate. The scales of my arm begin to peel away as the atoms underneath are rent into their constituent parts. The flaying light crawls up my arm, all the way up to my shoulder, until my arm ceases its existence.

My chest is near bursting with energy, and I can feel as the radiant light beyond light rips from my back and scorches a part of my wing to ash, no, finer than ash.

BUT I AM NOT TO DIE HERE. I WILL NOT LET THEM UNMAKE ME.

To rival the gods. That is our purpose. The administrators value us because we are built to devour all who would oppose us. If I am to succeed, then I will make this baleful light a part of me. I will take it wholly into my body as mine and mine alone.

The spark of divinity is a delicious meal. My soul tears into it piece by piece, flaying each part from the core, and suckling on the ambrosia within. And with it, the light begins to subside.

No.

The light becomes a part of me. And as the last morsels dissolve away, I breathe again. Ragged, gasping breaths. Blood pours from the socket where my right arm once sat. My right wing is nearly cut off at the joint. All is pain, but no pain compares to that I have now known. Blue light flickers under my scales as I breathe in deep, and release a bellow of pure radiant energy, scorching the air itself into electric light.

Darkness claims my consciousness.

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I awake to the feeling of an unfamiliar body. I feel powerful, but at the same time so incredibly weak. Sensation once again fills my right arm, but it is... strange. I glance over and see carbon fiber sinew and titanium alloys now comprise that section of my body. A quick flex of my wings reveals that the severed joints there have been similarly replaced.

And a heavy, warm sensation sits on, no, half-submerged in my chest. Inspection reveals some sort of metallic core, emanating otherworldly, yet familiar, heat.

I begin to sit up and see others like me sporting similar augmentations, in various states of consciousness. I can see 002 a few beds down, 026 across from me, a few others I could maybe name if pressed. 001 is not present. Nor are many others.

"Survivors. Congratulations." breaks the cold voice of an administrator.

"You are the first beings ever to successfully contain the power of a dragon."

#oc: thorne #cw: gore #cw: body horror #cw medical abuse #please let me know if i need to tag more warnings this one is a real fucked up one

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earthstellar · 8 months

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it's been a rough few days to be in healthcare in England

I know it's made international news in some places, but for those unaware, a serial killer nurse just got busted for killing several infant patients after a ton of fuckery impeded the initial investigation

I'm not linking to any news articles about it because it's all anyone can talk about and we're all so fucking depressed about it

naturally it's a scandal and everyone's morale is in the shitter regardless of whatever anyone's role might be, clinical, non-clinical, or otherwise

it's not the first time something horrific like this has happened; Stafford Hospital, Wrightington Hospital, the Bristol heart scandal, the Alder Hey organs scandal, and a whole fuckload more

but still, understandably, everyone is feeling pretty horrendously bad over this current situation

just makes me wonder what Ratchet's initial reaction was to finding out just how many medics had sided with the Decepticons-- in four million years of war, plenty of moral injury to go around, many crimes committed, and much to think about

in at least one continuity (IDW 1) Ratchet very nearly joined the Decepticons himself, and he watched Pharma's decline from excellent, honourable Autobot medic to becoming a T-cog stealing, patient killing, staff endangering maniac (which I've talked about at length previously) -- the distress of which is painfully relevant at the moment, really

or what about finding out how many medics never picked a side and went neutral, fleeing to safe havens like Crystal City for as long as they could to avoid the war-- understandable, but also prevents them from treating any war wounded on either side and effectively removes them from alleviating strain on wartime medical staff, resulting in overall greater numbers of fatalities and poor outcomes

(not to mention additional wear and tear on staff; if some of these neutral medics had been around to assist Ratchet, would he have aged and worn out so severely?)

IDK this probably sounds fucked up to even talk about right now given the seriousness of the current IRL case, but fiction is how a lot of people deal with bad shit and I'm not an exception to that-- hopefully it doesn't come across as being in poor taste

I'm taking tomorrow off work, thank god, so hopefully I'll be able to take a break and finally get around to answering some things in my inbox-- thank you to everyone who's sent me messages especially about Cybertronian medicine because I love thinking about that and I really need stuff to keep my mind off this horrible IRL case at the moment <3

#medbay posting #cw medical abuse #tw medical abuse #tw serial killer #I have no idea what to tag this

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psychic-waffles · 1 year

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So, having the ice skating on my dash has made me wonder. What happened to that little Russian skater whose coach was doping her at the Olympics? Like, has she competed since then at all or did they drop her?

so the short answer is no they very much did not drop her.

I haven't been following it super closely cos the whole situation just makes me incredibly angry but:

no russian athletes are allowed to compete in international competition currently because of the war against ukraine

valieva is competing in internal russian competitions

everyone from her coaches to the russian state has doubled down on the idea that there was no doping and are basically using valieva as a propoganda tool

the latest announcement (as far as i'm aware) was in november that WADA (World Anti-Doping Agency) is looking for kamila to be banned for 4 years starting december 25th (details below). RUSADA (Russian Anti-Doping Agency) are gonna appeal this so who knows what'll actually happen.

this is all sort of besides the point cos there doesnt seem to be any real investigation into her coaches (Eteri Tutberitze, the rest of Sambo 70, etc) who are obviously the ones to blame here, so whatever punishment valieva ends up being given is at best basically pointless and at worst actively harmful

(latest CAS statement re: WADA's recommendations ⬇)

#did i hear anyone say 16 year old scapegoat #kamila valieva #eteri tutberidze #sambo 70 #doping #cw child abuse #cw medical abuse #figure skating

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in-the-abyss · 10 months

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Introducing blorbo from my thoughts: Asher

okay so because I made them a character profile in artfight I think she deserves to have a tag on here too

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a humanoid bird hybrid. The drawing is titled: Asher, she/they/voi, with little aromantic and asexual flags under the description. Asher has black iridescent wings with purple, blue and green shimmers, and feathered ears. She has claws on voids hands and feet, and their limbs are a dark colour similar to her feathers. Voi has yellow irises and black scleras, and dark feathers on their cheeks, nose and forehead. They have sharp teeth and are smiling. Her hair is blonde and with little feathers that grow between the locks. They are wearing a red hoodie, black shirt and grey jeans with black belts on the sides. Voi is barefooted. End ID]

backstory under the cut (cw: slight body horror, dehumanisation, violence, medical abuse of a child, death and claustrophobia. nothing is explicit but im tagging just in case)

backstory: Asher is a crow shapeshifter that survived in the streets since she was orphaned when their parents died in a fire.

Voi was then kidnapped and grew up in a lab where scientists tried to force void to shapeshift into creatures other than crow. They were kind to them, but punished her when voi couldn't transform into what they wanted, putting void in a dark small room for long periods of time.

Because of that kindness, she wanted to please the scientists, so while she was in the dark room she would practice voids shapeshifting until finally she felt themself transform into something that wasn't a crow.

But that was a mistake, because after the painful transformation they looked at voidself and found that voi had shifted into a monster half crow, half human. Worse, she couldn't shift back into their human OR crow form, so voi was stuck as a hybrid.

When the scientists discovered what had happened to them, they were excited and congratulated her for voids efforts, implying that if they trained a little more voi would finally be able to transform into what they wanted. But Asher was scared of what the scientists would do to her if they found out that their shapeshifting was gone, and finally realised how fucked up was their situation. As the scientists guided void to her room, she suddenly stopped walking, growled at them, and attacked! They killed everyone who crossed voids path, finally escaping the lab.

She ran to the woods and lived there for a while, going half-feral as they leaned more into their crow instincts and surviving with what voi hunted.

One day someone found her and took void home, and while they were wary at first voi gradually relaxed as she learnt how to be human again. Although they were never able to recover her original form or shapeshift again, and had to deal with tons of childhood trauma, voi discovered she missed living in the wild. One night, without telling anyone, they escaped again. Voi explored for a little while and finally settled in her new territory, a forest far from the civilization. They built a little house and lived there happily ever after :)

#oc:asher #basically shes my self-insert but shhh we dont talk about that #i know nobody is gonna read all this i just wanted to let it out bc the brainrot is real #im making a character playlist so when its done ill post it on here #cw body horror #cw dehumanisation #cw violence #cw medical abuse #cw child abuse #cw lab setting #cw death #cw claustrophobia #<-tagging all this just in case #the abyss speaks #my art

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spider-xan · 8 months

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August 19:

Jack Sheppard himself couldn't get free from the strait-waistcoat that keeps him restrained, and he's chained to the wall in the padded room. His cries are at times awful, but the silences that follow are more deadly still, for he means murder in every turn and movement.

August 20:

The case of Renfield grows even more interesting. He has now so far quieted that there are spells of cessation from his passion. For the first week after his attack he was perpetually violent. Then one night, just as the moon rose, he grew quiet, and kept murmuring to himself: "Now I can wait; now I can wait." The attendant came to tell me, so I ran down at once to have a look at him. He was still in the strait-waistcoat and in the padded room, but the suffused look had gone from his face, and his eyes had something of their old pleading—I might almost say, "cringing"—softness.

Even on a first read, the fact that Seward restrains Renfield with a straitjacket and chains in an isolated padded room is a horrific act of medical and psychiatric abuse that cannot be handwaved as the Victorians just doing their best with the knowledge they had at the time bc such restraints had already been known to be dangerous and inhumane for decades - Lincoln Asylum abandoned straitjackets in 1829 after a patient suffocated to death while wearing one overnight unsupervised - but Renfield going quiet as his eyes soften while restrained and what it really means compared to Seward's assumptions do get re-contextualized on a second reading due to a single line later in the story, and honestly, can you blame him for looking to Dracula for salvation?

If you have read the novel before, you know which line it is, but for first-time readers, I've hidden it behind a cut due to MAJOR SPOILERS, plus warnings for medical and psychiatric trauma:

October 3:

Suddenly his eyes opened, and became fixed in a wild, helpless stare. This was continued for a few moments; then it softened into a glad surprise, and from the lips came a sigh of relief. He moved convulsively, and as he did so, said:— "I'll be quiet, Doctor. Tell them to take off the strait-waistcoat. [...]"

#dracula #dracula daily #dracula spoilers #implied dracula spoilers #rm renfield #renfield #jack seward #john seward #cw medical abuse

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