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day 147

psychically induced chronic illness squad

A few months ago I drew out some headcanons related to various disablities & other physical conditions and decided to finish them up now that It's disability pride month ( Even If not all are necessarily disablitles <3 )

[ First time doing Image descriptions so I'd appreciate feedback! ]

although its been said many times b4 i wanna say periods r so evil and unfair

he's bisexual. he's transgender. he was never supposed to be apart of the narrative. he's the narrator. he's a cougar hunter. he's 30. he's sad. he's tired. he's silly. he's a stoner. he's a socialist. he got through med school purely through caffeine and quizlet. he hates his job. he can't do a cartwheel. he's a dad. he's a weirdgirl with huge tits. he visits his wife on her lunch breaks. he wants to help you. he does not know how. he kisses his friends. he canonically does not have autism. he holds the family together. he is so, so bad at it though.

I'm 20 years old and I have been putting off OCD medication (that I apparently need in capsule-form) and contraceptive pills because I can't fucking swallow them for shit 😭

Any help and tricks suggested will be appreciated

i get my stitches out today!

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It seems like theres a visitor lurking in the distance. Maybe your words have brought upon an audience?

Silas showed no surprise when the tiny lurker replied to him, if anything he looked annoyed at someone bringing attention to it.

He instantly broke into a fit of laughter at the tiny spirit's words whatever she said must have been pretty ridiculous to warrant that reaction from the Zoroark. Hilarious even.

Silas's impression of the plush Zorua was horrible and monotone, even his questions sounded like mere statements. But, It seemed like something he'd heard hundreds of times and had grown acquainted with. In other words, it was accurate. "Look. Lune's voice may be flat and emotionless, but I can tell under that stupid fuckin' plush face he was looking at me like I was insane. Which, I'M NOT BY THE WAY." Silas huffed in annoyance, shooing the tiny spirit away. "I'm perfectly mentally well as you can obviously see." He grandly gestured to himself before giving a grin and waving her off. "You're not real, I don't know why I'm even talking to you again." He seemed quite offended at the implication of her existence. "And. Even if, let's say, you were. Purely hypothetical here. I know what the fuck you actually are and you are NOT her. So stop following me, I told you this the day you showed up. I don't want anything to do with you, and I will never want anything to do with you. So, fuck off." [ . . . ] The tiny spirit looked very unamused, she gave him an irritated look before angrily swatting her tail at him. It did absolutely nothing but pass through Silas. She was more than used to his stupidity at this point, she gave a small statement before she turned to you.

She was aware you had no idea what she was saying and even seemed understanding of this. But for some reason, her point was made clear in your mind.

While certainly a portion of my exhaustion after work has to do with needing to build up the endurance to be on my feet all day, having to learn lots of new things, and not getting quite enough sleep, these things on their own don't fully explain the sheer distress I find myself in during the evening upon coming home.

That's rooted in a recognition of how there is just no part of me left over after making myself be out and around people and noise for the better part of my day. Not only do I not have the energy to tackle the myriad little chores one has to handle to simply keep up with life, there is just no fuel in me to draw or write or even hang out with friends, or do any of the things I consider crucial for making my life feel worth getting through. I recognize it because it's the same thing I went through at both my old jobs, which were less physically demanding. Here be dragons: the meltdown might be far off, but it is coming.

Knowing this about myself is hopeful, because it means I can try to head it off. Knowing I can't both work a "normal" job and be satisfied with my life in the long term is a really important discovery, even if it kind of sucks to learn. And I even know why it happens; my brain is simply not built to handle stimuli the same way most people's are. Autism, baybee!

The interviews I've managed to land for jobs that would not do this to me have gone very well and I'm hopeful I'll make it to the next phase for each. I'm a little worried if I don't get either simply because it's so hard to marshal myself to do anything after work, much less things I don't want to do, like send out job applications. Case in point: my taxes still aren't done and they are due tomorrow. Whoops!

In the meantime I guess I just have to strugglebus best I can. Once the paychecks start properly rolling in I'm sure that will help to some degree, as I can offload a few things more easily that would otherwise take a lot of spoons, like preparing food. And I'll eventually build up a physical endurance for the (pretty light) demands of this job. It's a pity I can't build up a similar mental endurance.

DIEception

ignorance is bliss in a world full of deceit

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So I was going through the wiki looking for a specific piece of info on bakugou’s page and

aND-

HELLO??? BRO??? WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS GONE. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. EVERY TIME I LEAVE I STG-

Please someone tell me this is an accident. Please someone tell me there wasn’t a leak that made it seem like crusty musty dusty man just might’ve killed him. Pls no. I’m afraid for my heart and also everyone in a 5-mile radius when midoriya shows up.

men with mental health issues? profound, tragic, an excuse for cruelty. women with mental health issues? clearly faking it, hysterical, cringe, doing it for attention.

some truly alarming implications in this new dating thing where every prospective partner needs to be “in therapy and working on themselves.” presupposes some sort of original sin - that you want to prevent someone from breaking your heart because you know they’re doing the things that flag them as A Good Person - when abusers can and do learn therapy-speak to hurt people, and for a less extreme example, regular people who are in therapy or whatever can still fuck up. and i promise you that many people who are not in therapy can still have “open and honest” conversations. the other flipside i don’t like is that it puts a lot of onus & stigma on mentally ill people. if you’re not in therapy, there’s something wrong with you, which is exactly what the rest of society is telling the mentally ill, so like, fantastic job reinforcing that stigma babes!

once again fellas, its time to Stress