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agere culture is having to have someone help you with your shots because youre too nervous and clumsy to do it yourself when regressed u.u
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ratofthewoods · 9 months
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I need more science party content injected directly into my eyeballs with very sharp needles
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drnightingale · 2 months
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The following is a message from @frostmoon-willow / @frostmoonwillownova regarding her mother's behaviour over the past few months, which involves forcing her to continue to do a medical assistant course that she didn't want to do in the first place after it severely worsened her mental health. Details under the cut.
"Hello everyone! I love you all so much, and thank you for all the support and kindness you have given me over the years! It genuinely means so much to me! -Frostmoon"
The following is the message she sent to her mother earlier today. I have so far heard nothing, but I will keep you all updated through reblogs and further posting.
"This has gotten to the point that I feel I need to write this.
I'm sick and tired of you choosing everything for me. You keep saying that you aren't choosing everything, and that you're doing all of this for my better. You have been choosing everything for me for a long time. Choosing my classes for me, making me go into different things that I don't want to. I have not expressed one ounce of interest in medical assisting, and you put me here. I may not plan on going into EMS in the future, but you know full well that I enjoy EMS and EMR things. You say that this is to get me a good job, but I am not going to get a medical assisting job.
You say that I hate this class because I'm behind, but the reason I'm behind is because I don't care. I'm not just procrastinating this because I'm a natural procrastinator, I am because I don't feel like or care about doing any of this. I have not had any fun in this class, except for the blood stuff because I wanted to be a blood spatter analyst (which I'm thinking I might not be, I'm not interested in taking physics). 
Everyone in my year has chosen fun senior year classes. I could have been in science fiction, where they go to movies and write stories. I don't care if I would have taken a math class, that would be way better on my mental health than this medical assisting class.
You force me to do things just so I can do things I enjoy, like playing video games and hanging out with friends. I have been struggling through this class so far, but I don't want to continue. 
I don't have a fear of needles, but I dislike them. Seeing knives sticking out of skin somehow doesn't bother me, but needles do. They make me uncomfortable. Yes, I get shots, but have you noticed how I never look at them? I don't like needles.
If you hadn't put me in this class I could have been doing things that would help me on the path to a career I do want. I could be taking online courses for forensic science. I could have a lot of things done and that would help me get the job I want, not the one you want for me. I think you are projecting your wants onto me. You are into nursing and medical assisting and are making me do that. 
I do not want to do this. I am not happy, and I am struggling mentally. I've cried multiple times during this class, and you know I've gone to talk to counsellors. How has that not rung a bell? Can't you tell I hate this? I'm behind because I have no motivation to do this. I have to pretend to be characters to get stuff done, but at this point of doing injections, I am done. 
I know you've paid money to get me into this course, but I don't care. I'm struggling. I could've had an amazing senior year like everyone else, and like what I imagined. But because you always choose things, I'm stuck in this class, crying, because you won't let me out. I'm sick and tired of it. You don't listen, and you continue to tell me that I'm only struggling because I'm behind. But I'm behind because I just don't care. 
You think that it's my friends that are telling me you're a horrible person, but I've noticed some of the things you do as well. You think you're guiding me to an amazing future as a medical assistant, but that is not what I want to do. You choose everything for me. I don't get a say in things. You didn't even ask me if I wanted to do the medical assisting program, you just signed me up. I told you I didn't want to, but you still went with it. 
I don't want you to take away my video game privileges or my snails, but I'm done. I want to be able to enjoy my life without having to think about coming here every day and doing things that I don't care about. I understand that I have multiple mental issues, and I know you're trying to help me with that, but forcing me to continue this course is not helping me. I do not want to continue with this.
I've decided to try and write this to try and have you realise how much I'm struggling, but I know you'll either ignore this and force me to continue, or even if you let me drop out, take away my phone and video game privileges. And don't you see that as a problem? I'm nearly 18, and here you are, grounding me like I'm a little kid. I know I struggle with many things, but this is one thing I'm done struggling with. 
I would like to be able to not worry about forcing myself to do these things just to play video games to make myself happy. I've tried to tell you a million times but you don't listen. You blame my friends for making me think you're horrible, and blame them for making me 'gay'. All I would like is for you to accept me for being pansexual, and maybe even try to support me. It would be wonderful. But you try to squash that out of me. 
I'm tired of being controlled by you. I want to be happy, and the medical assisting program is making me stressed and depressed. I really am tired of you making huge decisions like this for me. I don't get to choose, and you force me to stay in this class just because you think it's good for me.
I don't know how things will end out after you get this, but I just hope that somehow this might make my life easier. I hope you can find it somewhere in your heart to do what's actually best for me and my mental health. I want to be accepted for who I am, and want to begin on the course I want for my future. If you get mad at me, fine. I'm actually quite used to you being mad at me for contradicting you. But I hope this can persuade you to actually take a moment. and think and realise that what you are doing is causing me stress and anxiety.
 I'm tired of you being controlling. You are even if you think you aren't. You may not be a helicopter parent, but you are forcing me to do things, and monitoring my every move. You cut off contact with my friends just because they're against what you see as right. I'm tired of it all.. What I would like is to have a supportive mother, who will help me do what I want, not what she thinks is best for me. A mother who asks what her daughter wants and tries to help with exactly what she wants to do. 
I hope you read this and take a moment to think about all of this. I haven't written a note like this yet because I was scared you'd ground me, take away my phone, video game privileges, and snails; but this is at a point where I just can't take it anymore. I'm done.
Nova"
I am hoping to hear from her soon, and I will keep you updated on the situation, however, depending on how her mother reacts, it may be a while.
I'd like to end this off on a happy note.
I don't know much about her mother, only that she is an ex-nurse and a very strict Mormon woman who controls frostmoon, not only in the ways mentioned there, but also forcing her to wear makeup, go to church and abide by Mormon doctrine when she fully knows that she doesn't care about any of it.
Frostmoon standing up to her mother like this is a huge step up for her. I have tried to convince her to stand up for herself more over the past year we have been together, but she has always been too scared or nervous, and for good reason. But today, even if it was because she hit an all time mental low, she made a huge step to communicate what she needed from her parents, concisely and clearly, and I cannot be any more proud of her.
Anyone with experience with these kinds of parents are welcome to offer advice if they wish
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glowbug252 · 7 months
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Tmntober Day: 21
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Prompt: Greatest Fear
While it may not canonically be 12 Raph’s, needles are very much my greatest fear. I could barely handle looking at reference photos of them for this, and I’m very sensitive to when things touch or poke my upper arms because that’s where I get immunizations. Unfortunately as a turtle of blorbo status, Raph gets all of my own traits as his 😌 I don’t make the rules lol
@tmntober-2023
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star-ocean-peahen · 6 months
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oh yeah and also wish me luck bc i gotta get blood drawn for a lab tomorrow :(
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muckyschmuck · 10 months
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t update kinda not really idk; i injected yesterday finally! i went a little under my dose because i’m silly but i think it’s fine, i’m supposed to start small and work up to a higher dose throughout the month anyway. it didn’t hurt one bit, but the site’s a little sore today which doesn’t bother me. idk if any of these things have anything to do w the testosterone but i’m sooooo fucking tired. like absurdly fucking exhausted, and really really SUPER hot. i’m in california and it’s summer so it’s most likely just the heat making me tired as fuck and greasy. i have new pimples too but again, probs just the heat working w the grease to make me like this. lots of placebo making me feel better and i’m very excited for next saturdays shot and the changes in general, i’m so happy!
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bunn-iiii · 8 months
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let's play a game of how many blood panels have I done in the last year and how many more am I gonna have to have!!! (hard ver: extremely afraid of needles and have trauma surrounding needles)
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lil-kozy-kollector · 11 months
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I was a big girl at the doctors today! Never been scared of doctors but I'm scared of needles and I needed steroids for bad itchy illness...but I got it and it wasnt even that bad! I'm a little bit of a medical baby now with all the pills too but I know theyll help until I see a skin doctor! I'm super proud of myself for being big and strong!!😎
A thanks for my main stim toy today too!
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And little Magikitty for the moral support!
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Also, may any other young ones that have lots of medicine or medical issues have good luck remembering to take your meds, and may your ailments get better!!🩹 and your stuffie friends can help you too! They always love you and love to comfort you!🧸💗
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the-other-mrstitanic · 11 months
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vendettamuses · 2 years
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@dcvourhcpe SAID: “ how about a little midnight snack...? ” Blaine's supposed to be in bed, but they can't sleep. Not exactly uncommon given the nightmares, but they know Nemesis doesn't like it when they don't get enough sleep.
⚔️ Question Prompts // ACCEPTING ⚔️
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The Tyrant rumbles and shakes his head. For once, he’s not hungry. Strange in and of itself, considering Nemesis seems to always have an appetite. But at the moment, he’s a little too worried to be hungry. He moves closer, stretching out his tendrils to wrap around them, gathering them up and pulling them into his arms. He croons, letting them rest against his chest and trying to comfort them with gentle purrs that rumble and vibrate in his chest alongside the sound of his artificial pulse. He wishes he could do more to soothe them. But for now, he supposes that offering ambient sounds and gently rocking them in his arms is the best he can do.
To some extent, he knows that they have trouble sleeping. He’s having trouble sleeping too, and no matter how much of it he gets he never feels rested. He keeps seeing Umbrella. He keeps seeing the walls of the old lab. The testing tubes and the people in little glass boxes panicking as they’re injected against their will. He keeps seeing Blaine in those glass boxes and hearing them screaming but he can never seem to reach them. He doesn’t know where these images are coming from but he doesn’t like them. He wakes up feeling like he can’t breathe and his face is always wet. It’s a viscerally unsettling experiences and he wishes it would stop. More importantly, he wishes it would stop happening to Blaine too.
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He lowers his head, cooing and nuzzling his cheek against the top of their head to try and communicate that he knows how they feel. He knows. He’s having trouble too. But he’s doing his best to be there and comfort them. Because he cares, and he wants to see them healthy and happy. Because he loves them. And he hopes that expressing it helps even the tiniest bit.
“Love you, Blaine.”
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He is still quite unconscious in his bed, looking rather peaceful for once. They had decided to admit him for a while and put his program on hold until he had finished treatment. They hadn't contacted any family due to no family being listed, and his mother being listed as someone to absolutely, under no circumstances contact since he had a restraining order against her.
However, they did contact his brother (his only contact) who said that he'd bring over some stuff that Barney would need for his stay. His brother wouldn't come in until the next day though. So, for now, they put Barney in some spare clean pajamas and let him sleep with an IV in his arm since they found that he was quite dehydrated. They also had inserted a nasogastric feeding tube due to some of his colleagues mentioning that he hadn't been taking his lunch breaks for a couple weeks now in their talks about what to do with him, so they were worried about a potential lack of food intake.
They were not allowing visitors, but word had probably spread of his admission as a patient.
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Tonight I have;
Run out of my antidepressant/sleeping agent
Had two panic attacks in quick succession
Considered a self-harm relapse (despite not having anything to cut with)
Tried to check why my prescription was delayed
Fallen down a rabbit hole and ended up in my own medical records
Remembered that I'm an organ donor
Remembered that I'm a blood donor
Begun to book an appointment to give blood, despite never doing it before and not really liking needles
Reminded myself that there are no good decisions after 11pm
Logged of the donor website
And immediately gone back on it
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osgoodsblog · 2 years
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When you’re just desperate to write some hurt/comfort with your new favourite ship but don’t know what to write… you bring out the old classic “annual flu shots”
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factual-fantasy · 7 months
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Okay so I did some research on Seam and realized that it would be a crime to not add him to my AU in someway where him and Jevil reconcile and they escape to the multiverse together and are free and they're best friends and- 😭😭😭
I had a dark story all thought up for this but half way through drawing I changed the story so this isn't really canon anymore?? Or it might be idk- my Deltarune AU is only a few days into development so its constantly changing <XDD Sorry-
If anyone's interested in the story I've got it below the Keep reading :}} (Fair warning, its rather dark and disturbing..)
TLDR: This story is super dark and interesting to me but it might not be canon XD
ANYWAYS! The story behind this was Jevil and Seam come from a very dark and corrupt AU. Ruled by an even darker and wicked King (Lancers dad). In this AU they were Kings royal Magician and Jester as per usual. They were best friends though and preformed these beautiful displays of magic together. Side by side, hand in hand. They were best friends for years and always dreamed of one day running away together and finding a safe place to live.
Eventually Jevil met someone. Someone who spoke of a way to leave this place. They spoke of walking through your own reflection. And if done right, one could leave their AU entirely.. Jevil believed them out of desperation and tried to tell Seam about it. Seam thought Jevil was losing his mind. Walking through your own reflection? That makes no sense..
King caught wind of them plotting to escape. And as punishment to both of them he commanded Seam to lock Jevil away using his own magic.
In Seams eyes, Jevil was his best friend. His brother, the only thing in this world that he could trust. But he was more afraid of what King would do to him or Jevil for disobeying him, then he was willing to stand up against him. So while believing Jevil was sick in the head and needed help, he acted out of cowardice and sealed Jevil away..
I'm thinking that eventually sometime later, Jevil is able to escape through his own reflection. A mirror. And either he goes back and sees Seam dressed in these beautiful robes and thinks "well the king must be treating him well. Guess I'll just leave him to reap the benefits of betraying me.. >:(" And leaves with a bitter heart. THAT, or he just left. Never going back to check on Seam or see if King was treating him well or not.
So the AU continues. With Jevil traveling from world to world, meeting new people and learning new things.. When eventually he's with the whole gang and they're all sitting in a restaurant or something.
When Jevil suddenly feels this overwhelming sense of doom. Something horrible is about to happen to Seam. He just knows it, its in his bones. Deep within his soul he can feel it. He knows- he needs to save him.
He falls back out of his chair into a mirror and heads straight for his old AU. Showing up just in time to stop Seam from.. well..
They end up talking. Turns out that after Jevil was imprisoned, Seam tried to sneak down to the basement and visit him. He wanted to apologize for imprisoning him and explain himself- but he was caught by King.
"I just wanted to see him!"
"For that I will take your eye."
"NO! Please don't take my eye!!"
"For talking back, I will take your voice too."
King took Seams eye and stitched his mouth shut. He could still talk but not very well. To make things worse, when Jevil escaped? Seam thought he had died. Why wouldn't he? His magical barrier was never broken and Jevil was gone. Surly he must have died somehow.. Meanwhile everyone else was under the impression that Seam let Jevil escape because they were friends.
Seam then suffered greatly for years as punishment for "letting Jevil escape". He was bound by these magical chains made by King. He was abused for years and at this point he had enough. But before he could do anything rash.. Jevil returned.
Jevil then felt the sinking horror realizing that he left Seam alone in this world to be abused by King. He abandoned him. After all those years of promising to one day run away together..
Seam betrayed Jevil, and Jevil abandoned Seam.
After realizing all of this and having a long emotional talk. Seam and Jevil deeply apologized to the other, and forgave each other. Marking the beginning of their new friendship. And despite Seam feeling like he doesn't deserve freedom, he agreed to run away with Jevil and finally be free with him.
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Now this story is super cool and morbid and all but now I'm questioning the story and wether or not I want it to be canon <XD
I have some other ideas that I really like too and this one is just a biiiiit dark... ish. I mean I've made worse- but idk I guess this one just has a bad taste to it..
I also like the idea that Seam has been with Jevil this whole time and was the first person he saved. Which motivated him to try and save other people and give them the same freedom that he gave to Seam. But then that would change the Grillby fight and Spamton situation a bit and also maybe effect the Goner kid situation- GAH!! I'll figure it out eventually- <XDD
I hope this wasn't too hard to stomach and if you read all the way through I thank you :}} 💖
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faeriekit · 2 months
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*kicks feet really cutely* 🥰 Hey 🥰 Hey gang 🥰 we're all up to date on our tetanus boosters, right?
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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Was going to get my wisdom teeth out and they went to stick a needle in my arm which apparently was the anesthesia? But it wasn’t working fast enough for the staff so they sent me home and said to come back when it started working.
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