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Why it's hard for schizophrenic people to get treatment and diagnosis for physical health problems:
• Having "schizophrenic" in our charts makes a lot of medical professionals automatically not believe us. Especially if it is a problem that they can't instantly see themselves. They may think we are either delusional or having some kind of tactile hallucinations. They could see it more as a "psychiatric problem" rather than the physical medical problem that it is.
• If you have flat or blunted affect, they may not believe you, especially if you are describing pain. They have the expectations that you would be screaming, crying, grimacing, etc. When you are straight faced and monotone and say "I am in extreme pain right now" they will likely not believe you. And this paired with medical professionals views of chronic pain just makes them not believe you even more.
• Alexithymia makes describing your symptoms very hard, and even harder to describe how the symptoms affect you. The medical professional goes off of what you tell them, if you are vague or don't have the words, they will not understand you or not believe what you are describing. Either way that will hinder your road to treatment and diagnosis.
• Having memory problems, or trouble keeping track of things can also hinder your care. If you can't remember, or even remember to write down how often a symptom occurs, how long it lasts, how it felt in the moment, and how it impacted your life at the time, they may once again not believe you. Diagnosis often requires some sort of timeline or prevalence of symptoms, and not keeping track of that could keep you from diagnosis.
• They may avoid prescribing pain killers (even if you need it) because the fact that schizophrenic people are more likely to abuse drugs than the general population. And while that fact is true, it doesn't mean that someone in extreme pain does not deserve the right to pain killers just as much as anyone else who needs them.
• Being part of a disenfranchised group while also being schizophrenic can have compounding affects on your physical health treatment. Being low-income, being a person of color, being assigned female at birth, being transgender, being intersex, any other disenfranchised group or any combination of these will impact how you are treated by the healthcare system.
• Fear of medical professionals, or fear of Dr.s offices can impact the quality of your visit. You may feel too frightened to tell them how you really feel, you may just completely avoid going into the building at all. This can happen to anyone but is especially common for schizophrenic people due to our paranoia, inability to advocate for ourselves, lack of self esteem, historical medical abuse or personal experiences with medical abuse. Plus we can have doubts about the quality of our care because of any of the other reasons listed above.
And all this occurs while we as schizophrenic people, are at higher risks of several physical health problems (you can read about it here):
#i will make a part 2 on how i personally deal with these issues#this itself is just to raise awareness#schizophrenia#tw medical abuse#schizophrenia stigma#sanism#flat affect#blunted affect#memory problems#memory issues#alexithymia#medical abuse#medical neglect#tw healthcare#tw drs#tw painkillers#tw medication#tw drug abuse
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 28: Scars
Week 4 of this bullshit. Only 3 more days left to go! Enjoy.
This is a direct continuation of Day 6: No Where to Go.
TW: painkillers, anesthesia mention, death mention, surgery, burn scars, mentioned abuse
Hero awoke slowly, their thoughts moving sluggishly through their tired mind. Their eyelids were heavier than bricks, but they forced them open, unease and uncertainty roiling in their stomach. The harsh lights overhead hurt their eyes, and they squinted, trying to filter out the brightness and make out their surroundings.
“Oh, you’re awake now.”
Hero turned their head, finding Villain leaning over them. They realized they were sprawled on a flat, uncomfortable surface. Villain’s head was bowed, their concentration intent upon Hero’s side. Hero tried to see what they were looking at, but they couldn’t raise their head.
“Sorry, I guess I didn’t sedate you enough,” Villain mumbled, reaching for something out of sight. “You were already unconscious, so I had to estimate. I think I gave you enough analgesics though. Does it hurt?”
Hero realized with a sudden jolt of fear that they couldn’t move anything but their eyes and head. Were their arms tied down? They couldn’t feel any restraints… “N… no…” they whispered through numb lips.
Villain nodded, distracted. Their hand returned, now clutching a pair of tweezers with gloved hands. The gloves were splattered with blood. “That’s good. Let me know if that changes. It’s not gonna be fun once they wear off.”
Hero swallowed, eyes darting about the room. The walls were exposed brick, and the only lighting appeared to be the one directly overhead, illuminating Villain’s work. Whatever that work was. Was the blood on their hands Hero’s? The only exit appeared to be a door to Hero’s right, behind Villain.
Metal clicked on metal, and Hero’s eyes darted back as Villain exhaled in relief. “Got the bullet out. Now I just gotta stitch you up and give you some more analgesics and maybe some anesthesia.”
Their words sounded almost foreign to Hero. The only thing they understood through the hazy fog was that Villain… seemed to be helping them? “O… okay….”
Villain worked in silence for a few minutes. Hero still couldn’t see what they were doing, so they gazed at Villain instead. Sometime between when Hero had passed out in that dark alley and when they’d woken up in this room, Villain had removed their mask. Their hair had been hastily pulled back, and Hero could clearly see their profile.
They looked normal enough at first, but as Hero’s eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, they noticed the long, dark scar snaking down Villain’s face. It was old, blending in with their skin tone, but unmistakably a burn scar.
As if in response, the skin on Hero’s upper back tingled, where one of their allies had grazed them during a training session. They’d been drilling reflexes by launching small fireballs at Hero nonstop until they got hit. Once they did, the ally chastised Hero and ordered them to go to the medical bay. They didn’t even help Hero to their feet.
The incident had been almost a month and a half ago, and the burn still wasn’t fully healed. The affected skin itched constantly, especially when Hero tried to sleep. But Hero’s team leader refused to give them anything besides a small amount of aloe on the grounds of ‘building pain tolerance.'
It was all bullshit, as Hero later learned when they broached the idea of taking a break from the team for a little while. None of their ‘allies’ had responded well.
Hero closed their eyes. They didn’t know how long they were trapped in the team headquarters before escaping and fleeing to Villain’s section of the city. They barely remembered most of it, and they didn’t want to. But thinking of it brought images of Whumper, of them beating and belittling Hero for their weakness.
But Whumper was dead now.
Villain had shot them.
Villain had saved Hero.
As if in response to Hero’s thoughts, Villain spoke. “Alright,” they said softly, “I’m done.”
Hero opened their eyes. Villain massaged the sides of their temples, bloody gloves removed. “You’re one stubborn person, Hero,” they said, mouth cracking into an exhausted grin.
“Uh… tha… thank you….”
A look of concern crossed Villain’s face. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, both from the gunshot and…” they gestured to the various cuts and bruises all over Hero’s body. “Honestly, it’s a miracle you woke up at all. I patched up the worst of it, but you’re gonna be recovering for a while.”
Hero blinked, the memory of their team leader fresh in their mind. “Are… are we… safe… here…?”
Villain glanced over their shoulder to the door. A beat of silence passed before they answered. “Yeah, pretty sure. We’re in one of my safe houses right now, no one saw us come in. And the only one who saw you come to me is now dead in an alley which—” they grimaced— “isn’t going to bode well for me whether or not your former team connects the dots.”
“...I’m… I’m sorry I…”
Villain held up their hands, scowling. “Do not apologize. You needed help, you still need help, and I promise you: I’m not gonna let those assholes lay a finger on you. Understand?”
Hero nodded to the best of their ability. Their movement was still limited, but they had begun to regain sensation in their fingers and toes. They wiggled them experimentally. It was like moving someone else’s hand.
The motion caught Villain’s eye, and they smacked the side of their head. “Right. Analgesics. I’ll be right back, you do not want the painkillers to wear off anytime soon.”
Hero watched them leave. They slowly exhaled, trying to calm their racing nerves.
They were safe.
Villain had promised.
Everything would be okay.
Part 1 | Part 3
#merry whumpmas#my writing#whumpee#whump#whump scenario#whumper#hero#villain#hero x villain#tw painkillers#surgery#emergency surgery#gunshot wounds#major character injury#injury#implied abuse#hurt/comfort#scars#burns#burn scars#protective caretaker#protective villain#whumped hero
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[Toby is slow to wake. She distantly recognized the crawl of painkillers in her blood, slowing her thoughts.]
[They stare at the ceiling for a good long while, waiting for their brain to catch up to reality. Her leg doesn't hurt anymore, which is probably a good thing.]
[She tries to sit up and frowns. A gap where something once was, the uneven balance throwing her off. She looks down, taking a moment to register the absence.]
[Her right leg is gone, cut off halfway down the thigh.]
Oh...
[She goes back to staring at the ceiling, feeling nauseous.]
@dontrontech9000
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[Visiting Max in the hospital]
Max: They have me on a lot of painkillers.
Eddie: [Interested] Oh, really? What kind? Codeine? Vicodin? Percocet? Fentanyl? Oxycontin? Palladone?
Max: … I have no idea.
[Eddie scoffs; the rest of the party stares at him]
#because creed is what eddie will be like when he is old#eddie munson#max mayfield#source: the office#stranger things#incorrect stranger things quotes#incorrect quotes#tw painkillers
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take some co codomol (i can’t spell)
I will when the paracetamol wears off.
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I started crying last night cuz my ear infection hurt that badly so I just went to the ER and got prescribed antibiotics and told to take painkillers
So I woke up and took a painkiller and my ear is still hurting like shit, the ones they gave me at the hospital worked but the ones at home only make it about half and half but it hurts so badly, it still hurting halfly makes me wanna scream
It feels like the side of my face is being torn off
And my mum is grabbing my antibiotics later today
I'm in pain, but I really didn't want to miss school because of schoolwork and my friend needed test answers today or she'll fail the test-
I'm just going to try and take a shower and see if the painkiller kills the rest of the pain for the time being, then illegally take painkillers to school and take them every 3 hours as instructed
Though I was told to switch from Tylenol to Ibiprofen, but we have Advil (a type of Ibiprofen) only as the PM nightaid because my brother took all the normal ones before and didn't tell us they were out-
And repeatedly taking Tylenol can hurt your kidneys so that's probably why I needed to switch back and forth, but I can't take the damn nightaid and sleep during the day
So I hopefully can last with Tylonel just for one day until my mum gets normal Advil
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my co worker gave me codeine for my headache and im clutching the walls bro😭😭😭 hit me so hard
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Waking up in the early afternoon: Yaay I have lots of time to play!
Late afternoon: ...Wow I did absolutely nothing...the day was wasted..I just wanna sleep..
#vent babbling#is this adhd paralysis#how can i motivate myself without meds#i admit i was recently using pain meds that wired me and gave me energy#now that i dont need them i feel more down (low energy) than usual#hope i get over this and i dont wanna resort to pain meds again#tw drugs#tw painkillers#adhd paralysis#this kid really needs medication for adhd i feel
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Trying to post this again, just Henrik off his head on painkillers (he struggles with addiction during his recovery from being Anti's body)
#henrik von schneeplestein#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye egos#septicart#drugs tw#tw painkillers#tw drugs#whump#whumpee#whump art#my artwork
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Taking ibuprofen with my choccy milkshake at 1am so my eye strain and sleep deprivation headache goes away so I can stay up longer in case my motivation to draw recharges from 0% to 1% so I can do like twelve minutes of messing around with lineart and then get distracted and watch Clint’s Reptiles vids until 6am instead
#I am having a rough patch with my ADHD this week because I have a deadline on a drawing for once and deadlines fucking destroy me :[#I’ve been getting much better at executive function lately & working soooo hard but some things trigger my dysfunction so bad without fail#I literally had like 6 hours put aside yesterday to work on this drawing. do you know what I did instead#Instead I did a backup of some important files to an external drive and then made all my fallout ocs on heroforge#tw mental health#tw painkillers#I don’t know if either of those qualify but I am tagging just in case#tw negative#and that so you guys can filter it out bc I don’t like being negative too much on here#my blog is meant to be a happy place
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I wish I didn’t have a gender
I wish I was born a boy
I wish I was smaller
I wish I was straight
I wish I never had to take a painkiller again
I wish I could be sober forever
I wish I was bigger
I wish I was less of a girl
I wish I was braver
I wish I was younger
I wish I was just gay
I wish I was never sober
I wish I was more of a girl
I wish I was more quiet
I wish I cared less
I wish you liked me more
I wish I were older
I wish I knew anything
#tw mental health#tw body dysphoria#tw gender dysphoria#personal#like… very personal#after midnight thoghts#am writing#thoughts in the am#gender dysphoria#non binary#genderqueer#queer#lgbtq+#tw drugs#tw painkillers
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 31: Free Day
And... that's a wrap for Whumpmas 2023! Thanks for reading my contributions, I'll see you all in the New Year!
This is the third (and final) part of a hero x villain story that I accidentally created during Whumpmas.
Part 1 | Part 2
TW: blood, surgery, medical staples, referenced abuse, painkillers
Hero was lying on the couch in Villain’s safe house, staring at the ceiling and impatiently waiting for painkillers to kick in, when the door burst open. Villain stumbled inside, covered in blood. Hero shot to their feet from the couch, gritting their teeth against the pain caused by the movement. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Villain bolted the door and leaned heavily against it, breathing raggedly. “Yeah,” they mumbled, pulling off their mask and tossing it onto the nearest surface, “I’m fine.”
“But you’re covered in blood!” Hero protested, anxiously following them into the makeshift surgery room, the original purpose of which they hadn’t yet discovered. Hero stared in horror at the rips on the back of Villain’s suit, revealing the deep cuts underneath.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Villain muttered, rummaging through their medical supplies in search of something. “And it’s not all my blood.”
“You need stitches—”
“On my back? It’ll be fine, I just need a mirror.” Villain held up a medical staple gun. “I’ve done this before. Hurts like hell, but works just as well as stitches in a pinch.”
Hero wordlessly turned on their heel and left the surgery room. Snatching the bottle of painkillers off the small table by the couch, Hero returned and held it out to Villain.
Villain took the pill bottle and set down the staple gun to take the medication. “Thanks,” they said softly, shaking out what was probably more than the recommended dosage and swallowing it dry. They winced and made a face. “Think I might have bruised ribs, too.”
“Sit down,” Hero ordered, picking up the medical staple gun. “I can do it.”
Villain frowned. “You sure? You’re still not a hundred percent—”
Hero shook their head adamantly, ignoring how the movement jarred their own injuries. “I’ll have a better angle than you and your mirror contraption. You don’t need to do everything yourself.”
“Oh…” Villain said softly. They boosted themself onto the table and sucked a deep breath in through their teeth. “I guess… I guess you’re right.”
Hero took a second to clean their hands and put on gloves before they moved behind them and picked up a clean alcohol wipe. “This is gonna sting, but I need to get rid of all this blood.”
They didn’t miss how Villain’s hands curled into fists as they wiped away the blood from the scratches. “How’d you encounter my team, anyway? Did they come to you?”
“Yeah…” Villain hissed through gritted teeth. “Just two of them. Not the fire one, thankfully. I hate fighting them. It was the one who can turn into different animals and the one who has the sound… gun… thing…?”
Hero positioned the head of the stapler in the center of the first of the cuts on Villain’s back. “Guess that’s where you got the scratches?”
“Cor—” Villain began just as Hero pulled the trigger. They yelped, flinching away from Hero. They glared over their shoulder. “Now that’s just mean.”
Hero shrugged. “I didn’t want you to tense up. Get back here, I gotta put one more in that cut and then another two in the other one.”
Villain closed their eyes and pressed the heels of their hands against them. They breathed slowly, purposefully, until they removed their hands and moved back towards Hero. “Alright,” they mumbled, fingers gripping the table's edge so hard, the knuckles turned white. “Fire away.”
Once the first staple was in, the rest of them went in swiftly. Villain flinched away every time, but only a few seconds later would order Hero to put the next one in. Finally, Hero had Villain pull off the top part of their suit so they could cover the cuts in bandages. Villain kept their eyes forward throughout the process, but Hero didn’t miss how their cheeks flushed when they removed their shirt.
“Okay,” Hero said, removing their gloves, “I’m done.”
Villain slowly pushed themselves off the table, wincing at the pain the movement caused. “Oh… that’s gonna bug me for a while.”
“Will your part of the city be all right?” Hero asked anxiously, wondering what would happen if their team decided to invade while Villain was recovering.
Villain waved their hand dismissively. “Yeah, they can handle themselves. I think I threw your old team off your trail by acting all annoyed that they’d showed up and really playing up the whole ‘sworn nemesis’ deal we had going.”
“Oh…” Hero said softly. “And they fought you anyway?”
“They didn’t take too kindly to my very reasonable request that they’d leave me the hell alone. Sure, I got all scratched up but I shot your shapeshifter buddy in both legs and broke the other one’s sound gun so I don’t think those one’s’ll be coming after us anytime soon.”
“Did they ask about Whumper? About how… you killed them?”
Villain smirked. “Nope! I forgot to tell you about this earlier, but I moved the body to the complete opposite side of the city from us. If anything, they probably think you killed them.”
Hero stared at them for a long few seconds. “I…” they stammered, trying to gather their thoughts, “I… why are you doing all this?”
Villain blinked. “Huh?”
“Saving me, stitching up my wounds, throwing off my other teammates, letting me stay at your safehouse…” Hero’s vision blurred as tears began to drip down their face. “I… what have I done to deserve all this? You’re risking everything for me, and I don’t have anything to give you in return….”
“Oh, Hero…” Villain murmured. They took Hero’s hand.
Hero froze, gazing down at it in surprise.
“I saved you,” Villain said, “because it was the right thing to do. You would’ve died in that alley from Whumper, so I took you to safety. I stitched up your injuries because you would’ve died from infection. And I’m letting you stay here because out there, those bastards would just recapture you again.”
“What…” Hero whispered, “What are you saying?”
Villain smiled. A soft, genuine smile. “I care about you, Hero. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I abandoned you.”
More tears began to well up. It was suddenly hard to breathe. “I…” Hero stammered, heart racing, “I care about you too. Please… please don’t get yourself killed trying to protect me. I don’t know… I don’t know what I’d do.”
“Me neither,” Villain murmured, a dark look crossing their face. “Me neither.”
#merry whumpmas#my writing#whump#whump scenario#hero#villain#hero x villain#surgery#painkillers#tw painkillers#stitches#staple gun#medical staple gun#implied abuse#old wounds#referenced torture
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Oh 輝く! the painkillers worn off?
Where did you put them?! - Glass
I’d rather not?
#I haven’t been on painkillers this entire time.#And I’d rather not go back to my mild dependency on them.#glass anon#tw injury#tw painkillers
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TW: medical stuff, talk of painkillers, ranting about stuff idk
I finally went to the doctor for my jaw issue and got a referral for a CT scan, hopefully there's something that can be done for it because honestly TMJ/TMD is disabling and im on almost constant painkillers because of it.
I get headaches, dizziness and blurry vision from the pain in my jaw and my mouth feels uncomfortable when it's open or closed for too long, and the clicking noises that it makes are infuriating and just make it hard for me to focus. I already have horrible balance but litterally this makes me almost fall over like all the time.
Idk i just wanted to rant about this tho because I didn't take any painkillers today until like almost an hour ago because I wanted to not be on them for a day and it was excruciating.
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take some paracetamol
Wow! What an amazing idea! Why didn’t I think of that?!
What do you think I’ve been doing?
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not eating and taking pills✅
currently feeling like my room is spinning i’ve missed this. the worlds about to feel fake again.
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