#anaphylactic

[nocontactdiaries]

Surfacing repressed memories feel like found pieces of a shattered mirror. I can’t see it all, but I can see the parts that made the most impact, and some of the pieces connect. It can take years overall to remember the full picture, if at all. 

Today’s clicking pieces were on allergies.  I found out a couple of years ago that I am deathly allergic to certain types of hair dye. I say “found out”, when I’ve been allergic to hair dye since my early teen years, but it was repressed and the reactions I had were dismissed as a teen, so I lost the memories to the fog. 

It’s the anger that gets me. It’s the anger that I dyed my hair as a teen and was told I was “being dramatic”, that I was “just sensitive”, that it “wasn’t a big deal” when I had a reaction.  I stopped dying my hair with those certain types of dye, and the problem went away. I started using different types, and it lasted less and stained more, but it didn’t hurt. I thought I was indeed just dramatic. That I was clearly unable to remember what I went through, as my own “proclivity for over-exaggeration” (thanks, mom) meant that I’d imagined the allergic reactions that made my skin bubble and blister, that made me so incredibly itchy, that made me so horribly uncomfortable. In time, I forgot the welts that would cover my arms, and the weeks my scalp spent recovering from the dye.  Until I ended up in hospital. 

The anger isn’t so much that I was gaslit into believing I was misremembering my own memories to the point where I forgot I was anaphylactic allergic to something (which is horrifying in its own right)- it’s that my mother knew, and she still had me use those same allergy-inducing dyes to colour her hair for her.  She knew, and she made me dye her hair for years, well after I’d stopped colouring my own. It’s the memories of the welts that almost immediately formed along my arms where I’d accidentally touched, where I’d get perfect circles of allergies as the dye dripped onto my feet. It’s that she insisted I did it for her, when she could have others do it. It’s that she manipulated me and guilted me into touching something she knew I was horribly allergic to, for the sake of her appearance.  It’s the anger that I experienced allergies with foods, that I was diagnosed with severe lactose intolerance, that I wasn’t a “picky eater” at all- just suffering from bad sensitivities, allergies and intolerances, and that my mother knew about the food, she knew about the dye- It’s that she goddamn knew, and she did not care. 

[funsimplethings]

[designgraphicruby]

Allergic Reaction

[usatei2011]

[shays-shack]

I was originally gonna draw bunny day art when I started this but then I remembered a random discord message I saw and lost my mind :3

anyway super real and canon ending to kirio's "make Iruma despair plan"

inspired by this message :33

[scientia-rex]

I decided to test whether I’m ACTUALLY allergic to pears last night because I’ve only tried this like two or three times and yup. Still allergic to pears.

[anetherealpoetess]

someone made an absolutely hilarious elrond and durin tiktok edit to a twink and a redhead (the lyrics being name a more iconic duo than a twink and a redhead) and my favourite of the top liked comments was: this would send robert aramayo into anaphylactic shock

[uuuhshiny]

Vladimir Verevochkin in Survival game (Игра на выживание)

After being repeatedly hit in the head (I will come to that later) he needs some stiches

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was scrolling through TikTok and the newest trend was people making cooking tutorials for dishes full of stuff they were allergic to and the goal was to finish it before going into anaphylactic shock.

[pollenallergie]

wearing a bee on your collar is a bold choice for someone whose dad died from a fucking bee sting

[butmakeitgayblog]

I just rewatched IWI and these are my thoughts (maybe spoilers?):

- plot is insanely tight

- the intro confuses me the first time round but this time it ties in neatly with the ending when everything is explained

- the mannerisms of the character (redacted) are subtle but revealing the second time round

- I don’t like the character Nikki but she’s a survivor and a great schemer, so it’ll be interesting to see what she’s going to do as (redacted) to regain her body and her life

- I think Maya just has chemistry with everyone, so I’m not seeing something more in her interaction with Nikki

- in the garden scene where every body is quarreling with one another, the director is actually playing with the viewer’s sense of reality by juxtaposing the bodies with the real characters (dead or alive) … I’m not explaining this well but this scene is worth rewatching to get that trippy “wait what?!!” feeling

- if you listened carefully, Maya is actually the truth-teller throughout the movie

OK FIRST OF ALL

They were girlfriends.

So jot that down 😤

Seriously tho listen I'm not saying anything actually happened or whatever, and I didn't say it was Maya who was the one acting fruity 👀, I'm just saying there was chemistry there intentional or not and the fact that I'm not the only one who saw it says something. Nikki specifically gave off very fleeting moments of having a draw toward Maya. Didn't she call her catnip? We are told she has a boyfriend and yet we never see him in pictures, she herself never brings ~him~ up, however when Shelby posts a picture as Nikki? The first thing that happens is a woman texts her.

I know what you are Nikki

Also how could you hate Nikki??

That is the baddest bitch in the game. Was she vapid? Yes. Was she vain as all hell? Yes.

But we support women's wrongs in this house 😤

[cuteguywhump]

The Escape Artist (2013)

[mildredmontagkinnie]

rewatching monster high and these kids are would eat milton grimm ALIVE

[eiraeths]

every so often i remember multiple people in my family have spontaneously developed a peanut allergy and worry a bit for myself. still gonna fuck up these honey roasted peanuts though

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Sicktember Day 21: Anaphylactic Response - Gravity Falls

“Don’t…need a…”

“Save your breath, Stanley; you need calm more than you need bravado right now. The ambulance will be here soon,” Ford insisted before Stan could muster himself to finish the protest. “They may not be able to identify the source of the reaction but they can administer oxygen, steroids, antihistamines and the like while I take a better look at the stinger.”

The anomalous creature left behind a nasty stinger indeed, a thin black thorn at nearly three inches long, gnarled at the end to ensure it was no easy feat to pry it loose. Stan had no fondness for needles or needle-like implements so when he saw how deeply entrenched it was in his skin, he had blanched—a sharp contrast to the burning, bubbling hives across his face and neck now.

Combined with the inflammation, the panic surging at the thought of hospitalization made it harder and harder for Stan to find small, staggered sips of air. Those quacks’ll stick me with worse things than this! I don’t care how much this sucks, I’m not going! With what little strength he had, he tried to grab at Ford’s coat to shake him somehow, sway him. It made the ballooned sting in his forearm throb.

“Stanley, stop. Please stay still. The more you move, the faster your heart pumps the allergen through your system. What is it?”

“Don’t…” I don’t need a hospital. I don’t want to go. Don’t make me. Don’t just hand me over to them. “…Don’t leave me.”

That wasn’t what he meant to say. He must have looked as pathetic as he sounded, eyes all red and puffy from the swelling, his voice a thin croak. The worried furrow in Ford’s brow deepened but his answer was far firmer and sure.

“Never again.”

[detentiontrack]

Guys I’m about to be the bravest girl on planet earth (telling the panda express worker about my severe coconut allergy and asking them to please ensure there’s no cross contamination between my noodles & orange chicken and the coconut shrimp they have)