#family pain

[fortunekookie07]

Hey guys!

Just wanted to let you know that I am diligently working on the wonderful requests I've received. Just got a bit of writers block at the moment and my muse took a vacation without me. 😅

I am doing my best to push through it and trying to write multiple stories at once to break it. Please be patient with me. 💜

Edit!

I am still working on the stories and I can't wait to see how they are received.

I feel you guys deserve to know why it is taking so long. My family is falling apart around me.

A divorce is happening. My aunt has literally lost her mind and has accused me multiple times of inappropriate relations with my uncle. Who is like a dad to me.

I feel so heartbroken that I'm losing the other person who was there at the hospital the day I was born. I just don't want to put that kind of pain into my work. I feel like it would sour the core of what I originally wanted.

I promise to deliver a story to delight all.

I love all the support I've been given so far

[everythingseasoning]

I hate being a lover girl at heart who loves gift giving, gladly spends time listening to people when they’re struggling, supports the hopes and dreams of those I care about, needs to talk about ideas in order to stay sane— and then being placed in a family that makes me feel like I’m a joke, unworthy of love, gaslights me into believing they’re always right and I’m always wrong (when all my therapists have said otherwise), tells me to shut up because I talk too much, surrounded by people who hold bigoted and selfish beliefs, makes me feel so deeply alone and outcasted, warps me into an angry, resentful little gremlin who has to be somebody she, at her core, is not

I don’t get to be loved and I don’t get to love. Not in the home I grew up in. It’s been so isolating and difficult and maddening.

[pjsandapony]

This is a true story, maybe it could help someone somewhere..

There are a few people involved in my story who are still on their own paths of healing, and we are all connected in different ways so parts of the story are intentionally vague. I don’t know how one goes about telling stories that involve others, but I’m going to do my best to be respectful.

My husband and I had three children very close together, each two years apart from 2012 to 2016. We were loving being parents and had experienced no major hiccups aside from some job changes during those four years. But the year of 2017 just after our third baby was born, just ended up being a full breakdown for us on so many levels, work betrayals and relational betrayals and pain upon pain. Almost month over month it felt like a crisis was happening. That spring, when our third baby was just a few months old, I started having hallucinations triggered by a couple different things. A combination of the MTHFR gene mutation and a UTI. I was exhausted and struggling to take care of myself as well as I needed to. After three babies back-to-back and nursing all of them, my body was really depleted nutritionally and I didn’t know the depth of it. It ended up that I became fully convinced I was dying and got to a point where I was terrified to go to sleep at night and so mostly stopped sleeping except for a few hours during the day when I could hear the reassuring sounds of people and movement. I had severe postpartum anxiety and didn’t know that either until later. I was completely manic and hearing and seeing things that weren’t there. It took a full year to eventually begin to trust my senses again, just out of fear, although the hallucinations stopped as soon as I got on the right supplement regimen.

Fast forward about 4 years, our third child was now 5 and life was beginning to feel smooth. We were renting a quiet house in the country, and enjoying all of the phases of a growing family.

In this house, we also had a precious relative living with us. There were some struggles that this person was having that my husband and I weren’t sure how to handle. One night, after one particularly challenging round of conversations, I got into bed and pulled the sheets up over my head. My husband was sitting in the corner working on his computer. Then I audibly heard a man’s voice ask “are you ok?” I pulled the sheets down and asked him if he had just asked me that. My husband said no, he hadn’t said anything at all. Internally I answered the voice back and said “yes I’m just tired” and then asked in my mind, “who spoke to me?”

Several nights later it was storming quite loudly outside and, as my oldest son was never fond of heavy storms, had come into our room to sleep. All of the sudden he popped his head up and said “did you say something?” I said “no I didn’t, what did you hear?” He said, “someone said, ‘the Son.’” He was so frightened and shaking and climbed into our bed for the rest of the night.

A week or two later I asked him some questions. I asked him if the voice sounded friendly or scary and he said friendly. And I asked him if it was a male or female voice. He said male. It became clear to me that the Father answered my question through our son, because He knew I would not trust my own experience, due to the health situation we went through years before. He knew I would question if I was hallucinating again.

In mercy, He confirmed the care of His Son through another person, my own son. I say all of this to encourage you, towards belief that God cares about your inner world and your responses to the events of your life.

[sonic-adventure-3]

it’s crazy that rouge straight up said this and people still see her as a mother figure lmaooo

[gallusrostromegalus]

In the latest installment of me Terrorizing Medical Professionals, I got my Wisdom Teeth extracted because one decided to be an asshole and the other 3 were pending assholery, and demonstrated to my dentist that it's entirely possible to out-metabolize Ketamine if you start moving ASAP and also have a freakishly powerful liver.

So yesterday I had my one-month Checkup. It went pretty great, and the dentist asked if any part of my mouth was bothering me.

"Yeah, there's a sharp bit of bone coming out through the side from the extraction in my lower right jaw. The bone spur itself doesn't hurt, but it keeps cutting my tongue, so can you just pull it?" "Oh. Sure! Let me go get everything to do that." she said, and went to go get the tools for the extraction.

...Then there was some kind of confusion at the front desk I could overhear, with someone showing up with an urgent problem and they had to juggle the available staff, so she came back a bit later with the Pliers, said something about something taking "long enough" and went in.

It came out in two pieces, and the most discomfort I had was like, a 3/10 from the extraction itself, but mostly from keeping my mouth open.

...About halfway through, the Hygienist came in, apologizing for being late getting back from the front desk.

"Oh good, you have her the Novocaine!" the hygienist sighs with relief.

"What?" Said my dentist.

"What?" said the hygienist.

Both of them turn to look at the very full syringe on the tool table behind me.

"Honestly this is bothering me way less than the shot would." I said, lightly dribbling blood, and they both turn to me in horror.

"I really hate needles." I explain.

"What." says the dentist.

"Woah." Says the hygienist. "You would have done great in like, The Civil War."

Which is probably the funniest thing anyone's every said about my dangerously high pain tolerance.

Anyway, it was a one-off issue, and a non-issue for me because I think a normal person would have stopped her, so I go back in August if she doesn't recommend me to someone else for terrifying her twice in as many visits.

[chronicpaingirlie]

reminder for abled people, part of being an ally to disabled people is to actually care about them enough to bother to tailor things to their needs.

care enough to plan activities that your disabled friends are able to do. care enough to plan meals that your disabled friends will be able to eat. care enough to be willing to meet them where They are, rather than being upset if they can’t meet you where You are.

things are so hard for us already. don’t make things harder and sadder for us by excluding us with your thoughtlessness.

[bonerot19]

I know we like writing fics where Jason is all "I'm not the kid you lost" and "he died and I'm all the worst parts of him that came back" and whatever. but lately I've been thinking about a Jason that's angry bc everyone thinks he came back wrong, because to him, he's the same as he's always been. sure, he's more upset and angry and traumatized, but he's still Jason.

I've been thinking about a Jason that spent most of the time since his death underground and then catatonic. to him, hardly any time has passed at all. to his family, three years have gone by. and Jason knows he looks different than he did, and he knows he's sharper around the edges, now, but he's still Jason. he's the same kid that died and now he's back and why doesn't anyone see that?

they're the ones that changed, not him

[dirtytransmasc]

I'm just imagining Sevika charging into battle not knowing where her girls are. she hears whispers from the battlefield that Isha is dead and that Jinx is gone. taken. captured. surrendered. she doesn't want to accept either. she almost refuses. and it's in the back of her mind that she has to live so she can find her girls, and at the very least, remember them.

and she almost dies. she thinks that there might not be anyone to remember them. to find them.

and then she doesn't. she doesn't die. and one thing leads to another, and she's on the council. and....

she still doesn't know what happened to them.

and then Vi, the girl who, justifiably, hates her guts, comes back. and the look on her face all She needs to know Jinx is gone. but she can't accept it. she can't.

she demands to know what happened, in a clipped, gruff manner, not displaying much care, but her eyes are teary and her gut is churning.... and Vi just says they're gone.

and all Sevika can do is whisper "... both?"

and she doesn't wait for an answer. the face is enough. "how?".

the answer kills her.

she walks away. murmurs an apology over her shoulder.

she doesn't know what to do with the feeling in her chest. her fingers trace over the carving in her arm.

[deliciousbelieverobject]

I'm begging you, pleeeaaase if you live with a physically disabled person and they tell you what would make the living space more accessible, DO NOT SAY "just ask me for help." I don't want to have to ask for your help dumping out yesterday's coffee grounds in the french press.. I want to be able to make coffee without having to ask for help every. single. fucking. day.. Like, why don't able bodied people not understand that asking for help to do every little thing fucking SUCKS?? Also, when I'm upset because my own home isn't accessible, don't get mad at me as if it's something personal towards you.. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. I'm allowed to be mad at the lack of accessibility my disability creates... Don't make it about you.

[dykesbat]

help a palestinian doctor evacuate his three family members in gaza

vetted by operation olive branch (line 85)

$25,830 raised of $50,000 as of november 5

since this fundraiser has started back in early 2024, we've only managed to help fund the escape of dr moath and his mother, basma. three family members remain in gaza including moath's father and his two younger brothers.

please help his family. this fundraiser has been stagnating badly and i'm incredibly worried for yusuf, ahmed, and their father. we need less than $5000 in order to evacuate one of them. if you have any money to spare please please please contribute to this campaign.

[beans-beneath-moonlight]

Why'd they have to drop him fifteen times 😭

[everythingseasoning]

Hi everyone, I’ve been quite absent lately in my messages & other areas, and I’m sorry!! I plan to get back to y’all soon. My cat was missing for a bit and that truly took the energy and time out of me. Kitty is back now! He has a pretty nasty infection which caused him to starve himself because he ran away to a place without stray cats (my place has stray cats around) & didn’t come out from his safe place until I’d searched relentlessly & found him under someone’s house. He likely would’ve died there if I hadn’t found him, because he couldn’t walk well :( and he hadn’t come home for some time. He ate ravenously once I poured him food. He’s doing better now, he went to the vet and got treatment. I’m relieved. He’s the only living creature I can call family, and he’s been the only spot of warmth around for most of my life.

- M 🫶

[butterflyscribbles]

End of an Era📚🚸

Based on a hc that Mr. Tang homeschooled MK for three years before he became friends with Mei and went to public school with her.

It was the main way the two of them spent so much time together so the first day was even more tough for the two of them than for most…

[lotus-pear]

the day i picked up dazai or smth idk i've never read it

[violent138]

On a very stupid note, can you imagine how embarrassing it is for Bruce Wayne, the most paranoid and secretive man on earth, that whenever there's drama in his family it inevitably reaches a significant portion of the superhero community?

And he can't even go after any one person, because Alfred would tell Dick (who tells Wally and Donna, especially if it was really stupid), Steph would tell Kara (who would tell Clark, who would tell Diana, who already knew via Donna), and Tim would tell Kon, Damian would tell Jon and Connor, Duke tells Jason about it, and because Wally told Barry Hal now knows (and other Lanterns), J'onn knew because Bruce was fuming and Clark was trying to figure out how to bring it up, Cass told Dinah and Barbara so now the entirety of the Arrowfam and Birds of Prey know too and so on.

[hannaloony]