#fibro blog

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[mosscaller]

My life was spent in a room, due to my disabilities and severe mental issues.

[purplebutterflies-blog]

It DOES get better. Not every day is bad love. There are good days and bad ones

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CREDIT goes to: @ sidthevisualkid (found on Pinterest)

[maladyinpink]

Having a very real case of "Life Imitates Art"... After all the projecting onto comfort characters...they're projecting back onto me.

Sure, I mean...I'm not pregnant, or estranged from a badass twin sibling, fighting angel exorcists, or facing a giant three headed monster.

But with this month, chock full of personal bullshit, and the city, literally on fucking fire...it's sure felt like hell...And finally it culminated in waking up with a cold... Wah 😢

[residualmanifest]

dont think i said on here but heart appointment went good ! suspecting that ive got POTS . with my medical history itd make sense . and w the fainting episode (now i know what to call it) the doc was very nice and concerned he made me feel a lot better . and my brother was there to corroborate my story .

im waiting for a heart monitor to get in now to rule out arrythmia . gotta wear it for 2 weeks, but i do feel better hearing that everything else sounds normal also got a thyroid check . 👍🏻 also got bubble bear and me and vinz got to pick out a keychain cus we got a boba and a bowl .

i can also do light stretches still but recommended to do non positonal exercise ie an exercise bike in place . and also im thr only man on thr planet whos been recommended to eat more red meat and protein before, and now ive been recommended to eat more salt LOL !

[sophiethewitch1]

UwU any spoilers for the next chapter,,

I have meant to do this multiple times but keep forgetting so here's an extra long snippet in apology! It's basically the entire start of the next chapter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Damn. Your indulgent TV stalking of the Wayne’s really doesn’t hit the same once you technically knew them. And you were hiding inside one of their bedrooms, inside one of their clothes, using their TV subscription. It just didn’t feel right. Morally, of course, but that wasn’t what you were talking about. No, you were just pissy your favourite passtime was basically ruined. You shovel another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth, glaring through tired eyes at the screen.

There’s an up close shot of Dick Grayson’s abs. The presenter ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ over his physical form, and you have to agree. You wish you had abs like that. Unfortunately you did respond to most unwanted experiences with stress eating. As always with these celebrity figures, you can’t really tell if you want to be Dick or be with Dick. Your butt is nowhere near the level his is at.

While you hadn’t really set out today looking for shirtless pictures of the Waynes, it wasn’t like you were going to say no to them. So, when the gossip channel had switched from the reactions of the Waynes to last night’s fiasco to… this… you’d just kept watching.

You wonder if you should stop doing this. It’s definitely kind of creepy, and now you’d technically once been his… step sister. What a mind fuck. You’ve been crushing on these dudes for a while, and now they were your ex-step siblings. This was like the start of a bad porno, but you knew you were not that lucky. And it wasn’t like you were going to start thinking of him as a brother any time soon. You hadn’t even met the guy. No, he was still firmly in the ‘celebrity crush’ section of your mind. Pretty and untouchable. The way things are supposed to be.

Which was also bad because you would probably have to meet and interact with him at some point. Probably in the near future. God knows you’d absolutely humiliated yourself in front of the fucking Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne,. Twice, in fact. You didn’t even want to think about the display you’d shown for Bruce Wayne or Damian Wayne.

You didn’t really know what to do with your slightly obsessive crushes. And you could see it definitely being a problem in the near future.

…You decide that what you do in your private time is absolutely nobody but yours business, and keep watching. It’s a mix of bitter spite and geniune mental breakdown levels of desperation that leads you to that decision. You feel like you’re a child with their toy being taken away, and it’s making you mad. And sad too. Even if you shouldn’t do this anymore, you still wanted to keep the habit. You’d mentioned before your creature comforts were one of the few things that kept you going. And while you were mostly very good at not being the jealous, heinous creature you really are, you knew you wouldn’t be giving this up.

They’d have to tear your gossip channels from your cold dead palms. You weren’t giving them up, not without a fight at least. Unfortunately for you, the universe seemed determined to wrestle away literally everything you loved.

Guilt’s for tomorrow. Today is for ice cream and purposefully ignoring everything. Speaking of which, you can not remember the last time you had a good Ben & Jerry’s. They were so expensive these days, as all groceries were. You simply couldn’t afford it. The Waynes, of course, had multiple tubs in multiple different options. Alfred had seemed delighted that you’d taken the ice cream, for which reasons you could not perceive.

Oh, yeah! His name was Alfred. Very butler-y. You’d remember it this time, he was a very nice man. And he called you ‘young miss’ which earned him points. He also didn’t seem to hate you on sight, or treat you like a two-headed freak, like some of the other people in this household. Not naming names. Yeah, fuck that noise, Damian Wayne obviously has issues and it’s much less attractive in real life.

The woman drones on, and your eyes flick to your phone. Yup, she’s still yapping. It’s not like you don’t appreciate Dick’s abs or anything, it’s just that you think she might’ve been talking about this one specific photo for over half an hour now. Lady should get a hobby. Wait, wait, this is her job. Maybe you should start a podcast where you rant about the Wayne’s excercise regimes. It seems to be quite a lucrative field.

You shriek when the door slams open, nearly tumbling backwards off the bed. Hands manage to grip the bedcovers before you tip over, not making a complete fool of yourself. As it goes, you lose your spoon to the carpet. Bits of cookie dough spread over the floor in a divine sacrifice. And you lose your sanity to the man standing in the doorway. To be fair, he looks just as confused as you feel.

You blink at the physically perfect form of Dick Grayson, and then turn your head to the TV to look at the other physically perfect form of Dick Grayson.

…You really wish you had a good explanation for this.

He mutters out your name, lips parted. Dick Grayson seems absolutely shocked to find you here. His eyes flick around the room, and eventually land on the TV. Said baby blues widen to the size of saucers when the reporter makes a really, really unneccesary comment.

“And in news that broke the hearts of both ladies and gentlemen everywhere in Bludhaven, Dick Grayson has announced he will be returning to Gotham to assist his family in this difficult time. My cousin in the Blud is probably crying right now. There’s no ass out there quite like his, and there’s no replacement for Bludhaven’s favourite young rich bachelor,” she winks at the camera, and then the shot of his tone stomach phases forward to take up the entire screen.

Well, there’s a lot to say about that. First of all, fuck. Second of all, shit. Third of all, she really couldn’t have said that part about Dick coming back to Gotham sooner? Per chance, before you’d found yourself in this situation?

You said you weren’t that lucky, you meant it.

“But still, ain’t that lucky for us Gothamites? I myself have spent a lot of time on Dick’s Tiktok and Instagram, and his thirst traps have been used in a lot of my personal-”

You snatch the remote from the sheets and pause it right there. The silence is tense.

[melodymorningdew]

Found more mouse poop in my bed and I still haven't healed from the ER and might have to go back 🙃

I adore stress. More please. /s

[spitting-flowers-since]

Fun game to play: am I feeling bad because I am mentally ill or because I'm chronically ill?

Entertaining myself everyday!

[thedrotter]

once more ive come to share the goofy edits i do as college assignments... you get let's play youtuber goku and panamenian goku with chayanne colored lineart🔥🔥

[halogalopaghost]

So I got diagnosed with fibromyalgia.

Don't offer condolences or anything, I'm really not upset about it. I'm just happy to have the word and explanation for all of it. I've already mourned my health. Of course I had hopes that it would come around, and it still might! but I've already dealt with months, honestly more than a year, of pain and fatigue and barely scraping by, just being in survival mode.

Honestly I think my body is still trying to heal from the long, busy hours I pulled over the holiday season. When I tried to go back, just to sit at a desk and input data, it reacted swiftly and violently to tell me It Does Not Like That.

In my mind, last week I was just a person who can't deal, who's got some vague symptoms that come and go like the freakin wind, and some people don't believe. And I let the people who didn't believe me really get to me sometimes--I asked myself OFTEN (and still do, this is going to take some unlearning) if I was really sick, or just exaggerating symptoms/being a baby, whatever.

Now I can honestly say "I have fibromyalgia" and a lot of people aren't going to believe that either. I know fibro is not a popular diagnosis, and yes I do think there's a deeper cause behind it that we don't understand yet, but oh boy does it absolutely exist. And now when anyone doubts me, I can tell them to fuck right off <3

[purplebutterflies-blog]

Feeling better mentally today but still hurting with more snow and winter storms heading into my area. 🌨️❄️ I will be back to posting, but still doing my self care. 😊🫶 I hope everyone is doing well and achieving everything they're wanting too this week. Remember to be gentle with yourself! 💕

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It's okay to get burnt. Originally I wasn't going to share anything about my life or much about myself but I learned it might be smart too. Especially since I was so burnt out. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), chronic pain, and chronic fatigue. (For now) I also have my own mental health problems. Bipolar 1 disorder, PTSD, depression, anxiety, social anxiety disorder, and a couple of others that I won't share due to being extremely stigmatized.

My name is Jess. I'm older than most I think on this app. I'm 28, but I won't follow minors if I know you're a minor, without their consent. I'm trying to become a blogger. Trying to sort of make something of myself. I love The Sims games and that's another goal of mine in life (I know it might seem goofy). My goal with that is to teach myself how to build and hopefully become a part of the Sims community and when I get a better set up, start streaming. If I can ever create make up cc I'd love to do that (if I'm ever good enough, but I doubt I will be). I also want to relearn photoshop and make my own photo art for my blog. (Just waiting to get the program at the moment and waiting to get a better laptop and also a tablet as well). And for the Sims stuff if I achieve that goal that will be on separate pages. 😊 So the blog will be totally separate.

CREDIT for photo: @samrosestudio (found on Pinterest)

[vanillabat99]

My chest hurts, my back hurts, my hips hurt, I have a headache, and I am too nervous to sleep because the novelty of my fucked up back has gone away and I am now very afraid about the possibility of going to the hospital ._.

[lordirony]

I do think the concept of a rheumatologist looking at my referral & blood labs and just immediately being like "this bitch got fibro, referral DENIED" is really funny. What a fuckin way to get a diagnosis

[saminthea]

Okay so. I reblogged a post a couple weeks ago about how the diagnostic criteria for Autism for the next DSM is going to be more restrictive, making it more difficult to get an autism diagnosis. Which I was just as upset as the OP about at the time. But since then I've gained additional information and I thought I'd share with the class.

The symptoms and symptom clusters that currently make up an Autism diagnosis is likely actually several separate disorders that were being grouped as Autism because we didn't know enough about the separate disorders. Since the last edition of the DSM there's been a bunch of extra research and genetic testing and analysis of symptom clusters. So we know enough now to make the more specific disorder specifications now.

So the diagnostic criteria of Autism is shrinking. That doesn't mean everyone who previously had an Autism diagnosis but no longer qualifies are going to be floating without labels that help get necessary accommodations. It just means you're going to fall into new categories instead. Like when Aspbergers stopped being a diagnosis and it got tied to Autism Spectrum Disorder (but in the opposite direction).

This doesn't mean you're not allowed to be upset! There's a lot of community to be found with fellow autistic people, and there have been a lot of recent strides in the acceptance and understanding of Autism as a disorder (with the general public). That loss of community is going to feel huge, and it's going to be an uphill battle to spread awareness of the new labels for the current symptom clusters.

But it's not the end of the world and it's going to result in more accurate and precise diagnosies.

[shoreline-system]

hello hello our system is alive. the disability is disabling lmao apologies for the absence