#i was like why the fuck do i feel like i haven't taken my meds but then i remembered what week it was

[crippledanarchy]

How's my mental health?

I'm rewatching the walking dead for the millionth time

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 4

If you haven't read the others, they can be found here.

Ahhh, nothing gets me going like a sub wearing what their Dom picked out. That subtle ownership. Why yes, I do pick out all my husband's clothes except the dreaded work clothes. I refuse to take the blame for those tacky things.

Right off, we can easily see that this is not an M/s situation. The fact that Segasaki is asking Yoh what he wants to do, tells us exactly what we need to know. Yoh is explaining what he is going to do. That is not something a slave would ever even think to do. We can easily tell that he is a subby sub though, cause when Segasaki brings out the Dom, Yoh eases back.

OMG, that chin grab! @bl-bam-beyond pretty please gif that chin grab.

That chin grab with the "No." Ugh, how all my lovely subs doing? Are you still here? Have you been able to finish the show? Or are you stuck here on rewind?

Yoh actually questions Segasaki as to why not. Anybody still thinking Yoh a slave? Cause not to be rude, I can't fix stupid. This boy, a brat. Fuck, this whole scene is really showcasing their dynamic. "But we made a promise." "Tell her that you can't go anymore. Do it. Do you even know why you are in this house." And once again, we're back at the misunderstanding stage.

A fangirl, I see. OMG, this is adorable. Yoh is like, sure. Let's look at the tie of my Dom, bestie.

Yoh calling with Segasaki standing over him. This episode is killing me in the best possible way. Don't revive me! (No! I have not taken my ADHD meds, don't judge me!) "I was ordered to stay home." Hahahaha! Then the ahhhh, after he tells her that he will make it up to her. Letting you know he was likely just punished by Segasaki. Yes, my mind went here.

Then the reward of the head pat, "you did good."

She showed up to check on him! Woot! Haha, she is about to find out who is boyfriend is. Hahaha. I'm dying. Meanwhile, his boyfriend is like, "guess it's time for a face off." Ya'll I'm not okay. I'm laughing so hard.

And Yoho stepped over a line and got put in his place. But he is too busy having a crisis to care! 🤣🤣🤣 Her face is my favorite.

That effortless lie. He wasn't feeling well. Uh huh. I love these two dumbass friends. I need sake too!!! I'm dying. Shit, I can't breathe through the laughter.

Now it's Yoh's turn to be jealous. Ahh, he got drunk and fell asleep on the floor. The places we find comfortable when we are drunk.

Nope, he doesn't want to go to the bed. I love the outer dialogue we are getting. I really enjoy that we get Yoh's side of things and from his perspective, but this rounds it out a bit for me.

And look at that beautiful smile when Segasaki finds out she's married. "Are you in your rebellious phase." Does this sound familiar to certain people whom I will not mention by name!?! Hmmm! Brats! Stop breaking my heart! Make him stop Segasaki, make him stop!

Fuck, I love these two so much. Everything he is describing is very much a Brat Tamer. Bossy but gentle. Controlling but caring. Charming and unreasonable. Brat Tamer.

The way his squishes Yoh's face! Ahhh, these two are gonna kill me!

"It would be nice if you stayed drunk forever." Because of the honesty. Segasaki likes Yoh's quirks, but he also wants the honesty and the connection.

I need the curry story now! But apparently, I must wait. Heavy sigh.

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know in the tags if you did. 💜💜💜 See you next time.

[running-in-the-dark]

so, at my appointment today my new dentist informed me that my psychiatrist told her I shouldn't get laughing gas because I could react badly to it. because of my 'neurological condition/disorder'

bitch I have anxiety. what???

and.... I would 100% be willing to risk a bad reaction! no one fucking asked me! I'm SO afraid of going to the dentist now, I don't fucking care if I dont react well to that, I just wanted to TRY at least once!

I fucking switched dentists in part because I wanted to finally try that. and now I can't because that dude said so. like, cool, give me something else for the panic I get at these appointments??? but no it's just like 'yeah no you get nothing bye'

I'm so angry 😭

had a pretty shit day today - I was already in pain, and then I somehow hurt my back (literally just stood there and moved my arm to pick something up and suddenly had this awful pain in my back). so I've just been lying on the couch all day. it's better now but still pretty painful.

I wanted to paint today but obviously that didn't happen. and yesterday I was so tired that I just fell asleep so I didn't paint then either. tomorrow I've got a dental appointment and that always leaves me very fatigued, soo I'm guessing I won't do anything tomorrow either.

then my niece is sleeping here, then my brother is coming over to help me go through all the stuff for my thesis, then it's my sister-in-law's birthday (which I'm also making a cake for).

I'm so tired.

[kaonarvna]

Going through so much right now. Barely have the capacity to do much of anything aside from work and take care of myself and my spouse.

Autistic burnout is truly a cruel mistress. As is having undiagnosed ADHD, knowing what your unmet needs are, and not having the means to access the support you require.

Big vent below. Workplace ableism. ADHD/AuDHD vent.

My spouse is quitting his job again. It happens every year. We've only just now realised "oh my god, it's the autism. It was always the autism" for why he keeps hopping.

He's leaving the current job because they're failing to give him what seems like the most basic accommodations (written instructions, scheduled meetings/literally any notice instead of impromptu "informal chats" in hallways with no record, basic empathy).

He's being told off for "speaking too loudly" and "speaking too enthusiastically" even though all he's talking about with his colleagues is work. They took away his office to turn it into a meeting room, forced him into the communal office space, and have now told him to stop talking to himself or his colleagues.

It's heartbreaking. It's been slowly creeping in for months and it's taken too long for us to realise "oh my god, you need a diagnosis, this is just fucking discrimination, you need formal accommodations and support".

So he's off on the sick now because his stress has become so severe that he just can't function. Before he got the sick note he'd come home and crash every day, and dreaded going to work. He role-played being a warhammer 40k servitor (lobotomised and obedient worker drone, basically) to help him get through the day of staying quiet and doing nothing but work. He'd come home and need so much sensory input and support. And he slept so much, and so poorly. He started to "fail the speech checks" (massively miss social cues and say the wrong thing) with colleagues at work, and came home embarrassed in ways he never was before. He's a very very social animal, and didn't think he had social difficulties, but now he's so worn down that he's realised he does.

He can't mask anymore. He's so tired.

And now that he got that sick note, and plans to leave, he's not dreading waking up each day nearly as much. He's still in the sensory sock every day, and he's still sad and overwhelmed, but he's feeling better.

We've started the process of getting him a diagnosis, but it's going to take months and months and months. We don't really have months. We're going to start applying for new jobs for him, and hopefully get him out of labs. You'd think a chemical laboratory would be the perfect place for an autistic man who loves STEM, but management has always made it unworkable for him. He's always slowly forced out.

And I can barely take care of him, between working full time and having EDS. And I've finally realised I desperately need that ADHD diagnosis, and I need meds. I haven't felt like a person in so long. I haven't felt like myself in years. I feel like this abstract creature inside this horrible prison, and the controls don't work anymore.

Every mental health professional I've seen has asked me, "Have you ever been assessed for ADHD? You've already adopted all the coping mechanisms and lifestyle changes I could recommend. I can't diagnose you, but yknow, think about it."

I've always suspected it. I know I'm autistic. All signs point to ADHD too.

I looked back on every stimulant I've put in my body, and realised that all of them made my brain emptier. They all gave me more control. I was always more able to make choices and act upon them. But I used to associate that with the pain relief (think kratom, nefopam, etc) not the stimulant.

So when I got my pain mostly under control, and I manage it now, I couldn't figure out why I still had so little control over myself.

It's the fucking ADHD.

How much time have I lost to being undiagnosed and unmedicated? How much of my life has slipped down the drain while I paced back and forth, or laid in place "stuck", or ping ponged from incomplete task to incomplete task until I crashed? How much more pleasure could I have experienced if my brain wasn't full of constant noise and thirty different versions of the same thought?

How much have I hurt myself by going "you're fine, you don't need meds" for so many years?

I don't know how long it's going to take to get diagnosed. I've started the process and now we just...wait. But all the evidence points to "yes", and that "meds will probably work and make a massive difference for your quality of life". I might get to be a person someday, or at least a more fulfilled creature.

[lastoneout]

It really is wild to tell a doctor to their face that I have tried to "push myself" to regain my mobility and it put me on bedrest for like three fucking months only for them to be like "well have you tried pushing yourself to regain your mobility??" like bro going on a 15 minute slow-ass walk around my neighborhood once a day for a month took away what was left of my mobility for THREE months and my knee STILL hurts more now than it did before. Pushing myself lead to me permanently making my pain worse, not better.

I also wasn't kidding about the cooking thing, I broke down about not being able to cook because I love cooking so much and eating take out and boxed/frozen food all the time SUCKS so my fiancé helped me make just spaghetti one night, just sauce, cheese, and noodles, it took 45 minutes, I was wearing my knee brace, and I sat down as much as possible, and I was in so much pain by the end that I could barely stand. How do I "push myself" in this situation?? I can't even make a basic dinner for myself and my fiancé without having to give up doing anything else including showering and giving my cat her meds and shit like that for the entire rest of the day. How do I push from here??

Like I just genuinely don't know how you can hear all that and then say to my face that continually injuring myself in this way is going to yield positive results. Every time I have pushed I have limited my mobility further. My PT even TOLD me I shouldn't reach the point of being in actual pain while exercising, if I'm hurting really bad I need to stop so I don't injure myself. How does my PT know that when my fucking rhumatologist doesn't??? How does it not make sense for me even just stay mobile until I hit my limit and then use the wheelchair so hitting my limit doesn't mean "not being able to do anything for the next two days"?????

It's like they think I just started hurting and fucking gave up immediately. I was forced to quit my job THAT I LOVED SO MUCH because even when I hit the point where I could barely walk or sit without pain I didn't want to give it up, I kept pushing myself until my fiancé would have to practically carry my ass to the car at the end of my shifts, and it ended with me so disabled I still can't work. My fiancé legit has to constantly step in to stop me from pushing myself too far because I just want to do the things I want to do and I will hurt myself because of it!! I'm independent to a fault, I hate nothing more than admitting that I can't do something I want to do. Every shred of mobility I have sacrificed has been torn from my very unwilling hands, I haven't given up, I've had it taken from me. I never stopped trying to keep walking, keep working, keep cooking, keep going places, I had to stop because I had no other alternative. It was that or destroy my body. And tbh overall I still chose "destroy my body" more often than I should have.

But they still act like I'm giving up. Like it's me being lazy and stupid that got me here. Like if I was willing to just cope with the pain and not give up it would fix everything even though I already tried that.

I dont hate being disabled, I really don't, even though I've had to give up so much stuff. I grew up with a disabled mother, she's used a wheelchair my entire life and tbh I'm thankful because it seems to have spared me the all too familiar abled worldview that disability is something tragic and shameful and horrifying. It's just life, it's always just been my life, and becoming disabled was pretty easy to accept because I never saw it as a tragic fate to be avoided at all costs. This is the body I have, this is what it can and can't do, my life isn't over it's just different now, I'm allowed to mourn what I used to be able to do while recognizing that I can still live a full life with the right kind of medical care. Most of my frustration comes from people projecting their ableist feelings about disability onto me! It's why "oh but you're so young" comments make me want to deck people.

The only thing I hate about being disabled is other people and all their fucking issues that they keep projecting onto me. The way doctors act like it's better for me to give up everything I do just so I can eventually maybe regain some of my mobility rather than give me the help that would ACTUALLY make that possible. And I cannot stand the way I'm treated like some sort of stupid infant who doesn't have any idea what's best for her because I recognize my own limitations and ask for help. The pain isn't even the worst part, it's the dehumanization and infantilization. The insistence that suffering is better than "giving up" and using a mobility aid. The idea that something happening to someone like me is a tragedy and not just part of life. And the way it constantly makes me feel like I'm the problem when I fucking KNOW I'm not.

Every issue I have faced has been a result of the way other people have treated me. My mobility probably wouldn't even be as bad as it is now if my doctors had Fucking Listened To Me when I first brought up my chronic pain as a teenager, because if they had they would have figured out that I have EDS and will always be damaging my joints and thus need braces NOW to prevent that damage from progressing. I hate thinking about how not being taken seriously by doctors is what got me here in the first place. I'm so fucking tired of my fate being in the hands of people who won't help me and then blame ME for how bad I'm doing and insist I have no idea what I'm talking about and helping me would make things worse actually and have you tried just suffering more.

It's legit inhumane. I just want to be treated like a person, and maybe have some recognition for the way other people constantly make my life hell rather than people acting like I got myself into this situation when I fucking didn't, they did.

I was never the problem.

[vorpalfae]

I noticed you haven't been as active on social media as you were even a few months ago.. is there any reason? I hope ur okay🖤

aw thank you for checking up on me🥺 honestly i've been struggling on and off with my mental health and trying to find medication that works. i've had it switched a couple times recently and even had a super bad reaction to one that landed me in a mental hospital. (well it was a combination of medication and other stuff.)

i think ive finally found one that works but as most psyche meds do, they've been making me act different. i've grown a bit tired of the kind of content i've been making for a long time now. my interests haven't changed at all. i still have the same interests, i'm just bored of the way i've been presenting them and myself if that makes sense😂

idk if bored is the right word. the "aesthetic"/overall vibe of my social media usually reflects the way i feel. and right now when i log on i see all the things i like but its presented in a way that doesn't feel like myself. its still me but i think in the last couple months i've grown a lot now that i've actually taken steps to learn about my newly diagnosed autism and started getting legitimate help for my bipolar disorder.

what it really comes down to is i just need to organize my brain and my pages on here a lot. i plan on revamping my tumblr and all my other social media to fit how i'm currently feeling. but i just haven't felt like doing it because the smallest tasks like that have reaaally been draining me mentally. it fucking sucks. but its been a lot better since i've had a bit of time to adjust to all the changes i've made for myself.

so i'm thinking i'll probably do a big "update" to all my social media either within the next few days or soonish lol sorry its taken me so long to answer ur anon. like i said, i've been mentally exhausted for a long time now and i just didnt know what the problem was until i was able to start thinking more clearly. having bipolar disorder is so difficult. because its both mania and depression. and it makes it extremely difficult to organize my thoughts when i'm struggling. idk if "regular" ppl deal with that but its always been an issue for me.

my content will most likely still be the same. i just might start adding some new stuff here and there and incorporate a lot of the new styles and aesthetics i've been into as of late. and perhaps diversify my content a bit too, because i have a lot of interests and fascinations with many things that i don't even post about online! 🥰

i hope i was able to give u an answer in the least confusing way possible. i'm terrible at explaining things. especially about myself😂 hence why most of the questions i answer always end up being paragraphs 😭

[vole-mon-amour]

Johnny, feeling the relic attack coming before V: "Get ready."

V collapses to the ground: "Aughh... Johnny!"

"You ain't dying yet. I got you."

(some time later we wake up on the floor of some abandoned Pacifica hotel, with meds in our hand)

V, softly: "Johnny..."

Johnny:" Get up. Pacific a is beautiful in this time of day."

I've seen that interaction so many times, yet it still gets me. V looking for comfort from Johnny, Johnny taking over our body and getting us to where he felt most comfortable and safe. Where he wants and hopes to comfort us.

Gosh. He. Him.

Their relationship. Not to mention that it feels like at some moments it's like Johnny feels the attack even harder than V? Which makes me think of that moment in the Phantom Liberty trailer. Johnny is full on going through it with V, just like when they first got attacked and Johnny was so fucking scared.

V: "Almost flatlined by that attack."

Johnny: "Almost."

V: "You're right. The ocean is beautiful. Hard to take my eyes off it."

"C'mon. Wanted to show you something."

🥺🥺🥺 Right this moment, my heart beats for him. Not to mention the attack of Takemura and V, where Johnny literally almost screams at V with "eyes all three sixty! They're in the hallway, and we gotta get out!"

No but seriously. How find they are become of each other.

"Cool your chrome. If I wanted full control, I'd have takes it already, lots earlier."

THAT'S what I'm talking about. Sure, the first time Johnny takes control over V's body (speaking of, I'm surprised this didn't happen just yet? in my memory this happens so much faster, but we already met Hanako through a doll and Johnny only taken control when he felt the relic glitching like crazy, almost flatlining us), he completely messed it up with a new tattoo (but hey, V + Johnny? I ain't complaining. Johnny Silverhand himself wanted that tattoo on us), with tons of booze and smoking and wanting to bang some random people.

But.

He waits for that conversation to happen at least. He COULD have taken the control, but he did not.

There's no other way to say this so: not only I love Johnny and mostly play and replay this game for him, but I respect him as well. He's my kind of character.

And I won't even start on the dog tags and that Johnny wanted to show and give them to us. Something so important to him and we become just as close with him. That topic deserves its own post. My goodness, I'm in my feelings again. It's like I haven't played this part before, it gets me like the first time. It's what I love the most about this game, this moment—one huge "Talk to Johnny" & I could do that for an hour of an actual real life time.

Not to mention thy after this tons of new jobs happen. Finally meeting Rogue and Kerry on a personal level. My goodness, even the thought of that. They saved the best part for the last.

UPD: no but:

"These yours?"

"Were. They're yours now."

Fifty years back. Johnny hid them so no one could find them, hey he led us straight to them. I have so many feelings about them to the point of me shaking my head, not believing this is happening. I—

"That's why I brought you here. Wasting days, weeks—that's the step I want you to skip."

Is it just me or does it actually make Johnny think of his friends? Maybe wanting to make amends (aside from the obvious wish to keep on living)? How he nudges V in the direction of Kerry and Rogue. My heart.

[laurasauras]

3,20,38

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

whenever i find myself thinking like this, it usually prompts me to go, okay, so how do i make it work.

the easy example is hanahaki--it's always been a trope that's annoyed me because it feels like weaponised victimhood and i couldn't get past how shitty the target of hanahaki would feel. so one day i come across it and i get to thinking, okay smartass, you do it better then! and from that i wrote two fics and an rp about characters who got hanahaki for people they both really didn't want to have it for and who couldn't have the surgery. i wanted to see what it'd be like if i gave it the highest stakes i could think of, and i think Excise My Broken Heart (unrequited daverose) is one of the best things i've written

in terms of ones i haven't done and really can't see myself doing though, pregnancy freaks me the fuck out so i don't think i could write anything more detailed than a tacky gender reveal party without getting squicked. and despite using 2nd person constantly due to the homestuck of it all, i find y/n fics to be tooooo ... idk directed? i don't have a problem with people reading my fics and getting off or with getting off while imagining themselves as the characters, but i'm not writing to get people off. not my cuppa tea! even in my porniest you better believe there's a character observation i'm proud of making!

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

okay so when i want to write i make myself a cup of tea/milo or boozy beverage of my choice, get in comfy clothes and sit where i always sit (my armchair, probably cross-legged) with all the things that give off notifications exited out of so i can't see the (1) of it all. i'm not hungry, i've taken my meds and i've had a shower recently enough that i'm not distracted by hygiene

when i need to write, same thing except i'm listening to Alive 2007, daft punk's live album where they mash up a bunch of their songs. it is magic for making me focus

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

one that i still think about is from Yet Another Crisis, where roxy is making her bad mental health everyone else's problem as well, which was a vent fic about my brother acting out before anyone knew he was trans. a commenter said that it really resonated with them, i shared the inspiration and they were like welp, that's why it resonated! they said, "I suspect I'm going to end up sharing this fic with my therapist, and maybe even my mother someday when she's ready to listen" and i will never stop thinking about how something i wrote was meaningful enough that someone feels that by sharing it, they can be known better. nothing tops that!

i actually keep a doc (that i always forget to update) with comments that have particularly made me smile. i'm fortunate enough to get a lot and i treasure them all, but some of them deserve to be squirreled away for days when i need to be reminded that my art has impact on people and by doing something i love, i have brought happiness (and a whole bunch of other emotions) to wonderful people 💛

[sound-of-the-cosmos]

𝕎𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕚𝕡𝕤 #𝟙.𝟝: 𝔻𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚, 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕠

Alright; since a lot of you really liked Part one, I figured it was high time to do a part 2!

As a nurse, my information and knowledge has increased and what better way to celebrate by sharing with the rest of you? Totally not because I love this shit too-

This is MUCH more in depth (because my dudes I know WAY too much)

Drugs have many categories, some of which I have touched on before. These included sedatives, hypnotics, addictive drugs, insulin, hallucinogenics, and anesthesia.

Other drugs that are underutilized include:

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴

These are fun! Not for the whumpee of course, but regardless--

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜:

antispasmodics 

antispastics

Yes they are different

Why

idfk

they just are ok

𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜/𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜

Commonly, these cause drowsiness / fatigue

Nausea / vomiting, dizziness, headache, dry mouth--

Decreased Blood pressure (which can be used in MANY things here)

Hallucinations!!

Seizures

Time for the dancey dance on the floor!

Respiratory depression (Breathing is much less).

Coma!! night night!

Cardiac arrest :(

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Cholergenics!! It's a type of muscle stimulant, which does try to reverse these effects. It's not always 100% effective, but it's better!

𝘖𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴

Pain killers; HIGHLY addictive, great for fucking with the whumpee mentally. Getting tortured, but can't feel the pain? Oh go D- Good soup!

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜:

Agonists

Partial Agonists

Antagonists

𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜/𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜

Obviously, pain is yeeted! Maybe not entirely, but it's MUCH better than what it would've been.

With this comes mental distress at knowing what's happening, even if they can't quite feel it.

GOD the possibilities

Unhealthy crunch--

Sedation is a common side effect, but so is delirium and dizziness.

Nausea and vomiting is pretty damn common too

Tolerance builds after a while... and so does dependance >:)

Oopsie withdrawal go brr!

Respiratory depression!! Breathing doesn't go brr right.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

The antagonists help reverse the effects. naloxone, or Narcan, is a SUPER common one used. But be wary... pain is comin' back and it's comin' back HARD.

𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 (𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘴)

These are great if you have high blood pressure! However, what happens if you give them to someone with regular blood pressure?

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜:

Calcium channel blockers

Thiazide / loop diuretics

Beta-blockers

ACE inhibitors

(there are many more but these are common)

𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜/𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜

Note: I haven't experienced this but I have taken care of someone who has had this happen.

Ofc, their blood pressure is going to TANK. This is knows as bottoming out (NOT THE SEXUAL KIND).

This shows with diaphoresis (sweaty as FUCK), extreme shakiness, pallor, and extreme dizziness.

Trying to take their BP usually results with not being able to find it (at first). Takes MANY tries.

Usually very weak, this can lead to falls or other concerns similar to that.

Good soup

Can kill if not rectified.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Can be treated with IV fluids, raising the feet, and emergency antidotes (this is determined by the class of antihypertensive taken).

Whumper will prolly not do these--

IVs are a PAIN to put in because-- the pressure is yoinked, so the veins are basically FLAT.

𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴

Not too surprisingly, if you take antidepressants when they aren't prescribed it doesn't end well.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜:

SSRIs (Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors)

SNRIs (Serotonin norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors)

MAOIs (Don't take anything else 14 days after discontinuing -- BP go U P and can kill)

Tricyclic antidepressants

(antipsychotics are a part of this, but I want to do a section on it's own)

𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜/𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜

Obviously it makes anything that was there worse more than likely-- there are certain meds that do not vibe with people (Wellbutrin for me) and it gives BAD side effects

It varies with each drug, but the normal s/s tend to be nausea / vomiting, insomnia, drowsiness, headaches, decreased alertness, sexual changes (increased or decreased libido), GI bleeding, anxiety, anorexia, increased appetite, seizures, fever, irregular heartbeat

Fucking SJS (Stevens Johnsons Syndrome) and TEN (Toxic Epidermal Necrolysis) is on BASICALLY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE

SJS starts off as a rash. If there's no reason determined, it's this. Fucking stop the meds.

TEN is similar. Both can lead to Sepsis, and death.

Bad lime.

Listen ODing on these is NOT hard if you don't know SHIT about it-- and the withdrawal can be awful too

Giving a whumpee a 'way out' but it's just enough to give them awful side effects??

Best Soup.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Benadryl can be useful, as can tapering the dose over time (ofc the whumper prolly won't do either).

𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 / 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘴

Holy shit dude these are a bad time-- a VERY bad time-- if you don't need them.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜:

Typical antipsychotics (older, much worse side effects)

Atypical Antipsychotics (Newer, less side effects)

Anticonvulsants

���𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜/𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜

Things used as mood stabilizers (Such as Risperdal, Haldol, Zyprexa, Seroquel) can cause mania if used in those w/o manic disorders.

Mania is a TRIP.

#god mode

nothing can hurt me

fucking try me bitch

I'll end you

Energy energy energy

You can't stop me

Anygay

It can also cause MASSIVE depression spikes.

Something tells me a lot of you know how to do that bit

Psychosis can occur!

whoops you get to see, hear, smell, feel, and taste things that don't exist!

Pseudoparkinsonian side effects are common-- super shaky, your gait (walking) is fucked (more of a shuffle than step).

Tardive Dyskinesia is BAD. No control of facial movements, drooling, many facial tics.

Hallucinations :D

Neuroleptic Malignant Syndrome.

This one is DEADLY.

Shows as muscle stiffness, fever, and delirium, fucked mental and autonomic functions.

Anxiety, yeeted periods, blurred vision, fluid retention (heehoo swelling), diabetes, dry mouth, hypersomnia / insomnia, loss of appetite / thirst, possibly even death

oops ur ded now

I highly recommend you research this, drugs.com is a good resource

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

fluid and nutrition (uh whumper says no)

muscle relaxants (which can lead to MORE whump-- just different kind)

antiparkinsonian drugs (to reverse the bad!)

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘤

Did u kno too much Tylenol (acetaminophen) can kill u?? It's a common ODed med-- if not then holy shit ur liver is FUCKED

Oops too much cough syrup leads to codeine OD-- I'm not making this shit up

Alcohol is a given but I wasn't sure where else to put it-- fuck yeah nonexistent cognition and impaired decision making!

Street drugs are dangerous. These can be laced with things such as Ketamine, Fentanyl, and god knows what else. (Whumper just gets their shit wherever they can).

You can get high off of Epsom salts.

That's right, I said it

If they give you ANY of these, along with herbal substances, it can make the effects much worse.

Don't fuckin use St. John's Wort for ANYTHING or WITH anything.

There are SO many more! If you have any requests or ideas, let me know!

I can also help when it comes to care for wounds, certain disease processes, or anything similar!

Use these as you will.. WITH WRITING. NOT IN PERSON. PLEASE.

I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL EAT YOU.

-Sage <3

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

Hey, it's me, the "how to get a work order" person. I've seen some weird, somewhat predatory questions from job interviews circling around the Internet, and as someone who 1) is self-employed but trying to get a job (shameless plug for commissions-- link on my page), and 2) has made it a personal hobby to figure out how to win at society because Autism Is A Nightmare Sometimes, I feel like I'm decently qualified enough to help you all out.

Also, note: I know a good number of people on this site are older than me. While I would love to present myself as a good source of advice, I'm also barely an adult and have no idea what I'm doing. Maybe if this site is still alive in five or ten years, I'll be able to look back and ask myself what I was thinking. So, future Kit, if you find this post, you were inspired to make it from a YouTube Shorts reading of a Tumblr post that you can't even find.

The question that prompted this was "what's your favorite drink?" The Tumblrite didn't get the job because they answered "water". And the comments section was rather helpful and, not only clarified the question, but presented quite a few other questions that may come up.

You see, "what's your favorite drink" assumes that the answer is an alcoholic beverage. This is problematic for a number of reasons:

It assumes you're over the legal drinking age (which, yeah, if you're interviewing for an office job, you probably are, but hey, I have to deal with internships soon and you better fucking bet that I will answer that with the most office-appropriate version of "i'm underage, bitch" because unless you want my favorite mixture of soft drinks, which I will happily give to you for twenty bucks an hour and partial custody rights to any underage child of Elon Musk, I will consider that question kind of an insult and a compliment rolled into one.)

It screens for alcoholism/a history of addiction. This is, by itself, illegal. It also screens for "do you have any preexisting conditions that prevent you from drinking alcohol?" Which, yeah, I do. I would have to go off all my psych meds for a few days just to safely drink, and honestly, knowing me at my worst, it's just better for me to stay on my meds. And I got cancer once. I'm not upping my risk for it to taunt me a second time.

It's religious discrimination. Because some religions don't let you drink alcohol. And that is also illegal. Hell, I would say it's unconstitutional.

Other problematic questions include:

What's your favorite color? (Apparently color psychology plays into this-- see the color theory meme if you haven't already).

If you were a _____, which one would you be? (Frankly, as a neurodivergent person, this is just a giant red flag.)

Relationship status. (This is illegal. But also, like, if they ask this, just walk out. If they assume you're straight and you're not, correct them and then decide if you want to walk out, accuse them of being homophobic and walk out, accuse them of being homophobic and then walk out while playing Chappell Roan, or stay in the interview and just troll them.)

Anything related to disabilities. Don't walk out. Ambulate out of there as fast as you can.

Honestly, reblog yours.

So, what do you do?

You honestly should just leave the interview. Unless, of course, you don't have any other options.

If you don't have any other options, here's a few things you can do:

Learn what the hiring laws are in your area are. Some things can't be asked in a job interview.

Ask, "How will me answering this question help you determine whether or not I will be a good fit at this company?" They'll probably either be taken aback a bit and try and get you to answer. Don't yield until they give you a straight answer. If they're trying to dance around a legal issue, call them out.

If you suspect something is up, lie. And then ask why they asked that question.

If you can't lie to save your life, or because you really don't want to because it is a disgrace to you, your family, and your cow, then over-explain your answer. For the drink one, say what it is, and then add "because I don't like the taste of alcohol." Don't bring medical stuff into the mix unless you have to. Hate to be that person, but sometimes.

Troll them if you have any feeling that the interview isn't going to work out. Because, if the ship is already going down, what's the harm in sinking it faster?

also, hey! you made it to the end! here's my recipe for the ultimate Soda Fountain Citrus Mocktail:

1/2 glass of your favorite citrus-flavored soda 1/4 glass of lemonade 1/4 glass other fruit juice, if available (you can keep using lemonade if you want-- DO NOT SUBSTITUTE GATORADE BECAUSE IT DOESN'T TASTE GOOD) (haven't tried it with iced tea, but maybe I will after this).

Fill your glass with ice. Follow the ratios. Serve.

If you're fancy, you can probably make this in a cocktail shaker and serve on the rocks. I'd also like to maybe try this in slushy form one day.

I don't have any Coke/Pepsi recipes. I'm probably going to make some whiskey cocktail recipes where I substitute those in for said whiskey and tell you how it works out.

[metaltea]

just vent stuff

Welp went on and withdrew from my classes cause there was absolutely no way I was gonna be able to catch up after all this. Literally been in a foggy haze all week, though I prefer that over the anxiety, which hasn't been as bad recently since it's been cool, but it's supposed to go up again in a few days woooooo

I made a new application for ebt but haven't heard back about that yet ofc since it was on friday but man. I've just had this dread looming over me, wondering if soon I'm not gonna be able to feed myself. If the agoraphobia doesn't get better soon I won't be able to go to a food pantry either.

It feels like everything is done for. I'll never become a therapist. I'll never finish college. I guess that's for the best since the alternative is to be crippled by student debt I'll never pay off but still... it hurts. I've been trying to get a fucking associates degree for like 6 years

I guess I should've known to give up sooner, maybe I could've looked into a trade or something. Not like there are any I can do from home, at least as far as I know

Feels like I've taken a thousand steps back with my mental health. And life in general. What am I even here for??

So yeah I've just been eating and sleeping, and eating and sleeping, distracting myself in between but it just goes on and on and on

Not really much else I can do. We're all gonna die soon anyways. Earth is fucked. The climate is fucked. The government is fucked. Affordable housing? Non-existent. Jobs? Hardly any hiring, especially not for someone with 0 work experience. Wars? Everywhere

I'm also having the thought that if I am able to get on disability, I'll be looked down on. Because I don't "look" disabled, and you know how many people treat the disabled badly just for not contributing to capitalism. Your worth is based on how much money you make, how much labor you're able to give...

I wish assisted suicide was a thing. Why should people be forced to live and suffer? Does it make the government feel better to quietly kill people off, by rendering them homeless, taking away access to food and water and meds?? I know all I have to look forward to is a life of poverty and more and more suffering as things in the US get worse and worse. Just put a gun to my head and shoot.

Ha, a funny thought. I was watching a show with my parents a while back and there was a firing squad. Dad said the reason they had so many people shoot at the same time was that only one or two was loaded with a real bullet and nobody knew which it was, so nobody would feel like a murderer. Nothing's changed, huh?

[royal-phoenix]

You look like the sort of person to make liking Elon Musk a personality because you haven't got one yourself. Were you dropped on your head as a baby? Were you left alone in front of the television for too long? Did your parents teach you that hating people would stop you thinking about how worthless your life is? These are all genuine questions I need to ask you. Do you honestly think that ignoring any kind and rational thought that couldn't entered your brain is going to stop you from hating yourself. Go get a therapist, please. Maybe get off social media for a while, it's obviously not doing you a world of good. Now don't even try and think up some sort of clever way to tell me that I'm an ignorant fool, we all know who you're really talking to. I mean, I can practically smell your insecurities from here. Do you wish you were born a different gender? Do you wish you could tell people who you loved/don't love? Because you kinda have made hating lgbtq+ you're whole thing at this point... I mean well done, you're so original... but anyway we all know everything we do is projecting on other people (don't understand? That's ok sweetie, didn't expect you too. Basically it means you hate yourself so much that instead of making that your internet personality, you try and pick apart the people who show similar traits to you.)

Or maybe I haven't got this quite right. Is it perhaps the classic: I know nothing about this and that makes me very frightened so I'm going to make their lives a misery...

Does that sound right?

Look I don't know about you, but having tantrums and calling people horrible words aren't going to win you anything.. didn't anyone ever tell you, you can't have everything. But then maybe that's why you're like this. Maybe you never got anything and get mad when incredibly beautiful, vulnerable groups, who have been incredibly brave, take a stand and are proud of themselves for once.

Now, I'm just making assumptions but you definitely don't sound mentally stable.. I would ask if you wanted to talk but I don't want to hear you whinging anymore than I've had to.

I hope you realise how silly you look.. how old are you? A greasy 30-40 year old man whose unemployed? A 13 year old boy with daddy issues? A 50 year old woman with karen energy and religious trauma? I mean how idiotic can we get.

To talk about cis the "slur", I mean I'm not going to take someone who calls people revolting words, seriously. I mean god if you would stop dividing cis people and trans people then we could all just be people 😭

Your. Logic. Isn't. Logic.

I mean happy pride month, I hope you have the day you deserve 😶

Don't even bother to reply, I don't want to see you pop up on my tumblr ever again just go kiss elon's ass or smth way less pg 🥰

HAHA HOW HILARIOUS YOU'VE COMPLETELY TAKEN AWAY THE ANONYMOUS THING BECAUSE YOU FEEL THE NEED TO STALK US. I mean god all you'll find on mine is some shit sketches and loads of batman reblogs 🤣 unlike you, I process my childhood trauma very differently.

Have a fucking day :)

And you sound like the sort of person who makes generalisations about people. Also, I have never seen such a long rant online - I think you need to seek mental help...as soon as you stop foaming at the mouth and pick your toys up. But thanks for making me laugh this morning - you sound so crazy and unhinged it made me chuckle thinking about you furiously typing your words whilst on the verge of a breakdown. Brilliant. Haha

You have literally just thrown a tantrum. Therefore you have no right to tell anyone else what to do. My advice: grow up, realise you are not special and don't forget to take those meds! Now off you run, mong child..

[crossstitchbossbitch-blog]

For someone living in England, snow is relatively rare. It is a weird feeling to experience precipitation that isn't rain. I was late for work by 90 mins today.

Later on, I got a shitty "we need to talk" meeting at work concerning something I did last week and it has taken me a few hours to process it. Now I feel bad for fucking up, jumping the gun, overstepping boundaries and unintentionally making things unmanageable for other people.

I was stressed and busy and responded to an email saying yes I might be able to change an aspect of operations to make that person's workload lighter... without really considering the impact it might have on other people or the context of why the person was asking me, and not my line manager or the person dealing directly with that area. My main concern was not forgetting to reply because I was busy so I sent back an exhaustive reply with lots of options and ideas, but also said I would need opinions and a final "say-so" from the main staff involved.

It has just made things harder for the main people involved and caused anxiety for other staff.

I hate that I was oblivious to these consequences and really hope I haven't come off as an asshole who doesn't give a shit about other people. But I am trying to not be shit. Trying super fucking hard.

I just can't quite catch how or why I do things wrong, especially in a professional sense. I did a humanities degree and had most of my working experience in hospitality before i moved into office jobs, and I definitely struggle more in office jobs than in reactive / active / busy customer service and waitressing roles.

I don't know if I am autistic. I got an adhd diagnosis about 14 months ago and I have stimulant medication for that. I am always late but never say no to more commitments and sort of balance it all like a game of buckaroo, until it inevitably comes crashing down.

I can't believe some people my age have proper jobs where they save lives or are super successful and make loads of money, or have kids and keep them alive and well. I just about manage with a dog.

I want to ask for help to "fix" this sort of thing, but I do therapy and I have meds and try to be nice to myself. Not sure what else I can do to not be shit. Yes this is all internalised ablism but I can't fix that immediately. Fucking great.

[transaccordionist]

I struggled with eating issues at 14-15

When I tried to get help i wasn't taken seriously by the therapist I went to

I only ate one meal a day and only to hide my issues from my mom

I constantly tried throwing up my food (but couldn't do it because i didn't know how to)

I managed to put my eating behind me though still struggled with thoughts of not wanting to eat and that it would be the easiest way for me to lose weight

In November my mental health was so low that my eating issues came back:

I didn't eat for days at the time

When I did eat it was either one meal a day or only 100-500 calories a day

When I eat it's only because I feel obligated to do so for the people that worry about me

And I constantly feel a need to throw up whatever i eat

In less than a month i lost 10 kg and was getting very bad physically

My therapist i go to for adhd meds said she'd send me to someone who specializes in eating disorders

Been a month since I last heard about it

I tried mailing an eating disorder organisation only to be told they'd email me when they had an available appointment

Haven't heard from them in half a month

I can barely walk, get up, and just exist without being nauseous, dizzy and feel like I'm about to pass out

I can't get an exemption from gym regardless

Why the fuck does it have to be so hard to get help?!

I am doing everything I'm supposed to and trying to get help when I don't even fucking want it but I just get hit with wave after wave of bad luck!

To quote my old therapist "you're one of the unluckiest people I've met"

[sapphicautistic]

My incisions are all across like my lower belly around my belly button and I'd expected some to be up like near or on my ribs so I had an inaccurate picture about which muscles I'd need to avoid using too much for awhile.

But I'm finding the advice I solicited on my big blog (about which of my mobility aids will strain my incision sites) is still really helpful. My rollator has been invaluable esp since walking at all seems to strain my incision sites but I need to do it for circulation etc reasons.

Walking with the rollator actually feels like it's straining the sites less than when I tried walking with the cane? And esp compared to the few steps I've taken unassisted. Not sure why that would be so though.

I think I could self propel my clunker wheelchair on hard floors rn but I don't have to go far rn fortunately so the walker is sufficient atm and moving my torso at all while sitting is very painful/feels like it's pulling on things so I'm glad I have the option of not using it!

I haven't fallen down once since surgery!! (close call at the hospital but I landed on the bed and wasn't injured so it doesn't count) which my gf has been very concerned about cuz I am a fall risk in general, and I'm high as balls on the pain meds so even clumsier and a fall now could reopen my incisions.

I had to eat soup and take meds after my gf's p usual bedtime last night and she got out of bed and heated up my soup and hung out with me while I ate it 😭 she was worried I'd hurt myself, she's been really sweet taking care of me!!

I do think she was right and I maybe overdid it yesterday walking around (w rollator) in an attempt to improve circulation/ work out the air they blew into me to have more working space around my organs. Bedtime last night was kind of brutal on the same dose that felt like overkill earlier in the day.

I had actually emailed my doc to see if I could take half a pill instead of the 1-2 pills prescribed, like if it's safe to cut these in half, bc in the afternoon I was just super high on one and my pain was totally ignorable when not moving. But yeah at bedtime I seriously debated taking a second one cuz my pain was not controlled.

It eventually calmed down enough that I got to sleep though and managed to avoid taking more and even skipped a dose in the night cuz I fell asleep 20 minutes before I could've taken it and wasn't aware of any pain so that ended up being ok.

But this morning I woke up way too early just to pee and after getting up and moving the pain was awful so I took another dose in hopes I'd go back to sleep.

I'd been hoping to wait till my normal breakfast time but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯maybe tomorrow it'll work! Or the next day lol

I think my schedule is gonna be kinda fucked up for awhile!

[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

... you know, I really *haven't* given you guys snippets recently so like- Rapid fire, 2-3 paragraphs off every single open doc I have right now Kidnapper Phayu:

Rain wants to deny him the pleasure of freaking out. He really, really does. He wants to be calm, cool, collected.

Unfortunately for Rain, even without several shots in him, he's never been the best at keeping his mouth shut. "What the <i>fuck</i> is that?"

"Language, Nong," the asshole says, like Rain owes him <i>shit</i>, like Rain's being unreasonable being upset. "And it's a Glock."

Alt Chapter 7:

"Nong-" 

Gone was the irritated tone that Phayu had taken with him earlier, replaced but something that sounded a lot like exasperation with a twinge of something that Rain couldn't quite place. Maybe fondness? But that didn't seem quite right either.

Rain shifted from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do as Phayu picked up his phone from the floor, tapping away something . Which was- okay, he guessed. He'd really prefer it if Phayu talked to him, but maybe that was why the energy had shifted? Maybe one of Phayu's friends had reached out to him? Or something serious had happened at work? Except, it was late, hopefully Phayu wasn't receiving work emails at this hour.

From his own pocket, Rain's phone buzzed. 

Fuck or Die:

Phayu's heart is pounding in his ears as he races through the compound, relying on muscle memory to get to the place he knows that Pakin deals with 'guests'. Fuck- 

He can't be late, he can't-

There's two guards by the doors but they're too startled by who it is running through to try and stop him from tearing open the doors. Single Dad Phayu:

Sky raises an eyebrow, though Rain refuses to read into his expression further. "Yes, I can see how much P'Phayu has been annoying you."

"He is annoying! He's as annoying as he is handsome-" Wait, no- that's not the right way to say that- "You don't know what he's actually like, Sky. You only know the polished version he presents on campus. He corrected my posture the other day! My posture! Like that's any of his business. And he throws away my energy drinks if I bring them into his house. Doesn't even say anything about it, just picks them up and drops them in the trash."

Disrespect The Car:

The first time it happens, Rain thinks nothing of it. They're making out in the car when Phayu suddenly buckles him in and tells him to be a Good Boy until they get home, and well, it's hot being bossed around like that. Especially by someone like Phayu.

The second time it happens, Rain pouts. Phayu's hands had started sliding under his shirt and then suddenly there'd been nothing but the warm humid Bangkok air between them. Rain had keened, hips thrusting into nothingness but his boyfriend had merely teased him about what a desperate wifey he was. Sick Fic:

"Nong, I really don't think this is the time for one of your roleplaying fantasies," Phayu murmurs, brushing a sweaty lock away from Rain's face. Despite the dismissal, his tone is soft and kind.

"Best time," Rain tries. He's barely lifted his head off the pillow for what feels like hours, but he goes through the effort of pushing himself up on his elbows so that he can look at his hubby more seriously. "Please? For your wifey? Your poor, sick wifey?"

"Will it make you stop complaining every time you need to take meds?" Rain considers the question for a second before nodding. Phayu gives him a fond smile. "Then lay back and let Dr. Phayu take care of you."

Snow-Cest: (aka the server exclusive version of Snow where Snow and Rain and Phayu are all a thing.)

"Promise?" Snow's voice is small, so unlike his usual bluster.

"Promise," Phayu echoes. "Daddy's got you. But first, I need my spoiled little prince to pack a bag."

There's an entire drawer at his place that is filled with Rain's clothes, but none of Snow's and maybe, maybe that's part of the problem.