#it's like doctor's prescription tho

[peachcitt]

cracking open a new box of contacts is like cracking open a cold one with the boys except the cold one is the box and the boys are my eyes

[guinevereslancelot]

eye doctor was trying not to scare me today bc i have a sight threatening condition 🥲 it's probably treatable but i need to go to a specialist

[h0ney8ee]

i stepped on my glasses and now theyre all crooked and loose :(

[nicepersondisorder]

i got t (androgel) 🥳🥳🥳

now i just need to grow enough balls and try to find an endocrinologist who would work with a guy who does hrt without prescription

[forcebookish]

lol dramas do NOT get neurology... dizziness and vomiting CAN be normal symptoms of migraines if they're severe enough, you don't NEED a tumor...

[mistyorchid]

Meet-Cute

Old Man!Logan x fem! reader

summary: Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge. Ch. 2 Ch. 3 warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, smut, age gap, reader is 21+, fingering, riding, size difference, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, sweet/good girl, sweetheart), unprotected p in v, light slapping, oral (male!receiving), creampie, car sex (nobody's around tho), logan's slutty glasses. wc: 3k

Hinge. The app designed to be deleted. You smiled as you pushed the cart, daydreaming about chucking your phone into the nearest lake. The few matches that you received often ghosted you after a week, afraid of committing to a real date.

So here you were, aimlessly strolling through a grocery store. Desperately begging the universe for a real man.

You spent an embarrassingly long time curating the perfect outfit to attract a guy worth your time. Casual enough for a quick errand, but still chic. I want to be with someone who admires my confidence. They shouldn't reprimand me for expressing myself.

That's how the feminist part of your brain explained your attire. The other touch-starved half, however, wanted to wear the shortest skirt you owned just to feel men stare holes through it.

You turned into the bakery aisle and pretended to evaluate the nutritional contents of a massive chocolate cake. Maybe this could be plan B, if tonight's endeavor was hopeless.

The comforting hum of fluorescent lights softened the sterile environment around you. Memories of simpler times floated in your mind. Handmade school lunches. Gentle kisses placed on your knee after a bad fall. You closed your eyes, lulled by the promises of love you were granted as a child. Now an adult, you yearned for a partner that could nurture you in a romantic way.

Logan overheard a bag of produce spill onto the floor as he picked up a shopping basket. The cashier dropped it when he saw Logan's blood-stained dress shirt.

Mumbling a string of profanity, he decided to release some steam. "Show's over!" he snapped, flippantly tossing his right arm behind him.

Ignoring the shocked gasps of the other shoppers, Logan sulked further into the store in search of something to soothe his palate.

His doctor tentatively ordered him to "lay off the booze," a suggestion that left three deep puncture wounds in the drywall of his office. Alcohol numbed the emotional and physical pain that plagued him, but it also further delayed his healing powers.

Logan's skeleton was withering away, and all he wanted was a fucking sweet treat.

Your body braced for impact as your chest made contact with a shopper haphazardly turning into the aisle. After dropping the cake onto the pristine white tile, you closed your eyes again, salvaging the moment of peace that was stolen from you.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole." You reluctantly opened your eyes and were met with the solid torso of a man.

Slowly raking your gaze up his body, you raised your eyebrows at the sight of his bloody shirt before meeting his narrowed eyes.

Crows feet radiating from the corners. Prescription glasses. He appeared much older than you expected from your brief contact with his chest.

You silently cursed your luck. This meet-cute plan was steadily evolving into a meet-angry situation.

"Not smart to close your eyes in public," he huffed, staring pointedly at the fallen cake. It was hard not to notice your mini skirt. He hasn't seen a skirt that short since the 60s.

Although you had pulled away from him, the man's eyes lingered on your chest. The playful baby-doll top hugged your cleavage in all the right places. Your glossy lips donned a similar shade of pink. He quickly resumed eye contact, feeling like a dirty old man for imagining them wrapped around his cock.

She's too young, you sick fuck. Logan's internal monologue worked overtime to maintain a shred of decency.

Your face turned away from him at the impending embarrassment you were about to put yourself through. Smirking, you shyly retorted, "Not smart to stare at a girl's tits in public." You gently pushed up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

Closing the gap between your chests, you tip-toed to reach his ear before whispering, "It's okay . . . I want you to."

The answer to Logan's suffering was sweeter than any slice of cake he could have indulged in. A pretty little thing was actually flirting with him, a cynical ex-soldier worn by the unforgiving rings of time.

Logan's hands found the back of your elbows and slowly pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his belt buckle catch on the flimsy fabric of your top.

"Careful, doll," he grunted, leaning down to meet the side of your face. "I'm old enough to be your father."

You defiantly peered up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, and . . .?"

The man slowly distanced himself from you, gently tugging the hem of your top down to its original state.

Okay, definitely not the best response to seduce an older man. You chewed the inside of your cheek, stunned by your juvenile comeback.

"I'm sorry, kid. Forget I said anything," he muttered before turning into another aisle. He mentally kicked himself for letting the interaction go that far. Although his aching body and mind yearned for some relief, he wouldn't take advantage of some young girl.

He hurriedly stomped past the cashiers, swiping a few cigars from a distracted employee's station.

After the initial shock wore off, you quickly followed the older man to the parking lot. Totally not stalker-ish at all, right?

You wanted to take care of him. His reluctance to return your lust-sick gaze should have deterred you, but it only made you more desperate.

You watched as his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. The chipper click of the limo doors unlocking motivated you to get his attention.

"Hey! Can we talk?" You yelled, raising an outstretched palm to stop him from getting inside the car.

Logan froze at the sound of your voice. He contemplated being responsible, slamming his door and driving off without a second glance.

The gentle pressure of your hand wrapping around his wrist made him think extremely irresponsible thoughts.

Turning around to meet your gaze, the older man swiftly opened the passenger door. "Get in. Now," he growled.

Words betrayed you. All you responded with was a surprised squeak as he used your grip on his wrist to push you further into the vehicle.

His eyes widened as you briefly parted your thighs to get settled in the lush leather seat. The sinfully short hem of your skirt bunched up, revealing your underwear.

Logan whipped his head to the front of the limo, avoiding the sight of your body. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid how you felt against his. You sat at an angle towards him, knees pressing against his thigh. His body tensed as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why were you following me, huh?" he asked, finally meeting your eyes. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I need answers." He couldn't believe that a young woman like you would be interested in him.

"Yeah, you're old enough to be my father, maybe older-" you paused to move your left hand onto his thigh. "-but I'm done playing with boys." You shyly turned your head before continuing, "Need a real man."

Logan was done holding back. Now, it all made sense. Your lack of direction in the store, the low cut of your outfit that was way too sexy for a late night grocery run. We're both adults, he reasoned. She wants this.

He gingerly cradled your jaw with his large hand, turning your head towards his. "You sure about this, sweetheart?

You covered his hand with your own, bringing your lips to his in a spontaneous kiss. "I-I need to hear you," he stuttered.

"Shut up and fuck me, . . . " you sighed, pausing to ask for his name.

"Logan . . . call me Logan, doll." His left hand snaked around your waist, bunching the delicate material and exposing your breasts.

As you leaned into his palm, he fished the limo keys out of his pocket and clicked twice, locking the doors. He fondled the underside of your tits before rolling the sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You were grateful for the tinted windows that shielded your embarrassing moans from the public.

"Already whining for me, hm? So fuckin' needy," he hummed, pushing up your top even further. You crossed your arms to undress, but Logan swatted them away, explaining, "It's cute. Wanna see your tits bounce for me, baby."

He gripped your ass with both hands and effortlessly swung you onto the broad expanse of his lap.

Your back arched as his rough palm cupped your pussy, thumb languidly tracing your sensitive bud through the cotton.

"But this . . . has to go," he drawled, tugging the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a faint snap.

It was too much. You were splayed over the lap of a stranger, hips wantonly rocking yourself over his prominent bulge and mewling as your sensitive clit caught on the rough fabric of his slacks.

He stilled your movements with his hands, lovingly kneading the flesh of your hips. "You okay with this?" he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "Yeah, Logan . . . more than okay. Need you."

You loved that he was confident enough to take what he wanted but also gracious enough to check in, unlike the boys you were used to fucking around with.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your skirt and panties, skillfully pushing your legs against your chest as he pulled them off. He decided against slicing them off with his claws, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck. You're so pretty. My sweet, sweet girl . . ." he cooed. You whined as your aching cunt was finally exposed to Logan's hungry gaze and the chill night air. He groaned as you resumed desecrating his lap with your juices.

Your breath hitched as Logan traced two fingers along your bottom lip. You granted him access, playfully darting your tongue around his digits.

After his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he used your saliva to gently trace your hole, noticing the faint flutter of your walls.

"Need me to fill you up, hm? Poor baby's clenching around nothing. Let me fix that . . ." Logan's palm brushed against your clit as his fingers plunged into you, setting a steady pace.

You were incredibly wet, but he needed to prep you for his thick cock. He drooled, collecting a heavy wad of spit onto his tongue before letting it fall onto your pussy.

"Ah-ah!" You exclaimed, surprised by the contact. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing at the lewd feeling of his spit mixing with your wetness.

He used his other hand to slap repeatedly against your puffy folds, mesmerized by how vulnerable you were being for him.

"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered, curling his fingers as they met your cervix. You covered your mouth, desperately trying to maintain some modesty. Logan withdrew his left hand to pry away your arm and swallow your moans, sloppily slotting his lips into yours.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt your cunt spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his tight slacks.

"Oh, fuck! Logan . . . " you mewled, biting his lower lip while he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

Your head fell into the inviting crook of his neck, nuzzling his graying beard. "Atta girl, come for me," he cooed.

Logan peered down at you, noticing wet droplets dampening his beard. You were silently crying, tears cascading down your puffy cheeks before landing on his face.

At first, he was alarmed. "Hey, hey, shhhh," he purred. "What's the matter, doll?"

His cock twitched when he realized you were smiling against his neck.

"Nothing's wrong, Logan . . . you make me feel so good, that's all."

He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel even better? Fill you up for real this time?"

You nodded dumbly, still basking in the haze of your release.

"Nuh-uh. Words." The simple command made you rut into his lap.

You shuddered while responding. "Wanna feel you inside me. Need your-" Logan bucked up into you. "-cock."

He slid his hands under your thighs, briefly pushing you forward so he could unbuckle his belt. Your small hands slinked toward his waist. "Let me do it," you pleaded, hastily sliding his belt through its loops and tossing it to the floor.

You pulled his cock out of his slacks, leaning down to press sweet little kisses to the head. Your thighs burned with the effort, but it was worth it to feel him momentarily lose control. Logan hissed sharply, "Good girl, fuck-" before guiding his thick cock into your heavenly mouth.

You licked a prominent vein that teased its way above his waistband. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You moaned onto his length, choking back tears as he suddenly thrust up into your eager throat.

The delicious weight of his cock on your tongue was short-lived. He cupped your face, forcing your mouth to slide past the tip with an obscene pop.

"Won't last long if you keep doing that, doll. Takes a lot less to get me riled up these days," he explained.

You nodded as you straightened yourself, using your knees to hover above his lap. He teasingly ran the flushed tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into your weeping pussy.

"Oh my god! fuck-" you cried, lowering your hips to embrace his full length. Your hands found stability on Logan's shoulders as you bounced on his cock.

Logan stared in awe at your tits. They were practically spilling out the sides of your cute top, jiggling with each movement of your hips.

As he admired your form, you drunk in the sight of his coarse salt and pepper beard. His wiry glasses barely held onto the slope of his strong nose due to your eager movements. You paid special attention to his crimson-stained shirt, wondering how he was enduring the wounds.

"You're hurt." You stated, pausing to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

Logan's hands grabbed a handful of your ass and slammed you down onto his lap, forcing you to continue taking his cock.

"Never said you could stop," he huffed. "It'll take time, but I'm healing."

You gasped as your clit hitched on the bunched fabric of his slacks, frantically shrugging off his shirt in the process. A devastating moan ripped from Logan's throat as you peppered kisses on his wounds. The coppery taste of his blood was oddly soothing, reminding you that the man buried in your cunt was real and not just a figment of your lust-fueled imagination.

Logan loved how dazed you looked, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, your pupils dilated and glossy. His cock twitched every time your soft tits brushed against his face. You whined as the steady rhythm of your hips faltered, hinting at your imminent release.

"Lean forward, baby. Let your old man take care of you," he sighed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to slump forward, arching your back and playfully wiggling your ass in the air.

You yelped as he slapped your ass with enough force to feel the sting radiate from his outstretched palm. "Such a fuckin' tease," he growled, filling you up in one thrust. He set a punishing pace that made you sob into his chest. The loud squelches of your release echoed throughout the limo, mirroring your high-pitched wines.

"Oh, my god! . . ." you mewled, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. Your breath hitched every time his hips met yours, balls slapping against the sensitive skin of your ass.

He fucked up into your cunt, relishing the fact that you'd probably never had a cock as big as his. Logan stared at where you were connected, hypnotized by the subtle drag of your folds along his rugged length.

"Don't know what I did to deserve a pretty girl like you." His teeth tugged on the delicate strap of your top, exposing your breasts. His mouth enveloped the bud, gently sucking and pulling as they hardened.

"Logan . . . can't take it anymore. I'm close." You clenched around him, earning another hard slap on your ass.

"You gonna come for me sweetheart, hm?" He somehow increased his pace, hips drilling into your sensitive cunt. "C'mon, come all over my cock. Such a sweet young thing, so eager to please . . . " he hummed into your ear.

"And just so we're clear, I am definitely older than your father." His filthy words made you arch even higher, stilling your hips mid-air and allowing Logan to fuck you through your release.

The sound of you faintly chanting his name as you came sent him over the edge. "You can take it," he encouraged as your pathetic whines intermingled with his unabashed groans. His hips drove home, bouncing you harshly against his tense thighs and spilling into you with a low growl.

You almost blacked out at the feeling of his cum spurting into your walls, reaching even further when Logan buried his cock to the hilt. You clenched around him, overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

"That's it, just relax . . . You look so pretty milking my cock," he praised, brushing stray hair away from your face.

You managed to sit upright and shakily moved to lift yourself off his cock, but Logan quickly steadied your hips. He's still hard, you realized, fascinated by his renewed vigor.

He panted, obviously just as spent as you were.

"So, uh, tomorrow, the Italian place on fifth street, 8 PM?"

You narrowed your eyes, incredibly confused at his choice of words after experiencing the best sex you've ever had.

"Our first date," he clarified. He kissed your cheek and you blushed at the contrast between the innocent action and the fact that his hard cock was still buried in your cunt. "After all, I'm a real man, right? And real men plan dates." He plastered on a cocky grin, repeating your earlier statements.

"Okay, old man. It's a date." You smiled, kissing his mouth with passion.

an: Ah!!! I had so much fun writing this. Old Man Logan, when will it be my turn >:[

[tkbrokkoli]

:3

[starlit-mansion]

i really hope i can get my hypothyroidism under control soon. i am..... tired but also i never get enough sleep

[vampiremourning]

i got to enjoy relatively clear skin for just under a year after going on isotretinoin & now fucking. i get the Joy of dealing with some other new skin condition on my face that just doesnt want to fuck off

[no-one-hears-me]

I wish I had good eyesight

[thatdiabolicalfeminist]

this shit is so fucking painful dude this was the copay for THREE medications. i take over a dozen different prescriptions!!

and just these three alone have cost like 5% of my way-below-the-poverty-line monthly income!! my insurance's catastrophic coverage phase can't kick in fast enough 😭

anyways i'm also over $100 in debt for groceries and if I pay that back I will only have about $50 left to last me the next two and a half weeks.

next week i have a doctor appointment that will cost about $40 to get to and from in ubers. i also still have more meds I need to buy this month. And, like, eat and buy shampoo.

sooooo i'm pretty stressed out about money rn!! 😅

if any financially secure adults wanna help a physically disabled person meet even one small need—

i have a food and necessities wishIist (that also includes visa and other cards (including uber!!) for stuff that isn’t available on amazon/is cheaper elsewhere) a walmart card to help w groceries would also make a huge difference!! they can be sent anonymously (or not) and start at $5. my email address is thatdiabolicalfeminist @ gmail.com if anyone wants to send an e card for Uber or walmart or anything else!! (no paypaI there tho please, that's an old paypaI account and i can't get into it to refund u!!)

I am so so sorry to have to ask when so many others are also in need and i've received so much kindness already in the past. i tried really hard not to have to do this :(

but the math is not mathing and any help at all would make a massive difference to my life! 🥺

[witchytakes]

Things I defend on trans healthcare

HRT should be given as early as puberty to trans women and transfeminine people, the male puberty does a lot of things that are hard and costly to revert, but HRT by itself is cheaper, and some are irreversible like the ribcage growth, height and at some level the hip being narrower Estrogen is less dangerous hormone as testosterone and if was in the correct dosage could alleviate many trans women situations Some things that happens in male puberty can only be reverted through surgery and this cause a lot of disphoria for trans women They should have a chance to transition as early as they want

For transmascs it's more delicate, but they could be given blockers with low dosage testosterone to block the effects of the female puberty, which is also another thing hard to revert if the person goes time enough, but Testosterone dosage shouldn't be high because that can affect the growth of the said person, but they also should have access to early transition

Doctors should be the ones holding HRT for trans patients, this should be at the hold of pharmacists, HRT should be given by them, the exams should be asked by the doctor, but the prescription and dosage should be in the pharmacist responsiblity

You shouldn't prove you're gender enough to transition, you should just go to the pharmacist, say you want HRT and pronto "what about someone make a mistake" better than the great majority being without treatment, it should be the person choice if they want to go on HRT

Being Trans is not a mental illness to have some kind of obligatory treatment from psychologists or psychiatrists, these shouldn't be included on trans living, these treatments should be considered for other issues, not because someone is trans

HRT shouldn't only be given to trans people, you're a cis woman and want to get T, fine go ahead, you're a cis man and want to get E, fine go ahead, the same goes for surgery, this shouldn't be limited to only trans people, if you regret then it's all your choice

Detransition healthcare should also be there, it's the same logic to transition but going back to once you were, people who really regret should have their treatment, without any gatekeeping tho, just go ahead and detransition

Healthcare should be universal with no costs, free for sugeries, free for HRT, free for therapists, free for everything, this shouldn't be a profit riden industry

[boringkate]

Hi Kate, this isn't a funny ask or even a horny one so I'll keep it short. I've been on the fence and having The Thoughts™️ about gender identity for a while now, but I've kept convincing myself it's in my head and/or I'm just identifying with every vague 'sign' like a horoscope

But I read your post about never innately *knowing*, just reaching the conclusion that you'd be happier/more fulfilled in life if you were a girl. And that idea that I don't have to know anything, I can just feel something and want to explore it has convinced me to go talk things over with a psych

I don't know if anything will come of it, but I did want to say thanks, because now the idea of addressing those thoughts and feelings doesn't make me feel delusional

That's poggers!

Just as a heads up: If it ever feels like they're wasting your time or discouraging you from pursuing things then that's them being transphobic.

I know that seeing a psych can be a path to (or even a requirement for) getting a prescription in some places, but don't let yourself end up just replacing thinking in circles with talking in circles.

If you wanna try HRT then you deserve to try HRT. Getting on it is ultimately how you'll learn if you like it.

Sorry if that was a buzzkill response lol. I'm just so untrusting of doctors etc. I really am proud of you tho!!! Congratulations!!! You're such a good girl!!!

[chansslvr]

tender care - lee minho x gn! reader

lee minho fanfiction

tender care

genre;fluff

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©_chansslvr do not copy, translate or change any of my work

minho would probably come back a few hours later because you didn't have the heart to tell him

as soon as he'd come back he'd notice the slight runny nose and cough you have, immediately getting up and rushing you to your bed

he'd know exactly what foods to cook for you (for example your favourite foods, comfort foods etc.)

after you'd eat, he'd take on the nurse role, rushing around the house/apartment looking for thermometers, medicine, paracetamol etc.

also leave like two water bottles by your bed side table, making you drink them and regularly refilling them all while smiling and with a soft touch

if you were feeling a bit better, he'd suggest a movie marathon, the list being packed with all of your favourites and a couple of his.

he'd also most likely pick up the responsibility of running errands and picking up any necessities

soft scoldings on you for getting sickk 😻😻

would literally sit next to you whether you liked it or not.

force you to tell remind him about how your feeling while he was at practise or at the studio

if you were seriously sick he’d actually be so concerned tho

running around, calling doctors getting prescriptions SHSHSHS

literally force feed you your medicine even if you didn’t like it

comfort you with kisses and cuddles afterwards

[weaverpop]

So... idk if this applies to Lionsword, but MK and Wukong canonically have ADHD.

Do you have any headcanons of anyone having any disabilities, mental or otherwise?

Fun fact about that! Nezha canonically can’t fly without his wheels! Everyone else can, even Jing to an extent, but Nezha can’t!

Azure is half blind in his right eye, and his arm has all sorts of nasty lighting like scars from the JE’s powers. Struggles with the pain some days, though it’s mostly better. He can’t feel his pinky or ring finger on that side tho.

Jing canonically suffers from Postpartum Depression (PPD) after having his last baby. But also, as a result from his nurising days, as well as taking care of so many kids, he develops arthritis! It’s very mild and mostly in the shoulders, he takes meds for it, but now he uses it as an excuse to not have to do things.

Muzha sometimes has seizures. A brick to the head while mortal, especially a GOLD one, will kinda fuck you up there. Thankfully he’s on meds to control them now.

Not really a disability, but Nezha sleep walks. He’s scared Jing many times this way.

Macaques right eye, unlike azure, is totally blind. He’s had to do many doctors appointments when Erlang found out bc he heard of a thing where the brain starts attacking the good eye and makes it go blind too. (True thing. Very scary)

Wukong has awful vision because of the Furnace and needs glasses. But something new they discover is… asthma. Apparently being isolated on a clean air mountain for so long opens you up to all sorts of shit in the post-industrial world. So yeah, inhaler! Also the adhd.

Tang also has asthma! He and Wukong are asthma buddies!

Mk has developed insomnia due to his persistent nightmares. Nezha being there helps, but they can’t always be together. Sandy has Mk referred to a doctor to get a prescription for meds that help him sleep. That, plus the aforementioned adhd.

Pif suffered from anorexia for the longest time. The unfair beauty standards her parents pushed on her, particularly the Queen mum, stuck with her for a long time. It wasn’t until she was told that it was the reason she kept having miscarriage after miscarriage did she force herself to get better. That’s how Redson was born.

One of Jings and azures kids is born deaf. I won’t say which one tho. :)

[writing-tics]

getting diagnosed with a tic disorder

I just wanted to try out talking about that experience. maybe someone will relate, or find it useful.

i don't really remember how my tics started. i have a tendency of not acknowledging my feelings and brushing things off. i have always been a little jumpy, so I just blamed my weird shrugs and other weird unwanted movements on being easily scared.

they got really bad after my 18th birthday. and soon i asked my parents to see a neurologist.

before that we had conversations about me seeing a specialist, but i didn't want to hear about it. i wanted to pretend that everything was normal.

i went to the neurologist privately. which means that i didn't have to wait too long for the visit but I had to pay for it. my school needed a confirmation that i do have that disorder for my final exams.

i was very stressed, but the doctor was super nice. i had prepared a whole document in which i described all my symptoms, with dates if i could remember them, what my tics feel like, what makes them worse, what makes them better, family history of tics, or similar conditions, etc.

she was really nice and understanding. i don't remember the specific questions that she asked, but something about what is distracting/difficult about them. stuff like that.

she asked me to close my eyes and touch my nose, or left ear, stuff like that. also she had a little stick (like the ones doctor use to look into someones throat) and she would lead it from my fingertips up to my shoulders. she also checked my knee jerk reaction.

over all it was more of a chat, than an actual physical test.

she gave me a prescription for a brain scan (magnetic resonance, which i couldn't do due to having braces, and we switched to an MRI with contrast) - nothing wrong with it, thank fuck. and she prescribed me medication. i fucking hated those meds. they were Awful.

I never got a diagnosis from her. She gave me meds, and reassurance that this is probably psychological, which was enough at the time. Even tho she was a really good neurologist, tics were not her speciality, so i tried another guy.

AND BOY O BOY

he was supposed to be the lead specialist on tic disorders in my country. and maybe he was.

i spend 4h traveling from my city to the capital, just so i could see him.

i knew that he would probably asked my father my childhood, so i was prepared that my dad would be present for a while during the visit. but no, the doctor ever asked him to go out of the room, after the conversation about my childhood ended (it was brief, i had no symptoms in childhood). the doctor would ask my dad about other stuff as well, stuff i could have easily have talked about myself.

and then he asked me about my self harm, and depression, and suicidal thoughts (with my father still present in the room). i answered truthfully, even tho I REALLY wanted to lie. i came out of that visit with my F95.9 diagnosis, and a bunch of other diagnosis like anxiety and stuff. and a prescription for anti-anxiety drugs that i never bought.

i am not sure if the F95.9 is my disorder, but it does fit my symptoms somewhat, so that's why i use it. it's definitely not TS, and at this point idc anymore. the guy saw me one time, and with my dad present, so the diagnosis is very questionable imo, but hey. whatever.