#med shaming

[irrealisms]

tired of medication positivity posts that assume everyone has a positive relationship with medication

here’s to people who don’t take medication that their doctors want them to take. here’s to people who get marked noncompliant. here’s to people who get sectioned or hospitalized bc they won’t take their meds. here’s to people who self-medicate w nonprescription drugs. here’s to the people in withdrawal. here’s to the people who would rather deal with their symptoms than medication side effects. here’s to the “treatment-resistant” people who have never found medication that helps at all. here’s to the people who are only on meds nonconsensually. here’s to people who refuse meds for “irrational” or “stupid” reasons. here’s to people for whom taking meds is a trauma trigger. here’s to people who are disabled from past medications. here’s to people who are constantly being pressured into taking meds they don’t want and having to defend their “no” over and over again

yes, lots of people need their meds. yes, meds can be important. but don’t forget us

fuck everyone who calls us anti-science or anti-recovery. who says we are hurting other ppl by talking about our choices. bodily autonomy includes the right to say NO. even to medical treatment.

[notmusa]

[acowardinmordor]

Wayne Munson never graduated high school. Neither did his piece of shit brother, but unlike Al, Wayne had the good sense to keep his nose out of trouble. That wasn’t to say he’d let something bad happen in front of him, but he didn’t grab a flashlight and go looking if he heard something strange in the trees.

He tried to teach Eddie any of that common sense, but his kid loved the idea of adventure too much for it to stick. Since there wasn’t any stopping the kid going looking, best Wayne could do was teach him how to handle himself.

Simple stuff like rewiring a lamp and how to patch and sew. More complex stuff like repairing his van and how to play the guitar. And since the kid always wanted fodder for those games he played, Wayne taught him bits and pieces that he learned in the war. Some first aid, basics of camping and getting yourself un-lost. Taught him the start of morse code, but the kid liked learning that elf language more.

Wayne knew there was something strange about Hawkins, and would have worried about Eddie snooping around it, but his eyes were on the highway, ready to get gone. Soon as the kid got his diploma, Wayne would hand him the money he’d been saving all these years, and he could stop worrying about Ed’s being too damn curious.

There was never a second where Wayne thought his nephew hurt that girl. Even if it had looked like something a human being could do, Eddie never would. And it certainly didn’t look like anything human. Wayne wasn’t one to go looking in the woods when he heard something. He spent his days trying to find his kid, and hoping that some grain of good sense had stuck, and Eddie wasn’t getting involved in it.

By the time that Henderson kid talked to him, Wayne had already thought it. Didn’t like it. Didn’t acknowledge it. But Wayne had had the thought. The earthquake wasn’t too bad, some feds had announced a copy cat killer and the not as dead as they thought chief of police cleared Eddie’s name.

Eddie would have shown back up by now.

So the kid handed over that guitar pick and told him a story, and Wayne couldn’t say it was a shock. Hearing that his boy was a hero wasn’t a shock either. Eddie always wanted to be the kind of person that protected others.

The feds brought Wayne some paperwork and an offer of compensation. They wanted the trailer, the whole damn thing. Wayne politely told them they could have it when he had the cash in hand. Compensation and restitution. He’d been lied to by the United States government before, and he wouldn’t trust them again.

They said it would take a few days. Wayne didn’t budge.

Now, Wayne knew what a broken heart could do. He knew that it wasn’t just romance and sweethearts that could break a man’s heart. He’d seen his buddies come back haunted, hearing whispers no one else could, jumping at shadows.

The first time the phone rang, Wayne reminded himself of those buddies, and that he was imagining what he wanted to hear.

The second time. Well.

Wayne knew that the Henderson kid was telling what he thought was truth, so he wasn’t going to go yell at him about it. He wasn’t going to go to the damn feds since they would hide his body before they gave him an answer. Henderson wasn’t the only name he heard on the phone though, and Wayne had not a single damn problem yelling at Richard Harrington’s kid. Eddie’s told some gossip the last few years, so maybe Steve wasn’t as much an asshole as his daddy, but that wasn’t going to matter.

Wayne wanted answers.

He didn’t expect the Harrington kid to listen, definitely didn’t expect him to grab a walkie talkie and a go-bag and a weapon as soon as Wayne finished speaking.

Wayne didn’t chase after the weird noises he heard coming from between the trees. Too much sense for that. He wasn’t the curious sort, needing an explanation for everything. Heartbreak did odd things to a man. He knew that lots of folk imagined a bit of hope when they were desperate. Wayne wasn’t one of those.

He was a simple, sensible man, kept his head down and lived his life. He didn’t go chasing adventures and mysteries. He wasn’t like his nephew in almost any measure or mark.

But for Eddie, he would do much stupider things than put aside his common sense.

[heardatmedschool]

“When you know the patient’s history, and also know enough physiopathology, you rarely ever get surprised by radiological findings.”

[illmoraineakoi]

What if the Pale King locked himself away in the Dream Realm to recreate what he did to the Hollow Knight? After the Vessel leaked and he realized that it most likely had capability enough to suffer, but far far too late to even hope to do anything to fix it. He was beyond the point of no return, there was nothing he could do to undo the Sealing. And even if he could, there were no other options that he could think of of what to do about the Blazing Light.

He had no choice but to keep the Vessel sealed. No choice but to watch his kingdom crumble. There was nothing he could do.

Nothing, but to seal himself away in a self-imposed punishment in the exact same way he imparted onto his only (known) living child.

A weak attempt to impose the same agony onto himself as he forced onto them.

And should the people of his kingdom stop worshiping him and forget he exists, dwindling his power and life to a pathetic end?

Well...

Perhaps that might've been for the best.

[yandere-sins]

You know, the really frustrating thing about regularly receiving requests with compliant darlings is that it makes me not want to write anything remotely close to it...

There are so many alternatives like drugged darlings, stockholm syndrom, compliancy out of fear, compliancy out of desperation, etc. All of those would be absolutely a-okay for me and I'd really like to write them again (because I know I did a lot of them in the past) but I had to put up the hard boundary of not writing compliant darlings because there was such an overwhelming surge for them, so now I'm stuck on defiant darlings because it's the safest choice to not fall into compliant darlings category and get called out for it (even if the ones I listed above are still far from "darling is okay with everything the yan does and is just happy to be with them").

Once again, the lesson is to just delete and move on from things, but this is your quaterly reminder to ✨ spice up ✨ your darlings. At least for my sake ;;

[the-acid-pear]

Y'know I really feel like Harry and Dave's relationship goes highly unexplored which is a shame because there IS quite a bit to explore, ESPECIALLY if you care about shipping. But as the game stands I mean, they must be aware of each other. Harry in fact definitely knows about Dave. I don't think he'd tell the fucking weird rotten bunny his terrible boss brought in IS the number one threat against Freddy's since day 1 but even so. Dave I don't think would see Harry as much more than A Phoney™ though, which is always more of an obstacle and way less of a person. Which is usually opposite of how Jack sees his often sole employee. Like, you get what I mean? It's almost similar to 2 with the main opposing routes being Peter and Dave except the stakes are arguably way lower now.

[altruistic-meme]

i am going to have to put a mantra of "any food is better than no food" in my head again aren't i

[mariposas8494]

I’m on meds, yes they have side effects…but I like myself on them better. So, please just remember that we’re all doing the best we can with the cards we were dealt. So if you or a loved one has to take meds for mental health care just support it. We’re all just doing our best everyday.����🏻

[goldkirk]

If anyone remembers all the dental work I needed done uhhhhhhh three years ago and never went back and ran away forever…I’m finally going back to a dentist on Thursday to restart the process and face my deep and utter abiding terror. And I also scheduled my COVID and flu vaccines for a couple hours later. And my psych appointment to restart meds.

I figured get it all done in one day, have my miserable immune reaction on Friday that I seem to always get with Moderna COVID shots, and then flee directly into the weekend and never be a person again except when I’m on and off crying. It’s going to be so kind to future me to get these things done and I can do it no matter how much I feel like I am constantly about to Actually Physically Die.

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Self care win! I’m finally going to get the blood test my doctor has been trying to make me do for 3+ years!

[quiet-admirer]

I'm going to be honest, I have this secret hope that in 5-10 years, medical researchers are going to be like "oh, uh, so... actually it turns out exercise is not a panacea or the way to prevent all known diseases, I guess we can add that to the list of every single other thing we have ever recommended to promote general wellness. The REAL thing that will fix you - we promise for real this time - is-" so I can feel vindicated about hating exercise and never doing it

[crypt1dzday0ff]

I saw @crispycreambacon reposting smth about not saying "Im gonna kill myself" and I wanted to oblige but I liked how to sentence sounded in my mouth like in an autistic way so I replaced kill with krill and I was doing pretty well until i forgot my meds one night. uhhh u should say this instead guys.

[spacecatdraws]

cone of shame

[villainsidechick]

Peter Cushing -- Madhouse (1974)

I just finished watching this gem. Man, I love this film. Yes, it's very predictable and more suspense than a 'horror' film. The best thing about it is Price and Cushing playing off each other. Two great actors and very different in their style.

Damn if this man wasn't devilishly handsome at 61. He's just so debonaire, smooth, shady as hell, and straight up sexy in this film.

The man was made for tailored suits.

Watching Peter's character (in the end) sit back and relish the moment is more of my fav scenes in Cushing's acting. I love it when he plays the baddie.

And one of my fav behind the scenes, is Vincent Price serving some serious cunt. I love this man.

While making 'Madhouse' in London, co-star Robert Quarry was singing in his dressing room as Price walked past. "I bet you didn't know I could sing, Vincent", said Quarry. "Well, I knew you couldn't fucking act" came the reply.

LOLLLLLL for days.

[care666bear]

funny how much work you can do on yourself & how far you think you’ve come until you meet that crossroads because truly, it is easy to stay sober when you don’t allow that shit around you.

Even funnier how easy it is to throw away all that work because of a silly little bottle of pills, addiction u lil bitch