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kiragecko · 10 months

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A few weeks ago, I flew to visit my grandma with my little brother and sister. My little brother had never been on a plane, and my sister only has once, almost a decade ago. It was an experience.

All three of us are in our 30s and neurodivergent¹. My little brother has Down’s Syndrome² and is probably autistic. He communicates mostly through echolalia³.

I suspected there might be challenges, so I tried to contact the airline before purchasing tickets. This did NOT work. The Westjet agents weren’t allowed to discuss anything with me until I had booked a flight. I was purchasing nonrefundable tickets. The website was quite clear that they could kick us from the plane if they couldn’t support our needs. And they wouldn’t tell me if they could support our needs!

I ended up calling around 8 times. Finally, after purchasing tickets and jumping through all the hoops, someone was willing to talk. They mostly said that everything was up to the people letting us on to the flight, but at least they talked to me!

My main concern was the pacing. My brother’s favourite activity is pacing in circles and repeating movie/song quotes to himself. Once we got on the plane things would be fine (we had movies for him to watch), but I was concerned that other passengers waiting to board would find this stressful. Like - that isn’t our problem, it’s their’s - but flying is hard! If there was a way for us to not add more stress, I wanted to find it!

The airline was zero help, so we did our best to prepare on our own. My uncle died the day before the trip, and that increased stress levels. My autistic sister was dealing with that, a sense of responsibility for my brother, and also anxiety about a mostly-new experience (flying).

And then the plane gets delayed.

By an hour, at first.

The airline said we should be there TWO HOURS early for domestic flights. Which is ridiculous. TWO HOURS??? Especially since everything before security can now be done online? But we obediently turn up two hours before the new flight time, and are immediately directed to the priority security line. Which is good. Even the short line is boring for my brother, and I can’t let him pace in the few open spaces. But ten minutes later we’re at our gate, ready to leave.

Now we just have to wait for an hour and fifty minutes!

We had hoped my brother would want to watch his first movie. But he's riled up from lines and crowds and gets right to pacing. A few people have to slow down as they pass, but he’s not hurting anyone, so I let him be.

I’m more worried about my sister, now. She lives with the aunt that found my uncle. She hasn’t slept in days, worrying about the trip. She isn’t handling the noise and crowds. So I keep an eye on my brother (at least 50% to make sure he doesn’t take some of the chocolate he keeps eyeing when he passes the gift shop), occasionally ask if he wants to watch a movie, and watch my sister slowly descend into a panic attack. Not fun. Eventually I send her to the bathroom, hoping that it will be quieter and she can calm down.

BUT! Events have happened during this time! The plane has been delayed another 15 minutes! It is explained that they have had to replace the plane with one they haven’t yet finished retrofitting. This new plane doesn’t have as much overhead baggage space. They need at least 15 pieces of carry-on luggage to be checked. If the passangers aren’t willing to do this, there will be large delays once loading starts, as people are FORCED to check their luggage. Also, there’s no first class on the new plane. Or charging ports. Or meals. Or in-flight entertainment. First class passengers can request some money back. And if anyone misses their connecting flight due to the delays, tickets to their new flights will be provided upon landing.

People start to get tired and stressed. The intercom keeps threatening them. Now it’s 30 bags that need to be checked. Delays will be even longer if this doesn’t happen!

At this point, security shows up. They ask if anyone will take responsibility for the pacing guy. I do. They show visible discomfort with the situation, and his disability. Can I make him stop pacing? I can try, but probably not. Please do that, it is bothering the other passengers. Oh? Really?? Who could have guessed that?!

My brother is NOT willing to sit down. We stand in the concourse, while I talk to him about sitting down and he makes annoyed sounds at me. I’m not about to force him. I don’t want us to get kicked out of the airport, but can they do that for something as minor as acting weird in public? Mostly, I’m worried about all our electronics, which I abandoned in the open when security showed up. I’m not sure if security will try something with my brother if I leave him to pace while I clean things up.

And now, the hero shows up. The head of security has been called, and he comes over and asks me if there’s anything my brother needs. No, there isn’t, he’s quite happy to pace. It’s everyone else that is being bothered.

“I don’t care about them. He has just as much right to this space as they do. I just want to make sure you guys have everything you need. Would he like a sensory package?”

He wouldn’t like a sensory package, but this guy’s offer of the chapel as a quiet space IS interesting. Mostly because my sister is off in sensory shut-down somewhere, and needs a quiet space. But also because I could relax a little nobody would be watching us, and I could relax if my brother had an enclosed room to pace in. (No chocolates!)

As I’m agreeing to this, my sister returns. Head of Security respectfully tries to explain the situation to her. I look at her hunched body language and tell him to just talk to me. Then I send her to pack up our stuff. He wants to Include Her. She really, really does not want to be included.

He also wants to Include my brother. It’s kind of cute. He’s overflowing with good intentions, but obviously hasn’t had a lot of chance to put them into practice yet. He’s incredibly respectful, but in ways that would work a bit better for people who are more interested in their own decision making than my brother. I’m charmed.

Another person shows up. She is introduced as the Accessibility Specialist, and we are asked if we’re okay with her support. Oh yes, I am very okay with this. After she gets caught up - and she reiterates that everyone else can suck it, my brother is allowed to inhabit this space how he wishes - we get ready to head for the chapel. But the plane is about to land. There probably isn’t enough time to transition there and then back. So instead, we all wait around and listen to our two heroes conspire.

Accessibility Specialist has had the job for a month. Or, at least, she's been PAID to do this job for a month. She's been doing it unofficially much longer. She has IDEAS. So that’s where all the unpolished We Respect Everyone energy is coming from. Head of Security is one of her co-conspirators!

In-between plotting, Accessibility Specialist asks me questions. She hears about the amount of phonecalls, and the unsatisfactory answers. The complete lack of support. The fact that I had told the airline that this exact situation was likely to happen, and then got security called on us anyways. She tells me that this information is very helpful. Her plans will benefit from specific examples.

She tells me how unsatisfactory it is to have to send people to the chapel. They're pushing for a quiet room. I agree that this would have been helpful. My brother would probably have been calmer in a quiet space, which would have helped us AND reduced the stress for others. (Also, both me and my sister would have benefited from the quiet. But I didn’t say that.)

In all the commotion, I’ve forgotten to talk to the boarding people about priority boarding. But Accessibility Specialist is on the ball! We stand off to the side, behind a rope, while the plane disembarks. (My brother starts off pacing RIGHT in the way of the disembarkment, so sneaking into the roped off area is a good idea.) We’re going to be the very first ones to board, even before the people in wheelchairs. I pray that my brother is willing to walk onto the plane – he hasn’t been willing to follow me since we got out of security.

The boarding people are on their best behaviour. They make a special trip over to us to scan our tickets. They send someone down the ramp to check on the plane’s status. We are now VIPs. And we seem to have made the Accessibility Specialist’s day. She is so SMUG as she whispers with the Head of Security!

They ask if we’re okay with them accompanying us to the plane. Sure! I’m having a great time watching their excitement. It’s changed a very difficult experience into a pleasurable one. (For me. They are thankfully respecting my sister’s desire to be ignored. She is still not having fun. And my brother is pretty done with this experience. He’s found some quotes about ‘going home’ and ‘not doing this’ to share with me.)

Finally, we get the nod. My brother calmly follows us down the ramp. We get to the plane and are asked to pause for a moment while they finish moving some storage carts around. Seems reasonable to me, but Accessibility Specialist darts forward and takes photos, documenting SOMETHING. And then we get on the plane.

The plane itself would have been great. My brother happily took a seat. Enjoyed looking out the windows. And was excited to watch Shrek. My sister relaxed. And I LOVE flying. But, sadly, electronics must be stowed during liftoff and landing. My brother did NOT take these unreasonable demands from me well. He eventually forgave me for the take-off misdemeanor, especially after I put on my own headphones and quoted the movie with him. But my sins at landing were too much. For half an hour after he left the airport, he kept repeating, “NO more flying!” and “Not like this!” Any comments about flying for the next day got his hackles up.

So, I won’t do that to him again. But it was a very interesting experience for me! I am glad I got to have it.

And if anyone has flown through Winnipeg’s Richardson International Airport⁴ in the last while, and wants to tell them about any good or bad accessibility experiences, I think there’s someone there that would appreciate it. I want to see what she can accomplish.

PS. She’s also started a program where you can practice getting ready to board a plane! You sign up and they take you through the whole experience, from signing in to walking the boarding ramp. (Or, possibily, just whichever portion is concerning you.) I wish I had thought to contact the airport itself, rather than just contacting the airline and looking at the government’s resources. Good things are happening there.

¹ neurodivergent – brain works in a non-typical way

² Down’s Syndrome – an intellectual disability

³ echolalia – communication by repeating/echoing things heard, either right after hearing them, or a long time later

⁴ Winnipeg is in Manitoba, Canada

#accessibility #disabilities #airplanes #airports #I got a response from her yesterday #after sending in feedback (so she'd have more documented examples)#saying she's going to be 'sharing it widely'#so I decided I'd tell this story one more time #she deserves to succeed

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jarofstyles · 9 months

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Splendore- Verboten 8

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Warnings- emotions, slight angst, fluff, I promise there's smut next time

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Harry’s idea to let them bond together without the worry of someone they know catching them hadn’t been what Y/N expected.

She had imagined a trip into the city, maybe to a few over so they could get used to being out together, to being a couple they wanted to be. Maybe a BnB if he was feeling fancy.

It turns out, he was feeling luxurious.

Italy had been the last of her guesses, not even truly on the brain. The older man had her pack her bags and told her they were going to one of his houses. She had been given the hints of a ‘warm climate’ and to pack those ‘pretty bathing suits and sundresses’ that he loved oh, so much. Y/N did exactly as asked, packing up her suitcase with the cool packing cubes she had bought from being influenced online - she was weak for easier travel- and prepared for at least a bit of fun in the sun. Her suspicions rose when he had mentioned a passport, but when they sat in the first class seats on a flight to Italy, she was in shock.

Harry had laughed at her shock, how she bounced on her heels when she had figured it out when they arrived at the lounge. She had thanked him with kisses to the cheek, her hood falling off her face as she held his far too pretty for a grown man’s face. Y/N hadn’t been to Italy, let alone know that he had a house there. Imagine her reaction when he broke out into Italian, speaking to the gate agent as soon as they landed about something that she couldn't understand. Her attraction to him had already been sky high, but the last few hours had elevated it specifically.

2 weeks. They were spending 2 weeks in Italy, Y/N finally quitting the job she hated with plans to look for another one when she got back, and a weight lifted off her shoulders. Her excuse to Lia had been she was going to go see where her extended family lived, whilst Harry said he had business. It wasn’t a lie- Y/N did have family here, but she wasn’t exactly going to see them.

Y/N’s arms wrapped around his one as they walked through one of the street markets. Harry had been the one to choose her dress, deciding on a white base colored one with tiny baby blue florals covering it. It hugged her waist and flared out, reaching right above her knee and was off the shoulder with tiny puff sleeves- a beautiful one he hadn’t seen before. They’d lazed about in bed sleeping off a bit of the travel from the day prior, but Y/N had been a bit antsy to see things. Harry knew the area well, had spent some summers here with family, and he was a massive fan of the country in general.

Sunglasses hung on the bridge of his nose as he stopped at one of the stalls, looking at the fresh fruit lined up. He hadn’t gone to the market yet, and it was probably a good idea to get some fruit while they were here. “Why don’t you pick out some that looks good to you, hm?” He turned to murmur against her temple.

Y/N wasn’t used to being allowed to be so openly affectionate with Harry. The times they’d gone out back home, they’d still been cautious with how close and sweet they were in fear of their relations being reported back to someone who didn’t need to know. Being in Italy offered a type of freedom that she didn’t expect to feel so good. Hanging on his arm felt so perfect, like it fit right into her own. Letting her arm drop from his, she chose a few things. A few packets of berries that looked particularly ripe and juicy, some peaches that were far softer than any she had felt, and a few red and green mottled apples were placed into the wicker basket she had bought from a few vendors up. She knew Harry was a fan of cherries, so she chose a small bag and picked up a pomegranate for herself before stopping. Looking at him for approval, he simply nodded and took the basket from her to show the vendor.

“Mi scusi, quanto costa tutto questo?” His Italian made her blink. His voice had always been a weakness of hers, but hearing him talk in a different language and sound so… dreamy? She felt a bit wobbly in the knees, eyes locked on his face as he spoke. The exchange was completely missed on the other end, her long lashes blinking as she watched Harry pull his worn leather wallet out from his front pocket and hand over a few bills. She watched his eyes slide over to her, catching her staring point blank as his lips quipped up in a tiny smirk.

“Grazie Signore.”

His hand found Y/N’s, threading their fingers together as they continued to walk with her basket in his hand now. He wouldn’t let her carry her own stuff a lot of the time and as much as it drove her crazy, it also showed that he was a real gentleman. They just didn’t make them like this anymore. That’s why she’s gone with an original model, she supposed.

“Got something on my face?” His smug little smile hadn’t dwindled, their hands swinging slightly in between them as she could feel his happiness. It squeezed her heart in her chest. As many times as she’s seen the man content, she had never seen him like this. This level of happiness, or seemingly free. She could relate, but seeing it in the man who was usually quite reserved and had been known to her as an authority in a way, an intimidation, it was a breath of fresh air. His giddiness was contagious.

“Mhm. A little smug look on that face.” She laughed, rolling her eyes in jest as they continued to walk down the cobblestones. “You’re just very pretty. That’s all.” She feigned a bit more indifference than she actually felt.

“Oh? And it’s got nothing to do with the fact that you look at me like I offered you a lifetime supply of peach tea when I speak Italian?” He rose a brow, calling her out directly on her bullshit. “I do appreciate the compliment though. I prefer ruggedly handsome, a sexpot, maybe. But pretty will do.”

“A sexpot?” Y/N snorted, nose crinkling in distaste as she looked at him over her own sunglasses. “I forgot you’re an old man sometimes. But fine. Maybe I do like hearing you speak in a foreign language. You surprise me, is all.” She shrugged one shoulder, continuing the swinging of their arms. It was odd, how well they connected despite all their seemingly different life points. They melded together like precious metals over a flame, combining in a way that made her positive that traces of him would remain in her forever.

“Good. You’ve got a lot to learn about me.” He hummed, squeezing their joined hands. The man seemed a bit shy with her sometimes, like now that they were out of their normal element, he was a tad more vulnerable. It was something Y/N found to be refreshing. She wasn’t the only one a little nervous. Or perhaps he had always felt like this, but hadn’t felt ok showing it.

“Hm. Let’s look in here.” Harry interrupted her train of thought, pulling her into a stall with dresses.

Harry had a thing for them, as they’d previously discussed. He liked seeing her in flowy, soft dresses that showed off her shoulders and her legs. It had taken her slightly off guard considering she had thought he would prefer to see her in her bathing suits- which, he did obviously enjoy, but he had shown more excitement to see the dresses she had shown and requested them specifically.

“Are you going to get something?” Y/N asked, looking at the colorful pieces hung up on a pole and the rolling racks. They were beautiful, but definitely pricey. She couldn’t fault them for it, as they looked hand made and artists deserved to be paid for their work appropriately. She had to be a bit careful with her spending, though, considering she had just quit her old job.

“Mhm. We both are.” Harry’s words made her turn to him, lifting the glasses off her face.

“Oh? I am?” She crossed her arms, looking up at him with her brows raised, only to be met with a laughing man who scooped her into his arms, pulling her into his chest. She had no time to question before he was kissing the top of her head, pulling back to look at her face.

“Yes. M’gonna be buying you what I’d like to see you in.” He said easily. “And probably some things for myself.” There were a nice variety of shirts and shorts, so he could choose for himself. It was written all over her face, her reflex to argue, but instead of allowing it, he tipped her chin up and covered her lips with his own, cutting off any sort of rebellion. Kissing her for the first time, properly, in a public place. It had caught her off guard, her body relaxing slightly before he pulled back from her. “Just let me. Yeah? It’ll make me happy.” He smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Per favore, bellezza mia. Lascia che ti vizi.” The croon of a whispered Italian sentence, despite her not really knowing what he said besides please, had her core heating up.

God damn, he was good.

“Fine. Fine… If it’ll make you happy.” She whispered back, leaning up to peck his lips again. It took him by surprise, but one he happily leaned into. Harry’s wide grin was reward enough.

After that, it was a bit of a blur. Y/N said yes and no to a few dresses, trying her best to be conservative with the money he was spending because it still made her a little uneasy- but seeing the amount of clothing that he had folded up for himself, it reminded her that he really did have the funds. His home here alone should show her that- but in the back of her mind, she knew she was worried about what people would say.

Gold digger. With him for the money.

It wasn’t that she necessarily cared about anyone else's opinion of her, but she didn’t like the idea of people saying she didn’t feel for him as strongly as he did for her. She would be with Harry if he didn’t have money at all at this point. Of course, she couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a good thing to have. That it didn’t arouse her to know her man could take care of her, that he was successful and driven and able to provide and create things. It did, more than she cared to admit. It just wasn’t why she was with him.

Harry had swept her off her feet, what started out as a fuck in the poolhouse turning into a full blown relationship with feelings and anxious glances and sweet giggles. It was different than past relationships but also, not. The circumstances certainly were unique, the risk especially so, but the full bellied butterflies she got whenever she thought about him, the late night calls, the rest of it all resembled a pure romance.

She acted the part of a spoiled girl well in most other contexts, but actually allowing people to provide things for her had always made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It was never an even exchange. Harry’s expression had been so earnest when he had told her he wanted to do it for her, she couldn’t tell him no.

The shop owner had looked overjoyed, throwing suggestions to them and acting as a personal shopper once she had deciphered what size Y/N would be, a flush on her face as she realized it meant real money for her. That was another reason she let the guilt melt away. Providing income for a local artisan was worth it. Falling into it, she smiled and showed her preferences towards cuts, choosing one of the lilac ones from the rack, a soft linen mustard colored dress with floral embroidery across the bust, a deep red maxi dress with a mix of lace creating pleats, a white wrap skirt, and a few other things that Harry had decided she was getting. Y/N wasn’t about to deny him. It was his money.

By the end of it, they had two bags of clothing, separated to his and hers by the helpful and gracious artisan who kissed both of their cheeks repeatedly and apparently invited them both to dinner while they were here. Y/N didn't know what he had said in response, but she assumed by the large smile that it was an acceptance.

He had a charm about him. She had noticed it, obviously, but as they continued through the market and shopped it became apparent that he just had a magnetic quality to him that had her looking on the interactions fondly. This was an unfiltered view of the man that made her feel a fluttering in her chest, the luck she had stumbled upon by getting to spend her time with him realized fully as she continued their walk. He was a gentleman, stopping and letting her browse one of the pottery stalls so she could choose a mug- finally letting her pay for something herself when she had pouted at him- and decided to get him one as well. Hers had oranges on it, Harry’s matching with lemons.

Italy was far warmer than she had realized though, and her inner thighs were starting to sweat. She needed a break, which she told him in a soft request to go back to the house to relax by the pool. Her body was in desperate need of a shower and far less clothing. This had been the most walking she had done in months.

He had insisted on gelato before they made the trek back up to the villa, Y/N choosing a Tiramisu flavor and Harry getting pistacchio. Leisurely, they walked hand in hand while the bags hung off Harry's elbow and her basket back on her own while they licked at the treat. It was melting fast, her tongue working over the sides to try and constrain it from dripping all over her fingers. Being sticky on top of sweaty and tired was not on the top of her to-do list.

“Messy girl.” His eyes had been watching intently as they paused at the top of the hill to give her a second to breathe. Her tongue flicked over her fingertips as the melty cream dribbled down over the cone, making his stomach burn a little bit. The woman managed to make the most mundane things either utterly adorable or completely erotic depending on the mood. In this instance, he was reminded of her sitting on her knees, lapping up every drip of his cum when he had finished in her mouth. Greedy for it, he had soaked up every moment of her desperation. It was a cherished memory of his he would be happy to relive.

“Perv.” She smirked, shaking her head as she looked him in the eye, taking a long lick. If he was going to be flirty, she was going to return it right back. “Don’t start when we’re out here. If you’re going to be dirty, wait till we’re back in private.” Her hip bumped his before she started off on her own, leaving him to follow right on behind while watching her skirt sway.

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“Darling?” A soft voice woke her from her light sleep, cool fingertips brushing over her cheek. The warm ocean breeze and sound of the water and birds had lulled her into a state of relaxation while the sun had begun to set. Eyes peeled open to see Harry smiling down at her, shirt hanging off of his shoulders while he was bare underneath. He was bent down, arm resting on the back of the lounger while the other stroked her face. “There she is. Fell asleep?” He looked down at the book splayed out on her stomach and the half finished spritz on the side table, evidence of the accidental dozing.

“Yeah, m’sorry.” Knuckles reached up to rub at her eyes, peering up at him with a soft grin. “Didn’t mean to. The breeze felt really good.” Finishing with her no longer sleepy eyes, her fingers went to his wrist, urging his hand to cup her cheek the way she liked. “Did you have a good shower?”

Harry had left her out to relax while he had answered a few emails and took a shower, needing to wash the day off of him. Y/N had done so earlier when he had made them food, so it had been his turn. She had told him she was going to relax by the pool with her drink and book and she wasn’t too tired, but it was obvious the day had caught up with her a little bit.

“I did, yeah.” He stroked the apple of her cheek with his thumb, seeing her face relax into the hold he kept. “Missed you a little, though. Much more fun with you complaining about how it isn't hot enough.”

“Well, you take lukewarm showers at best. I like to feel a bit of burn.” She huffed, turning her face to bite the heel of his palm lightly to show her displeasure. “Rude. But, I missed you too. Come sit with me.”

Y/N’s body shuffled over, allowing him to lay on his side next to her. The size left little room between them, but Y/N remedied that as she moved her leg to hook over his waist, sighing as she snuggled up to him. Harry couldn’t control the flip flop his stomach did at her apparent comfort with him, feeling easy enough to do something like that with him. No hesitation now, lips pressed against the base of his throat before she settled in.

“Comfortable?” His voice murmured, hand falling to her bare back to stroke the warm expanse.

“Mhm.” Her replied was hummed, hand resting on his chest as she sagged into his hold. “I’m really happy.”

The words had sounded like it took her a moment to admit. His breath caught, looking at the top of her head as she kept her face tucked against his throat. Hiding a little bit, but he could understand why. Admitting things, feelings, it was intimidating. “Yeah?” He chuckled, letting his blunt nails run over her spine, memorizing the feeling of its ridges under the skin. “Good. That’s all I want for you. I wanted to take you away… let you feel relaxed for once.”

His words vibrated against her cheek, tickling her slightly. She hummed back, twirling the chain of his necklace around her finger. A force of habit now. “I am. It was a really good idea. I…” There was a pause, hesitation coating her tongue as she decided to go for it anyways. “I was really scared I messed this up completely. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel like… Like you weren’t enough, or I wasn’t happy. I know we talked about it before, and I don’t want to ruin a good day with those thoughts, but I really like you and I loved how it felt when we were out earlier. Holding your hand, when you kissed me…” She swallowed the lump that had formed, his soothing fingers continuing their path. He knew what she needed. “It felt right. I know back at home, some people are probably going to have a lot to say, a lot of mean things probably, saying I’m in this for money or something and that you’ll get over me or whatever but I just want you to know that I think we could work.”

Mustering up the courage to pull back and look at his face, she looked into his own eyes. They looked light, but focused. Intent as he met her gaze, encouraging her to continue to speak. She had no idea how he felt, how he felt a little choked up himself at her words and her resolve over the both of them. “I think we could. I’m sorry I seemed so wishy-washy before with us. With putting labels and dancing round things. I was scared to ask for anything more because I enjoyed us together and I didn’t want to be a silly little girl and assume you’d want something with me.” There was a pregnant pause, Y/N’s eyes falling from his for a moment. “I know theres a lot against us. I’m half your age, you’re Lia’s dad, it’s going to cause problems but I-I really think it’s worth exploring. I don’t want you to get hurt by the repercussions and like I said, I know it’ll cause some issues but-”

Y/N’s words were cut off with his mouth. A deep kiss, fingers angling her up towards him and keeping her chin between his fingers as he locked their lips together, letting her feel him. Heat flushed in her body, leaning into it immediately. He had stolen her breath, a tiny whimper leaving her throat as he attempted to pull back. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back to her with a quiet mewl of ‘No’ before sealing their soft mouths back again, feeling his harsh exhale through his nose when she dragged her nails over his exposed chest and pulled back to peck his lips a few times. He eagerly responded, chasing her lips a few more times before giving a breathless chuckle, forehead resting against her own.

His heart thumped in his chest as he took a moment, opening his mouth to speak to her but failing. How could he possibly be able to tell her how much he actually appreciated her? He had to at least try.

“I don’t think words will be enough to accurately describe to you how much I feel for you already. I know. I know of the risks, the things people would say, the things that could possibly happen as a result. Trust me when I say that a relationship with you is all that has been clouding my mind for the last few weeks. I’ve thought through every scenario, as good and as bad as they could get, but none of them are as bad as the thought of losing out on being with you.”

His voice was slightly hoarse, the kiss and the mere passion he felt stealing some of the strength he usually had, but he powered on. “Y/N… I know I was cruel to you the other night. I was pathetically jealous, angry that it wasn’t me. That I couldn’t make it easier on you to be with me. I can’t control what people outside of myself do, and I should have conducted myself better but you…. You make me feel again. It’s unnerving and I felt raw and naked and hurt because I was letting you in and it felt like perhaps that wouldn’t be enough. That I’d be a phase. But it was cruel of me to underestimate you and think poorly of your intentions because of my own insecurities. As good as I try to be… I am still a man.” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. “A silly, jealous, needy man who wanted to rip the hands off of the guy in that photo for touching your shoulder. I wanted to storm down to the bar and toss you over my shoulder, take you home where you belong. When I realized I didn’t have a claim over you, it hurt. It made me feel bitter and irritated and then you showed up to my house, wearing a dress that you put on for another man… I went mad. But it wasn’t fair of me. I was feeling those same insecurities, and I didn’t let you speak. And for that, I’m sorry.” He returned to her chin, tilting it back up and pressing another lingering kiss to her lips before continuing.

“I want to be with you. I’ll take it all. I won’t let anyone be cruel to you, I will cherish you and this relationship, I’ll make you happy. I know we’ll have some growing pains and that it won’t necessarily be easy because of everyone else, but being with you? Being around you, feeling happy? It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Y/N hated herself for it, but she felt the burn behind her eyes. To hear someone talk so passionately, to put themselves in a position at home that could cause him personal issues because he liked her so much, he felt so intensely for her? It had shook her to the core. It felt like no one else had ever cared about her this much. She could feel it, feel his affection in the way he kissed her. “Me too.” She peeped. “It’s- It’s so easy for me to be myself around you. I know it was weird at first because of how we met but it fell into such a rhythm so quickly a-and I like myself around you, H. I do. I think that’s what we’re supposed to feel in relationships. Right?” She sniffled, cursing under her breath as a tear escaped. “Sorry. I just feel a lot right now and I’m really happy.” A watery laugh made him smile, thumbing the salty tear away from her cheek.

“Don’t apologize to me for feeling.” It was a gentle scold. As much as tears from her would break his heart, he wanted her reactions unfiltered. There was a greed he couldn’t control when it came to information about Y/N. “I want to hear and see everything you feel. You underestimate just how curious I’ve been about how this pretty little brain works.” His damp finger tapped the tip of her nose, making her giggle again. “It is how you’re supposed to feel, I think. At least, it’s how I feel with you, too. It’s the best, isn’t it?” His arms pulled her back to his chest, smiling to himself as he felt her rub her face into his neck and play with his hair, warm breaths brushing his collarbone as she nodded in response.

“It is.” Her words were soft against him, pressing a series of gentle kisses to the side of his throat and working her way up to his jaw. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Every day, it’s something new.” Her teeth grazed the hinge of his jaw, biting down delicately before pulling back to give him a grin. “I never want to stop learning with you.”

“I’ll make sure you never have to, sweetheart.” Lips brushed hers, stealing her breath. “We don’t have to tell everyone we’re together when we’re home, but… we can use this trip, see how good it feels. Work on it when we get back.” meaning they’d have to tell Lia. Something neither of them would look forward to, but it was going to be pushed back on this trip. “Just want to take this time to get to know you, to see bits of you that you’ve hidden away. Cruel little thing.” He clicked his tongue, letting his fingers brush her sides to make her squeal. She was a tiny bit ticklish there.

“I’ll let you know anything you want- but first lesson? Do not tickle me unless you want me to accidentally knee you in the balls.” She huffed. “I happen to quite like them, so don’t do that.”

“Noted, darling. Noted.”

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years

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MDZS AU in which Mo Xuanyu is a severely bullied queer kid but nobody is willing to help him in any way because his bullies are stinking rich, sponsors of the fancy rich kid school and also some are even his cousins.

He's at his wits' end and downright suicidal when he stumbles upon this page online about summoning demons and selling your soul to them in exchange for something (kind of like Death Girl)

Except you have to call onto specific demons or nobody will answer the summoning

So Mo Xuanyu goes onto a dark, caffeine-fueled rabbithole of mythology and demonology for a few days and nights until he finds the legend of the fearsome evil Yiling Patriarch

Dude sounds unhinged enough, the flute playing is a thing they have in common (even if MXY's shitty aunt pulled him out of his flute classes a while ago due to "financial issues") and apparently people rumor he was gay for some Lightbringer guy.

Perfect.

So Mo Xuanyu prepares the ritual and... nothing happens. He's so angry and disillusioned he's about to take his own life in frustration because not even this worked, nothing does, he'll be bullied and abused forever - but then, out of black smoke, finally emerges nome other than the scary Yiling Patriarch, only he's a bit... disheveled? And has a white ribbon around one of his hands??

"What is it, kid?"

"...y-y-you're the Yiling Patriarch...?!"

"In the flesh... err, kind of. Anyway, what do you want with me?"

"In a moment, but, um, why did it take you so long to show up??"

Mo Xuanyu swears the Yiling Patriarch turns red a little. "I was... busy! Underworld stuff, very important. So now care to tell me why you had to just pull me out of that super important stuff?"

"Iwantyoutokillmybullies!"

"Slower, kid, I am like 15 centuries old, my hearing isn't the best anymore."

"I want you to kill my bullies... i'll give you my soul in return!"

The Yiling Patriarch sighs softly and pats the kid's head. "Your soul is very precious, kid. Don't give it up just like that."

Mo Xuanyu screams, frustrated tears in his eyes. "I'm not! I've been bullied and abused all my life and I'm so tired of it! I want them all to pay! So take my soul and do it! That's what you're supposed to do, isn't it?!"

"You'll die in 10 years if I take your soul as payment. Do you really not think you'll want to live in 10 years?"

"No! There's nothing in this world for me! Everyone hates me and I hate everyone and everything in it! If you don't take my soul, I'll just kill myself anyway!"

"Hm..." and the Yiling Patriarch takes a few seconds to think. "... how about this? We make a deal but not for your soul. I'll help you with the bullies thing pro bono, no payment, and then I'll come see you in 10 years. If you still want to die, I'll take your soul. If not, consider my help just some random act of kindness."

"Why would a demon be kind??"

"I am not exactly a demon per se. Complicated stuff. Anyway, you in or not?"

"What the hell, let's do it!"

Next day, Mo Xuanyu's bullies wait for him in front of the school gates ready to taunt him and beat him up again.

Except he rolls up in a black Lambo with two super buff looking guys that he calls "uncle Wei Ying" and "uncle Lan Zhan" that see him off to class - before uncle Wei Ying puts a very friendly hand on one of the bullies' shoulders and only slightly lowers his sunglasses so his red eyes shine.

"I'm a really nice guy so I'll warn you. Once. Mess with Mo Xuanyu again and I'll make sure it's the last thing you do." And he smiles a fanged smile. "Or I'll let my husband turn you into a memory. He's very good with his sword and I mean that literally."

"H-H-Husband?!"

"What, any problem with that?"

"No sir you two are an amazing couple!!"

Mo Xuanyu's bullies not only leave him alone but also transfer schools to the other side of the country. Their donations to the school are now replaced with Mo Xuanyu's "uncles" support and so nobody is impacted.

And this is the story of how Mo Xuanyu was adopted by two demon king husbands.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #original thots #wangxian #mxy

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Detours to You - ch 7

Who wants a lot of fluff with Rowan playing dad? This chapter is nothing but Rowan enjoying some great time with his daughter

When Friday eventually arrived Rowan was elated and could not contain his excitement. The day he would finally get Maya for an entire weekend had arrived and he was just counting down the hours. He had spent the week preparing the room for her, bought a nice duvet with a space theme, some basic furniture and toys as well. But he stopped his spending frenzy when he realised he still knew very little about her. Priority number one had been the car seat and the of course baby proof the house. She was five but his research online had told him it was safe because toddlers loved exploring where they were not meant to. And of course food. He had a list of possible recipes and foods that she might like and stocked up fridge and pantry. Eventually Aelin called him and told him that the bags were ready at the shop for him to collect.

Rowan indulged in leaving the office a little earlier, with the excuse that he had to go to the school and was still not used to the whole picking up a child from school.

He took his work pickup and smiled at seeing the car seat in the back. That was just for that trip, he was going to move it back on his car. Now he was at the school and he was nervous.

Aelin had given him instruction were to park and where to go. Dutifully he left his pickup and ignored all the eyes turning to the fire department vehicle.

He joined the other parents outside the gates and noticed a few women staring at him.

“You must be new,” asked one “Which one is yours?”

“Oh I am just doing a favour to a friend.”

“You are a firefighter?” Asked another one getting closer.

“Yes.” He hoped school finished soon so he could escape as quickly as possible.

Fate had pity on him and the bell rang, allowing the parents in . Rowan followed the instruction Aelin gave him and found Maya’s class.

“Whitethorn, I am here for Maya Galathynius.”

The teacher nodded “Aelin told us.” She weaved a hand “Maya darling, time to go home.”

A moment later a small tornado crashed again his legs “Rowan!!”

He crouched down “Hi you, ready to go?”

“Yes.” He grabbed her backpack and together they left the premises under the stare of almost all the mothers. He would have to give Aelin a head’s up of possible gossip coming.

When they reached his vehicle Maya was beaming “Is this yours?”

“Yes, it’s my work pickup. I am a firefighter.”

Maya gave him the most stunning smile “Let me help you in.”

Carefully he fastened her in and went at the front “Did you have a nice day?”

“Yes, we have learned more letters,” she replied happily “Can I write your name?”

“Of course, but at home.”

Next stop was the shop and he had to park near the river and walk hand in hand with Maya. The feeling was incredible and his daughters loved to tell him stories about some of the places and he listened.

“Hi Elide,” she screamed as they got inside the shop.

“Hi muffin,” the woman crouched down and squeezed hard “Ready for your weekend of fun with Rowan?”

Maya hugged his legs tenderly “so much.”

“Go and choose three books while I get your clothes from auntie Elide.”

Maya squealed and ran away.

Elide stared at Rowan admiring his daughter “You are already in love with her, aren’t you?”

“How could I not?” He added softly.

“This was a big step for Aelin.”

“I know and I am extremely grateful. I have been counting down the hours to this.”

Elide laughed and passed him the bags “Aelin packed a lot of her stuff, since you have no clothes for her. I think she dumped a lot of spares because you know… toddlers.”

“Yes, I have bought some too. They were so cute and I just could not resist.”

“Rowan, look, I have three.” Maya walked to him with her trophies.

Rowan crouched down and laughed”These are four but it’s fine. You can have all the books you want.”

Elide rang the items through the till and passed a bag to Maya “Go and have fun you two.”

They waved goodbye and went back to the car with Rowan carrying three duffels bags.

The drive home took a bit longer as the path to his house was snowier than usual and he was very careful at the presence he had with him “You live in the woods.”

“I do, do you like the woods?”

Maya nodded energetically “Mama and I walk a lot.”

At the house he heard his daughter gasp “your house is big.”

Rowan chuckled and went to free her.

“Let’s go in, it’s cold.”

In the lobby he removed her coat and her shoes and gave her slippers he had bought for her.

Once inside Maya was stunned “pretty.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Come, we are going upstairs and get changed.”

Slowly Maya climbed the stairs while Rowan followed behind keeping a tight an eye on her.

“Ready for your room?”

He opened the door and Maya ran inside and then he had to help her climb on the bed “It’s so big.”

He did not have a single bed so he had kept the double one.

While Maya explored the room and the few belongings he had placed, Rowan unpacked her clothes and took out her pyjama. He chose the elf one and called Maya “Come here so I can change your clothes.”

She walked to him hugging the elf toy he had bought her and that he had placed on the bed “Do you like that?”

“Yes, is it for me?”

“Of course.”

She hugged him “thank you.”

“Now pj on and then we can have dinner.”

Rowan helped Maya undress and then wear the night clothes. She looked adorable in the elf pyjama.

Once done, he lifted her in his arms and walked back downstairs.

“Food?”

“Yeeeess!” She roared.

In the kitchen he sat her on a chair “Do you like mac and cheese?”

“Yes, nana makes it a lot. Mama loves it too.”

“Good,” he added, while getting all the ingredients ready “do you want to go and see hockey with me tomorrow?”

Maya’s face lit up, her green eyes shining in utter joy “The Stags?”

Rowan crouched and pushed away a rebel hair from her face “Yes. Do you like them too?”

“Yes, mama says they are the only team to like.”

Rowan laughed and stood again “your mum is absolutely right. They are the best team.”

“I want to play hockey too.”

He smiled “your mum told me, she is looking for a team for young kids.”

“I am not young. I am six in January.” She pouted.

Rowan bowed deeply “I am sorry m’lady, you are a big girl.” And at that she seemed to regain her cheerfulness pretty quickly.

When food was ready he sat at her side. He had even bought plates and cutlery for kids because they were lighter and easier to hold with smaller hands.

They were chatting away when Rowan’s phone rang and he saw it was Aelin. “Want to say hi to mum?”

He activated the video call and placed the phone against the jug of water.

“Mama.”

“Hello my love, are you having fun at Rowan’s?”

Maya eat a spoonful of her food “Yes. He made mac and cheese.”

“Oh you like that.”

“Yes and it’s really good.” She added “and I have a big room like a big girl. He bought me four books and an elf.” She lifted the toy so Aelin could see it.

“Mama misses you a lot.”

“I miss you too but I am having fun as well. Rowan has a big house in the woods. It’s so pretty.”

Aelin laughed on the other line “Good, promise me you will be good.”

“Yes, tomorrow we are going to the hockey.”

Aelin gasped “Now I am jealous. Make sure you wear your jersey, it’s in your bag. And take a lot of photos for me.”

Maya nodded and went back to her food “can I speak to your d— Rowan?”

He picked up the phone and switched off the camera and leaned against the counter while keeping an eye on Maya.

“It sounds like she is having a great time.”

Rowan chuckled “she is not the only one,” he whispered “I love so much having her here. I went on a shopping spree. Thank you for this.”

“She is very low maintenance, keep her interested and you are sorted.”

“How’s Rifthold?”

“Far too warm for November. I miss the snow.”

Another deep laugh “it’s snowing heavily again, so my morning will be spent shovelling the driveway.”

“That’s what you get to live in the woods.”

He chuckled “I would not change it for anything in the world.”

“Rowan, I finished.” Screamed Maya lifting the plate on her head to show him she had eaten all of her food.

“Can I just wish her goodnight before I go?”

Rowan passed the phone to Maya and mother and daughter said their goodbyes, then he took it back “Call me tomorrow evening again, and I will make sure I will send you a lot of photos.”

“Thank you. Good night Rowan.”

He closed the call and went back to his daughter “would you like strawberries?”

“Yes, I like them.”

Dinner went smoothly and Rowan was pleased to see that Maya ate all he offered. He loved cooking and enjoyed the chance to cook once for another person.

“Maya, I need to wash the dishes and clean, you can sit on the table and draw or colour or you can go and play in the living room, just stay nearby.”

She remained on the chair “Can I stay with you?”

“Of course, tell me what you would like to do while you are here.”

She placed her index finger and looked up in a pensive position and he saw so much of Aelin mannerism in his daughter “The aquarium.”

Rowan turned lightly “Do you want to go?”

Maya nodded enthusiastically.

“Ok, Maya we have a plan, we are going to the hockey tomorrow and on Sunday to the aquarium.”

“Rowan?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have milk chocolate?”

Rowan cursed deeply. “No Maya, we can go and buy it tomorrow?” He paused “What if I make you my special hot chocolate?”

Maya got off the chair interested.

Rowan moved her chair near the stove “Kneel here and watch?”

He grabbed the milk and the bar of dark chocolate that he had bought in case Maya wanted it. He grabbed a pan and started breaking the bar in it. Once the heat was on he poured milk and began stirring.

“It’s melting,” exclaimed Maya.

“Yes, and it’s really good.”

It was ten minutes later when he filled two cups “Let’s go in the living room.”

Together they walked to the living room and Maya climbed on the sofa with her toy.

“We ned to wait a bit because the chocolate it’s hot.”

Rowan gave her the blanket and covered her legs “Do you want to watch something?”

“Mama and I don’t watch a lot of tv.”

He smiled “I know but I have a super movie,” he took out the dvd case of My Neighbour Totoro “This is really good, is one of me favourite movies.”

Maya looked at the case “I love him, can I have him?”

Rowan placed the DVD in the player and sat back down. Maya shifted closer to him and he hugged her closer.

Maya remained silent and attentive until Totoro appeared “he is cute.”

“He is a forest spirit,” explained Rowan happily.

“Can we go in the forest and find him?”

He nodded solemnly “once the snow is gone we can try and spot him.”

Maya grinned and climbed on Rowan’s lap allowing him to fully enclose her in his arms. Rowan gently caressed her hair, feeling his chest bursting with the deep desire to hear the word dad coming out of her lips. He wanted to shout to everyone that he was a dad, but for now he just enjoyed every moment he could with her.

Chocolate over, Maya started to doze off so Rowan scooped her up and climbed to the upper floor.

Gently he tucked her in and took a quick photo to send Aelin. He then sat at her side, brushing her back and making sure that she was fully asleep.

“Good night, baby.” He whispered with love “You just entered my life but I already love you so much,” another gentle brush of her hair “I am your dad and I am looking forward to the moment I can tell you.” His lips pressed a gentle kiss on her silver hair, then watched her sleep until he was positive she was not waking up. Eventually he made his way to his bedroom and climbed in bed with a book. Aelin texted him back and they chatted until she left for bed.

Rowan grabbed his book again and a smile was etched on his face.

He fell asleep with the thought of the little girl, his little girl, sleeping on the other side of the corridor.

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daylight - lrh (songfic)

an: this song is stuck in my head and i figured it'd be an ouchie fic so im sorry

summary: songfic, daylight by maroon 5 (first verse / chorus)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

warnings: angst maybe? it's sad.

word count: 767

Here I am waiting, I have to leave soon. Why am I holding on?

Luke lays under the cool silk sheets, your body close to his as he lightly caresses your face under the moonlight. He can't sleep.

He hasn't been able to sleep for weeks. He's been stressing about going off on tour, without you. He loved his job, he loved travelling the world and he loved his fans.

But he also hates his job, because it takes him away from you.

Tomorrow is the day he has to leave, you had fallen asleep pretty early, tired from helping him back and prepare. So Luke had been staring at you for hours, memorizing what your face looked like and touching every square inch of skin he could, trying to hold on to you.

We knew this day would come, we knew it all along. How did it come so fast?

Luke doesn't know why he's desperately trying to hold onto you when this day was inevitable, how could he be so upset when this day had been coming for months? Shouldn't have he accepted it by now?

He thought it was just yesterday that he came home to you, announcing that he could finally go back on tour after the pandemic. How happy you two were and how proud you were of Luke. There was so much love and happiness in that moment, yet that memory in Luke's mind has faded into a blue hue of hidden regret.

It's too soon. Luke begins having second thoughts. I can't leave.

This is our last night, but it's late. And I'm trying not to sleep. Because I know when I wake, I will have to slip away.

Luke has hit the point of exhaustion, he can barely keep his eyes open but he refuses to go to sleep. The moment he wakes up he has to get in the car and get on the road, you couldn't take him because you had a school priority that you couldn't get out of.

"That's okay," Luke had sighed when you told him that you wouldn't be able to see him off "you need to do what ya need to do YN"

Inside he was torn to shreds, knowing he couldn't kiss you at the gate made him not want to go through it.

So Luke kisses you now, soft kisses all over your face while you sleep, his soft lips lingering on your warm skin every few seconds as he makes sure to kiss every inch.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. Because in daylight we'll be on our own. But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

You actually cried so much before bed. Once Luke got in the shower, you lost it. You were in such hysterics that Luke heard you from the bathroom and came out to comfort you, tears escaping his face as well.

As you held each other, Luke kept promising that he was never going to let you go. That he'd never let anything come between the two of you, that he'd hold you forever if he needed to. He made a slight joke that he wouldn't go if it made you stop crying.

Was it really a joke though?

What the big thing was about the next day, was that you two had never necessarily been separated for each other for a long period of time. You two had gotten together right before the pandemic started, so you spent all of your time at each other's houses. Moved in together pretty quickly, he hadn't gone anywhere for work and if he did you went with him, because of the pandemic you had online school.

But now with societal normalities back in place, you and Luke had to be separated from each other. Something that you both would have to learn how to deal with.

You two really didn't know how to exist without the other one on hand, some would say it was an unhealthy codependency but you and Luke were just happy.

What would you even do without Luke? It'd be so quiet. So empty. You'd no longer have his comfort coming back from class. No more making pancakes for him on Saturday mornings. Your routine will be all out of sorts, what will make up for it?

You tried not to think about it once it crossed your mind, instead, you let Luke hold you as you drifted off, sinking into the last night you had him next to you, dreading the daylight.

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Contingencies: Include contingencies in your offer to protect your interests, such as financing and inspection contingencies.

Closing the Deal

The final step in buying a luxury property is closing the deal. This involves several key tasks:

Final Walkthrough: Conduct a final walkthrough of the property to ensure it is in the agreed-upon condition.

Finalizing Financing: Secure your mortgage and ensure all financing details are in order.

Signing the Contract: Review and sign the sales contract, ensuring all terms and conditions are clearly outlined.

Transfer of Ownership: Complete the transfer of ownership with the Dubai Land Department.

For more resources and expert advice, visit Home Loan UAE.

Real-Life Success Story

Consider the case of James, an investor from the UK, who purchased a luxury penthouse in Dubai Marina. With the help of a local real estate agent and a mortgage consultant, James secured a competitive mortgage rate and finalized the purchase within three months. His investment has since appreciated in value, providing substantial rental income.

Conclusion

Buying luxury properties in Dubai can be a rewarding investment, provided you navigate the process with due diligence and expert guidance. By following the steps outlined in this guide and leveraging professional services, you can secure a luxury property that meets your needs and investment goals. For more resources and expert advice, visit Home Loan UAE.

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Last March I was officially diagnosed with ADHD after being unofficial diagnosed twice. Once my freshman year of high school when both my brother and father were diagnosed, the shrink was like “Oh yeah. She definitely has signs, but she’s doing fine in school. We don't need to do anything.” I then proceeded to deliberately flunk 8 classes in the next two years because I did not want to be in those classes, but no one did anything. BECAUSE I WAS FINE.

The second time I was unofficially diagnosed was in Fall 2013. I was working a full-time job and taking 9 credit hours of studio art, and I was getting close to graduating and trying to decide what to do, and it was just too much. Every time I sat down to make art, I had a meltdown. So I’m like okay. It’s time. I need meds. But I didn’t understand that sometimes you have to really push, and the doctor was like you're fine. Once you graduate, it will be fine.

I proceeded to almost tank grad school at least once a year for 3 years, and after a hardware failure, forgetting to back up, and in general, just being unmedicated ended up writing 60 pages of thesis in 2 weeks in a sheer fucking panic. BUT I WAS FINE.

Anyway, that's not what this is about.

Last March I WAS NOT FINE. (IDK how anyone could possibly be fine coming out of 2020/21, but that's also not what this is about.) So I took advantage of an online service, because finding a shrink to meet with in person after the previous instances was just TOO FUCKING MUCH.

And the online service was like GuuurRL. Congrats. You got both the inattentive type and the impulsive type. Well done. Well done indeed. We recommend medication. Also, some therapy, cause we’re a little worried about you.

At my med appointment, the shrink and I talked and eventually ended up with Concerta because, as I pointed out, I don’t remember to drink water or eat my lunch half of the time. I won’t remember to take my meds more than once a day.

And I was incredibly lucky because it worked pretty much straight out of the gate. I’d heard some horror stories so I was prepared to throw a fit, but the preauthorization was approved in like two hours, and I started taking my meds I wasn’t always 100%, but OMG, it was a night and day difference between being medicated and not. It took less energy to focus on the big stuff, which meant I wasn’t exhausted and frozen when I attempted the little stuff. And the constant low grade grind of anxiety I felt on a daily basis almost completely disappeared.

Then in January, I picked up my prescription and was like huh. The shape of my pills changed. Which should have given me a moment of pause, but this is the first long term prescription I’ve taken. About three-quarters of the way through January, I realized I was struggling. It wasn't quite as bad as not being medicated at all, but suddenly the little things like working out, cleaning, and packing my lunch became next to impossible to do again. And I don’t know, maybe it was actually worse, because I now know what I should feel like and I wasn’t. But still, I’ve been so gaslit by my previous experiences that I thought it was maybe me. January was especially grey this year, so I upped my vitamin D. Made some effort to sit in the sun when it was available and poured some effort into focus. And still I struggled. Anxiety kicked back up; small things slipped further through the cracks. I was really getting down on myself, because I should be fine. And I was not. So clearly I was fucking up some how.

And then I saw a tiktok from someone who was essentially in the same situation, but even worse. They’d been great for like a decade, but in the last two months it has been a constant struggle. And oh btw they were also taking Concerta. I decided maybe it wasn't just me, being me then. Maybe, there was something wrong. So, I started digging and discovered three things that happened at essentially the same time.

My insurance stopped covering the name brand.

The one manufacturer whose generic was precisely the same as the name brand stopped manufacturing it.

The generic that the pharmacy is giving is a bilayer tablet instead of a trilayer and is supposed to be time release, but????

The reason Concerta really works for some people is not the meds inside so much--it's just Ritalin--it's the way it's delivered. It's designed to do an initial dump of about 20% of the drug in the first hour or so, and then it does a really slow release of the rest of the drug for about 10 hours. Unfortunately, it's a proprietary delivery system, and with Janssen no longer producing it, it's the named brand or nothing.

Whatever this generic is doing it’s not doing it the way I needed to. And I should be fine, but I’m not. So after being kind paralyzed by anxiety and executive dysfunction for several weeks I am finally gonna talk to the doctor today about I don’t know? A new med? I don’t even know how this works. I just know that I know how functional feels now, so I’m not going back to not if I can at all help it.

Anyway, the American healthcare system is bullshit. Like I get that I’m incredibly privileged to have the meds covered at all, but fuck they should not be able to just suddenly decide I can only take a generic that’s not really equal to the named brand.

So after much dithering about if I should talk to someone, I finally made an appointment today. And after I made the appointment I realized they the only reason I dithered was because I’m concerned that someone is going to tell me I’m fine.

#adhdlife #living with adhd #adhd #long post

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jonaleddelhi · 3 days

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Wider Applications of LED Displays in Contemporary Spaces: Classroom, Airport, Hospital, and Conference Room

Utilizing the Strengths of LED displays in Education Due to the flexibility, clarity, and low power consumption, LED displays are fast becoming an integral part of several industries. Their usage is from using class-room experiences in educational institutions to streamlining operations in busy airports. The use of LED display changes the way information is communicated and absorbed. This article delves into the increasing influence of LED displays in education, airports, hospitals, and conference rooms.

LED Displays for Education: Unlocking the Full Potential of Learning

The future school is no longer a far-off concept because LED display for education by Jona LED have made it a reality. The vivid colors, interactivity, and ease with which they are assimilated into the other digital tools all reverberate in such a manner that teaching styles in the said two are being transformed, alongside with these about how the students learn.

Interactive learning LED displays can be very interactive and open the avenues for educators to present multimedia presentations, videos, and other interactive content whereby making complex sciences and mathematics subjects easier to understand and appealing to the students.

Class interactivity: The LED display allows for group work in which the students interact with content material. Group work presentations and projects become very lively using a touch-enabled LED display through which the students are allowed to interact with the content material. Better view: In larger classrooms and lecture halls, the high-resolution images with sharp signals from the LED display ensure that all students have an excellent view of the contents irrespective of the position at which they are sitting.

Inclusion of Remote Learning: LED screens can seamlessly integrate with conferencing and video streaming technology that facilitate hybrid and online learning without any inconvenience to in-class and online learners.

LED screens in educational settings not only provide an engaging learning experience but also create a collaborative, high-tech learning environment preparing the students for the future.

LED Displays at Airports: Enhancing Passenger Communication

Airports are alive and full of activities. Clear information in real time is thus very vital. LED display for airport by Jona LED increase the smoothness of operations and enhance passenger explication to the actual up-to-date information.

Airport flight information display: High brightness of LED displays makes easy-to-read schedules, gate number, and status updates inform passengers to navigate around this busy complex. It is particularly critical in such competitive environments as check-in counters and boarding gates.

Way-finding and navigation: LED screens will be provided for way-finding in terminals at strategic locations to help passengers find their way to the baggage claim, security checkpoints, and lounges. It will not only improve passenger traffic but also reduce passenger's stress while navigating through unfamiliar airport systems.

Advertising and Promotions: Airports use LED to provide digital signage and advertising. This opens companies up to a global market where their products and services get marketed. Content can also be changed dynamically, such as video commercials or rotating banners for promotional offers.

Emergency Notifications: In emergency cases, LEDs can display immediate warning messages and instructions to protect passengers and keep them well-informed.

Led displays are no longer an option but a necessary part of infrastructure within the airport, which improves the overall passenger experience and optimizes operations.

LED Displays for Hospitals: Communicating Better in Hospitals

Communication makes all the difference in hospital cases, and if it is delayed or inaccurate, then the whole difference between life and death lies in that communication. LED display for Hospitals by Jona LED are an effective way to communicate with patients, visitors, and staff.

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Medical imaging and diagnostics: LED screens in operating theaters and diagnostic laboratories display crystal clear high resolution images from medical equipment, X-rays, CT scans, and MRIs. Brightness and clarity, therefore are critical to medical analysis and decision-making.

Internal communications: In large hospitals, communication is very difficult since it contains the largest staff. LED displays can be mounted in break rooms, nurses' stations, and hallways to broadcast real-time updates with regard to patients' statuses, rooms, or who's assigned for a given shift.

Health education: In these public zones of hospitals, they employ LED displays to update health tips, wellness program campaigns, and preventive care for patients. They could be used to run important announcements about flu shots, vaccination drives, etc., in healthcare.

In a hospital, LED displays help streamline operations, improve communication, and ultimately bring up the quality of care for the patients.

LED Displays for Conference Rooms: Advancement in Business Collaboration

In the corporate world, effective communication is very important to success, and LED display for conference room by Jona LED make sure businesses learn this through changes in team collaboration and presentation styles.

Video conferencing: Since video conferencing is so common today because of increased remote work around the globe, the ease of connection of teams working anywhere in the world is facilitated by high-definition images on LED displays. Clear and crisp images keep on keeping one's attention alive during virtual meetings.

Interactive presentation: This LED display has dynamic, interactive presentation abilities. It easily browses through slides, annotates the document, and display live data in real-time; thus, a meeting becomes more lively and engaging. It was very helpful during brainstorming sessions, while discussing projects or presenting to clients.

Data Visualization: Using LED screens to display complicated data in readably digestible form is perfect. And whether it is about monetary charts, marketing figures, or any other project timeline, businesses can work on different kinds of data through LED displays and present it in a fashion that is easy for stakeholders to understand and act on.

Corporate branding: The LED displays will also work effectively as a visual element for the corporate branding. Showing the logo of a company, the mission statement or the current or in-process projects in the conference rooms or lobbies can make the atmosphere formal and high-tech.

LED display installed in conference rooms can offer the clients of an organization more effective communication, support better decision-making, and an interactive productive work environment.

Conclusion

As LED displays move ahead with the advancement of technology, they've catapulted themselves speedily into nearly every walk of life-govt., educational institutions and airports to hospitals and conference rooms-with unparalleled definition, energy efficiency and many more benefits, making this a 'must-have' tool in today's settings.

In school, LEDs increase interest in learning to make the lesson more interesting and interactive for any pupil. In airports, they streamline airport activities and ensure that passengers are communicated with more effectively. In hospitals, they enhance patient care through real-time communication and medical imaging that enables them to take appropriate decisions instantly. In conference rooms, it elevates presentations and develops collaboration between colleagues.

LED screens are more than just screens-they have gradually become a pervasive element of modern communication, engagement, and efficiency, especially because companies continue to adhere to digital solutions in their operations.

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