#tw: gastrointestinal distress

[kinkandkreep]

Connor Encounters Poison

A/N: Hey hey y’all! Sooooo….I had this strange urge to see a scenario where Connor encounters poison out on the Frontier and, while incapacitated, has to fend off predators and simultaneously tend to his illness. I only plan for the poison to cause nausea and vomiting and maaaaaybe have some hallucinogenic effects coupled with a little gastrointestinal distress, so if any of that triggers or grosses you out, please refrain from reading this. Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy, and please feel free to send in any Connor related asks or requests! 😁

 ‘Ok. Perhaps I should have heeded Achilles’ warning.’

Connor sighed as he stumbled along the unbeaten path, grumbling irritably beneath his breath. 

Earlier, as he’d been tracking a wolf back to its den, Connor had unfortunately come into contact with what he believed was some sort of poison. 

Its effects were not immediate, and he could only tell that something was wrong once he began to feel woozy. 

Trying his best to keep from startling the wolf, who he’d learned was a mother of 3 pups, Connor, as quickly as possible, turned on his heel and made for home.

Initially the symptoms weren’t so terrible, just the beginnings of some mild nausea and a dizzying effect every few steps or so. 

However, the further he traveled, the worse his symptoms became.

Now that he was about 2 and a half quarters of the way home, he was experiencing full blown nausea, such that he needed to repeatedly vomit, and dizziness so bad he was forced to take a seat on the ground beneath the shade of a large tree to steady himself. 

Nighttime was nearing, and though Connor was confident he could still defend himself if absolutely necessary, he would really rather not given his current circumstance. 

Taking some deep breaths, Connor shut his eyes momentarily, trying to combat the dizziness and somewhat settle his, now upset, stomach. 

He considered calling for a horse, but he knew that he was too nauseous currently to withstand the constant up and down motion of a horse’s gallop. 

Instead, he reached for the waterskin he’d brought along with him and took several small sips, being careful not to drink too much at one time. 

Only about an hour had elapsed since Connor encountered whatever poison was rapidly making its way through his system, and though he couldn’t be sure just yet, he got the feeling that he still had a long way to go before it was completely flushed out. 

The water had helped a small amount, and the dizziness that had once caused the world to be spinning rapidly had devolved only slightly into that same image now spinning slower, enough that it was somewhat manageable. 

Connor’s stomach however, was still roiling and grumbling angrily, enough that he groaned in audible discomfort. 

Struggling to his feet, he braced himself on the tree behind him, quickly inhaling deep, slightly shaky breaths. 

He sat like that for a few minutes more, before slowly, carefully taking a few tentative steps forward to gauge how the dizziness would affect his walking. 

The dizziness had dissipated some, enough that he could walk, albeit at a much slower pace than normal. Connor’s stomach, however, became more and more unhappy the further he traveled. 

Eventually, he needed to rest again, so he took a seat on a tree stump in his path and tried to pace himself. 

He didn’t feel like he needed to use the restroom, it honestly felt more like his lunch from earlier was going to reappear soon.

And given the sour taste creeping up the back of his throat and the sudden bout of dry heaving, he figured that it would definitely be sooner rather than later. 

Connor managed to hold it down for a few minutes more, until the contents of his stomach emptied themselves out onto the ground in front of him. 

Connor hated vomiting, and though it wasn’t something he did often by any stretch, he could remember the few times he had vividly. And it was always a very unpleasant experience. 

Luckily, after expelling whatever small bit of sick was left and rinsing his mouth out with some water, Connor had to admit that he felt a heck of a lot better. 

The dizziness had mostly ceased and the nausea had all but disappeared. 

He took a few minutes more to gather his bearings before standing and making for the manor. 

It was mostly dark by now, and Connor could hear the wolves off in the distance howling toward the moon. The stars were out this night, shining and twinkling brightly. 

Against what instinct told him to hurry home, Connor took a moment to admire the night sky, taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes momentarily. 

They stayed shut, until he heard a muffled growl sound from his left. 

Eyes snapping open, Connor dodged just as the wolf lunged at him. The quick movement unfortunately created a dizzying effect, and Connor knew then that he wasn’t entirely out of the poison woods yet. 

The wolf in front of him ducked low and snarled, tail swishing slowly as it prepared to pounce. 

Unsheathing his hidden blade, Connor prepared to put the wolf down. 

The creature lunged forward, and Connor quickly slid out of its way with practiced ease, sinking his blade into its neck and carefully laying its now limp body to rest on the ground. 

The ordeal had left Connor a little more winded than usual, which he chalked up to some of the poison still being in his system. 

Despite this, he kneeled down, uttering a typical quiet, appreciative “niá:wen” before beginning the process of skinning the felled wolf. 

Once that was finished, the night had fully settled in, and Connor could see lights in the distance. 

He hurried his pace, desperate to get home, brush his teeth and bathe and hopefully sleep off the rest of this poison. 

By the time he arrived, Achilles was already asleep, and Connor frankly didn’t have the energy to hold conversation anyway.  ‘I’ll regale him with the tale tomorrow,’ he thought to himself, before making his way to the washbasin.

[peachdoxie]

Today was pretty sucky food-wise because of The Disorder but at least I remembered I had a packet of Gatorade protein powder in my backpack so I could at least get some extra protein in my diet.

[droctaviolovecraft]

TW: Vermin infection

"Pull the tapeworm out of your ass! Hey!"

Prisoner #: ANM-634-P

Name: Sally Aníbal

Nickname: "Tapeworm Girl"

Crimes: Indecent assault, rebellion, riot, theft, arson

Number of Victims: 19

Subject Class: Anomalous | Kali 🟠

Cell Procedures: ANM-634-P, referred as "Tapeworm Girl" or just "Sally" by the personnel is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment cell reinforced with bio-resistant materials to prevent the spread of parasitic infection. The cell must be equipped with non-porous surfaces and regularly sterilized to prevent possible contamination. ANM-634-P should be provided with limited, supervised access to recreational materials, particularly those related to her fascination with heavy metal music, provided such activities do not result in behavioral escalation, personnel are not advised to enter her cell while loud music is playing.

Personnel interacting with ANM-634-P are to wear full biohazard protective gear, and contact with her face, mouth, or any exposed fluid must be strictly avoided. Any staff member exhibiting signs of gastrointestinal distress or other symptoms of parasitic infection after interaction with ANM-634-P is to be immediately quarantined and examined for tapeworm infestation.

ANM-634-P manipulation of her parasitic abilities must be constantly monitored, especially in scenarios where she perceives herself as being threatened. If aggressive behavior is exhibited, immediate isolation protocols are to be enacted, and non-lethal containment measures (e.g., tranquilizers) should be employed to prevent further spread of tapeworm-based infection.

Description: ANM-634-P subject is a humanoid young of approximately 20 years of age, standing 160 cm (5'3") tall and weighing approximately 50 kg (110 lbs). She possesses a thin physique, with light blonde hair and pale, nearly albino-like skin. The most notable anomalous feature is the texture on the right side of her face and neck, which is marred by clusters of small cavities that resemble parasitic infestations. The origin and purpose of these cavities are currently under study, though they are capable of secreting a viscous, clear fluid with unknown properties. Chemical analysis of the fluid has shown no immediate toxicity, but its connection to ANM-634-P parasitic nature is under investigation. Her left eye possesses an purple lens, which the anomaly uses as part of its style, the original color of its iris is light green.

Despite her grotesque physical appearance, ANM-634-P displays a playful and flirtatious demeanor, often unnerving staff with her teasing and exaggerated gestures. One prominent behavior is the frequent extension of her tongue, which is abnormally long (with 25cm extension). ANM-634-P takes great pleasure in unsettling personnel by engaging in what could be considered flirtatious or overly familiar behavior, although she has yet to display overtly hostile or violent tendencies toward staff under normal circumstances.

Sally has developed a preference for heavy metal music, often headbanging and altering her vocalizations to match the intensity of the music. Her cell is decorated with imagery consistent with the aesthetic of metal subcultures. When heavy metal music is played, ANM-634-P exhibits signs of increased agitation and excitement, causing her anomalous effects to become more pronounced. For example, when she starts headbanging her head violently, fluids and parasite instances are thrown everywhere.

While ANM-634-P is largely non-aggressive, she is capable of deploying an array of parasitic tapeworms, particularly when she feels threatened. These parasites target the victim's digestive system, eyes, throat, and genital areas (interior of the penis, uterus, vagina, derivatives). The infection is rapid, often resulting in the tapeworms consuming vital organs. The parasitic infestation can spreads through direct interaction with the holes on her face and neck.

When provoked, ANM-634-P infections have been observed to be fast-acting and extremely painful, often culminating in death. ANM-634-P, however, refrains from using this ability unless directly threatened, or under manipulation, showing a degree of control over her abilities.

ANM-634-P tapeworms are a unique parasitic species under her full control. These tapeworms, upon entering a host, rapidly seek out internal organs and begin consuming tissue at an accelerated rate. Once inside the body, they secrete an enzyme that breaks down soft tissue, allowing them to digest their surroundings with alarming speed. This process results in intense pain, internal hemorrhaging, and, in many cases, death if left untreated. In addition to their parasitic nature, the tapeworms have a secondary function: they increase ANM-634-P metabolic rate exponentially during their release. This surge in metabolism grants her enhanced speed, stamina, and healing speed, allowing her to evade or counterattack if needed. The tapeworms can either remain in their host to continue feeding or return to ANM-634-P body, where they retreat back into the cavities on her face and neck. Despite the gruesome nature of these attacks, ANM-634-P appears to use this ability sparingly, showing a degree of restraint.

Behavioral Analysis:

ANM-634-P displays an extroverted, playful personality with a fixation on certain Institute personnel, typically those who interact with her frequently. She often uses her appearance and demeanor to manipulate and charm individuals into granting her favors, though no violent fixation has been recorded. Despite her manipulation, she does not exhibit any long-term strategic planning and behaves in a mostly whimsical and impulsive manner.

Additionally, ANM-634-P has demonstrated a childlike fascination with specific objects and behaviors, particularly loud music, which leads to increased activity from her parasites. Metal music in particular seems to evoke strong emotional reactions from ANM-634-P, suggesting a possible connection between her anomalous nature and external stimuli such as sound.

Personnel are advised to engage with ANM-634-P carefully, minimizing personal connections or repetitive engagements to prevent her from forming unhealthy attachments or using her abilities for manipulation.

Addendum:

Sally has taken to calling herself by her nickname, "Tapeworm Girl", with apparent pride. It is unclear whether this is an intentional effort to embrace her anomalous nature or simply part of her playful personality. Further psychological evaluation is advised to determine her motivations and how best to prevent her from manipulating personnel.

Research is ongoing regarding the clear fluid secreted from her cavities, as well as the exact mechanisms by which she controls and deploys parasitic tapeworms.

The following is a list of heavy metal bands that ANM-634-P is known to listen to and engage with during her periods of increased activity:

Slayer

Slipknot

Cannibal Corpse

Black Sabbath

Pantera

Metallica

Meshuggah

Lamb of God

Gojira

Iron Maiden

Sepultura

Behemoth

Dimmu Borgir

Death

Arch Enemy

System of a Down

KoRn

These bands, known for their intense sound and aggressive themes, seem to provoke strong reactions from ANM-634-P, with certain songs causing her parasitic abilities to manifest at an very accelerated rate and more agressive, Sometimes they are able to target other parts of the body, such as the heart, bones and even the brain and muscles.

[nychthemeron-rants]

TW: Talks of weight loss and (injection) weight loss drugs, gastrointestinal distress of all flavors (see tags) No Images, Just Text

My experience on weight loss drugs so far: 2 weeks in

Firstly, I'm writing this as a journal for myself and partly to give my honest experience on it in case anyone else was considering it. I know that this is not the right call for everyone for a large number of reasons, and I'm a strong supporter of body positivity. I'm doing this because weight loss felt right for me, and after talking to my doctor, we agreed this would be a good way for me to do that. My only hope in sharing this is that someone who was already considering or curious about these medications can see what starting out looks like.

So I just did my 3rd injection of semiglutides (the active ingredient in Ozempic and wegovy for weight loss), and it's been a trip. It's too early to actually see any results, but I've definitely noticed the differences.

I can only eat one actual meal a day, one small meal, and a snack, which is fine, if a bit annoying. I've had to start packing tiny lunches for work because if I make too big of a sandwhich, I won't want dinner then have like a pb&j at 10 pm. And I hate having my most substantial meal of the day being the one I eat at work.

Another annoying thing I've noticed is that because I'm not hungry very often, I've not had the energy to make myself a real meal. I've been living on peanut butter, chips, and easy heat meals because I dont have the willpower to make good food if I'm not hungry for it. (Probably an adhd problem being made worse). But I'm actively working on balancing out my diet again, so I am getting veggies and fruit, at least.

That being said, I dont crave sweets nearly as much. Dont get me wrong, I still want them (and eat them), but its easier for me to go without if I'm too full instead of pushing myself beyond what's comfortable. (It also helps that I learned the hard way what happens if I DO push myself beyond my appetite. Dessert stomach no longer exists.)

I've still been eating whatever I want, but paying extra attention to protein and water as that's what my doctors told me to do. However, my tastes have changed slightly. Some foods simply dont sound as good anymore, and others are always good (for me, its that eggs are no longer that appealing, and peanut butter is an always safe food).

I will say, I got nausea meds with my prescription, and I am VERY glad I got them. I typically get nauseous on new meds, but in two weeks, I've had to use 3 or 4 nausea pills because I felt like I was going to be sick. Also, until you get used to it (about a week), your stomach will be unsettled, and the bathroom may become your friend for a while (going down, not up). Over eating beyond being full will result in diarrhea, as gross as that is, but I've only experienced that once.

Overall, its been a big change but its definitely making a difference in my eating habits and I am excited to see the difference in 5 months!

[hylianengineer]

I hate stress related stomach issues SO MUCH

[sigynpenniman]

Anxiety Shit No One Talks About:

The stomach issues. Anxiety feels like never ending gastrointestinal distress. The whole mood of my anxiety is “having a gastrointestinal even in a target bathroom”. I have a very important job interview in the morning and my entire digestive system is screaming.

[min-yunki-agustd]

request:

Yoongi having ahdh, or being Asperger's or ocd, being neurodiverse, has his effects.

He is affected by sensorial perception, so one day that music was loud, lights were awful shiny, his concert cloths were to hard, and the shouting and flashes from the army were too much, he finds himself having a bad meltdown, he is so distress he locks himself after the concert in his hotel bathroom, he has a migraine and his stomach hurts so bad from nerves, is turning upside down, and he began vomiting, the pain is so strong his already overstimulated senses and body can handle and he began crying.

Hoseok goes in and finally Yoongi unlock the door for him, and only him, Hoseok knows how to calm him, until Yoongi ends up resting on one side in bed in his pajamas tht didn't cause his skin to itch as those are cotton and comfortable.

Hands wrapped around his awfully painful abdomen, his nerves had caused havoc, his gastrointestinal functions clearly affected by his neurodivergent mind, his tummy hurts so much, he is crying silently once his meltdown was over.

Hoseok is sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back gently, until Yoongi turns his cute fluffy tummy upside so Hoseok would rub it

Hoseok understood the assignment and he start massaging his Hyung really upset poor tummy.

This calms him down but the pain is still there

Finally, Yoongi falls asleep, and while he sleeps Hoseok place a warm heating pad at his sick stomach, then he rests beside his upset little seeping Hyung and he falls asleep too hugging him.

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I didn't forget about this request I just felt it would need my proper;; attention. I hope you enjoy this request I know we had a misunderstanding on the topic I'm glad it was resolved =)

anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

TW: nausea, pain, sensory pain, mention of v****

Sickie: Yoongi

Caretaker: Hoseok

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The pain was unbearable. The lights the tight clothes the loud bustle of people and movement. The loud songs are being blasted behind them while on stage. It was all too much. To over whelming. He felt a migraine coming on with all the stress. he took as much as he could but the moment the concert had needed and they were allowed to leave he was gone. he was done he couldn't take any more of anything. Even his close bothered him

he felt his shirt was too tight and restricting and itchy. He knew he was scratching himself red if he left on his shirt so he took it off. Even with the shirt off, he couldn't breathe. He didn't know if he had put the shirt down on the ground or if he had it in his tight fist he didn't care he had to get away from the loud chants and the bright blinding lights. He definitely had a migraine. He felt a roll in his stomach. how could things get any better he was nauseated now.

Things only got worse he finally made it to the bathroom and he locked the door behind him. He fell to the ground. beginning to hyperventilate. He was unable to catch his breath. his stomach swirled. So did his head it was the lack of oxygen. It made him light headed. He really felt sick to his stomach now. He could taste stomach acid on his tongue along with silica filling his mouth.

his hands were shaking so was his entire body. he wanted to turn the bathroom light off because they were painful but he could barely see and he knew it would be pitch dark cause of the lack of windows.

His stomach flipped. He gagged into his shaky hand. he practically leaped for the toilet. he threw up. he was choking unable to catch a break or a breath. the feeling was horrible. too many things were going wrong. the pain in his body from dancing hard caught up with him. That and the painful heaves that would luck his body forward and cause him to shiver afterward.

he couldn't handle all this stress. his head pushed and then lurched causing even more pain.

Just as a single tear drop fell from his eye he hurt a sudden giggle of the bathroom door noob and then a bang on the door. it scared him and cause him to yell out in fear, making his head worse and making him fall right back over the toilet for another excruciating round.

Whoever was at the door would have to wait until he regained control; of his stomach again. once he did he breathlessly got up still in a panicked state tears now streaming from his eyes from the pain in his body and opened the door. he was an absolute mess. He hoped whoever need the door to be opened had a really good reason. he unlocked the door and headed back for the toilet feeling another round rise up his throat.

It was hobi. He walked in knowing yoongi was in the bathroom struggling and locked the door behind him. knowing yoongi liked his privacy at times like this. Hobi managed to calm the older boy and ease his mind. holding his hand until he stopped throwing un and completely calmed his body. His hand still shook but he was back to reality. Hosoek helped yoongi home and invited him into his room to rest.

Hoseok helped yoongi into the softest pair of pajamas he had knowing the wrong textures could make him feel uncomfortable and panicked. Yoongi was finally calm and comfortable. But, there was still something wrong. yoongi was calmer now but he was still having trouble. it was his stomach.

Yoongi lay in hsoeoks bed on his side looking as though he was in pain. something was bothering him. His stomach... He was still having a problem with his stomach hobi thought Hobi looked into yoongi's face he still had tears running down his soft flushed cheeks.

Hoseok knew with the anxiety and over-stilmulatation feeling yoongi had earlier was probably still bothering his stomach. Most like his gastrointestinal functions are clearly affected by his neurodivergent mind.

Hoseok knew exactly how to help. He just hope his touch wouldn't overstimulate him and make things worse. Hoseok was originally waiting on the side of this bed but he maybe himself beside the softly crying yoongi. He sides his hand off the blanket and under yoongi's shirt. Yoongi was iffy at first not knowing if a stomach rub would help he squirmed a way a bit. but yoongi ended up letting hobi touch his stomach and then rubbed it. Sometimes yoongi liked pressure on his stomach but hoseok didn't wanna push his luck, he gently.

Hoseok warm hand helped the pain in yoongi's stomach. It easier his pain. made it feel almost dull. he focused on hobi hand. Yoongi stopped crying. yoongi slowly drifted off. hosoek was glad yg was getting well deserved rest. Hosoek's hand was getting tired, hoseok knew that if he stopped for even a moment yoongi would wake up and be back in pain. He to the heating pad that was on the floor beside the bed he was thankful it was within reach.

he grabbed it turned it on and gently placed it on yoongi's stomach. yoong stayed asleep. he curled into hoseok closer. Hobi hugged the boy embraced him and eventually fall asleep as well.

the boys sleep soundly...

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hope you enjoy sorry it took so long...

[homoose]

THE AMOUNT OF TIMES YOU’VED HAD TO TW POOP

I’m canceling you 💩

I can’t help it that I give people gastrointestinal distress 😔🥲 but honestly, it would be poop that gets me canceled

[moonimbued]

pills tw, health stuff tw, mental health stuff tw

I'm on new antidepressants and the side effects are. not intolerable, but they definitely suck.

I'm only on the first week, and so far its:

gastrointestinal distress (that's. putting it mildly.)

shaky hands (drawing and writing are Out Of The Question)

the usual strong suicidal ideation

bouts of mild hyperactivity

general brain fog/disconnect

lack of a "filter"

and today, I noticed that not only do i not want to eat when my stomach hurts so badly, but i just have trouble making myself eat at all.

so add

appetite suppressant (strong)

to this shitty fucking list

[chupacabraatemybrother]

Ok but what does that mean? What does "bad" or "not normal" or "not functioning" or "bad enough" even look like? Why do people have a hard time identifying it?

(tw: potentially triggering mental health shit under the cut including self harm/ panic attacks/ not eating/ suicidal thoughts)

1) The mental illness or trauma began too early, or has been normalized. At this point, it *is* daily life.

I had my first panic attack at age 7. I went to my mom, who said (paraphrased) "oh, those happen sometimes, and they suck." Why would you say that to a kid and make them treat panic attacks as a part of normal life? Because in my family, panic attacks were a part of normal life. No one talked about them, they were just things that happened to you, like a smacked toe or hay fever. (Plot twist: Not normal, we're just all mentally ill!). I didn't even know the term "panic attack" until I was about fourteen.

2) "Functioning" becomes synonymous with "being able to hide it/mask well" and "well it's not life threatening so just ignore it."

I toodled along life for the next ten years with panic attacks. Sometimes I would go months without one, sometimes I would have a shitty week or month in which I had them every day. By fifteen, I was also depressed.

At sixteen, my friend had a panic attack in the hallway of our high school. I told her to suck it up and not use it as an excuse not to go to class. I can only imagine how offended and hurt she must have felt. But I was speaking my own experience - I had hit a point in which I could excuse myself to go to the bathroom, sob in a stall for 2 minutes, splash water on my face, and then go back to class like nothing had happened. Because you can't let the panic win. Besides, I was an honor student, so clearly the anxiety was not interfering with my daily life. Bullshit. I couldn't even order my own goddamn food at a McDonalds or go through a checkout line without feeling nauseous. I remember buying a shirt at the mall and not saying a single word to the cashier and not looking at her face. "Not interfering with my daily life" my ass.

Anyway, I started self-harming, and my mom found out and b/c she understood depression was serious she dragged me to a doctor, who, in her infinite wisdom, presumably looked up "ADHD" in a book and saw my face as the definition. I got some sweet sweet meds which are the entire reason I passed physics and no longer wanted to die. Much.

3) The bar/criteria for whatever the hell "interfering" means starts moving.

This is the "frog in boiling water" analogy. You would think, after finally getting help, I would be more receptive to doing it again.

The thing is, I still had yet to feel a lack of anxiety. The ADHD meds and the eight weeks or whatever of therapy helped, but there were things I didn't even know were relevant to bring up. I knew I was getting help because a) I was harming and b) I wanted to die. And as soon as I was no longer harming and felt the will to live, I thought I was good to go. So I went off to college.

Eventually, I had a shitty mental health day, and then another, and another. Soon I was having shitty mental health weeks, but I kept seeing them as "bad days." It was soon months between "good days." I cried daily. I barely ate because the constant anxiety made my stomach hurt. When I did eat a big meal, I had gastrointestinal distress. I remember one day at the library, working on an essay. I got up, ran to the bathroom, vomited, and then went back to the essay like nothing had happened. I got an A on the essay, so clearly I was "high-functioning"

Remember my story about buying the shirt at the mall? Well, at least I was at the mall to begin with. There are some people who don't even leave the house!

At least I had a small plate of tater tots at the dining hall. Some people can't eat at all when they're depressed!

At least I show up to class, even if I'm literally shaking with anxiety. Some people can't go to class!

And then I didn't go to class.

And then I didn't get the essay in on time.

And then I was laying in bed, making deals with myself to just fucking shower. But at least I was brushing my teeth. Some people -

What. The. Fuck.

Long story short, people started noticing. Professors started noticing. I finally felt allowed to say it was "interfering with my daily life." So what did I do? I went to the campus therapist office. I got out of a toxic romantic relationship. I got new meds.

I joined some clubs. I graduated Magna Cum Laude. I got a job. I got engaged. I got married. I got into grad school! I got half my family to go get some damn therapy and meds! Because guys! This isn't normal! Panic attacks are not normal!

TL;DR

Did I go through some shit? YES.

Do I still have anxiety? YES. I'm fucking stuck with that bullshit.

Is it under control? YES!

Have I identified moments where I noticed it might not be as under control as I would have liked and immediately gotten help? YES!

Can you learn how to do that too?? YES YES YES!!!!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk and please go get some help even if you don't think it's that bad or you don't deserve it or other people have it worse.

IT'S SUICIDE PREVENTION MONTH/DAY/WEEK MY BITCHES AND I HAVE A THING TO SAY ABOUT "INTERFERING WITH DAILY LIFE" AS A CRITERIA FOR A MENTAL ILLNESS.

It comes to my attention no one knows what the fuck that means.

I'll tell you what is SHOULD mean: It means when you start to notice something is not as it should be, get help for that shit. Don't keep waiting for that day where it hits the magical threshold of "bad enough" because I promise you the bar will keep moving.

[csathoughts]

can u link some posts describing the symptoms of csa esp in older ppl who mightve repressed the memory?? or just talk abt it in general please? my relationship w/ sexuality is so screwed up & im rly starting to think i might have gone thru csa, so this wld be rly helpful. thank you!

CSA TW

there is this website that shows the following symptoms of csa in adults:

“Psychological/behavioral effects

-Dissociation, or feeling detached, confused, or feeling like your reality is not the same as everyone else’s are quite common feelings.

– You may experience trouble with trust, whether it be not finding yourself able to trust, or trusting too easily.

-You may have trouble establishing boundaries in relationships due to the fact that your boundaries were compromised at a young age.

-You may experience flashbacks to the event(s) that happened to you.

-Many people feel the need to self medicate with drugs, alcohol or other addictions as a coping mechanism.

-Low self esteem is common in adult survivors.

-You may experience isolation, or a fear of intimacy with partners.

-Many people try to cope through promiscuous sexual activity.

-Many people contemplate or attempt suicide or self injury.

-Eating disorders may be experienced.

-Sometimes adult survivors experience sexual dysfunction, or a lack of interest/pleasure in sex.

-Adult survivors are often susceptible to repeat victimizations because they are sometimes more likely to “accept” being a victim.

-Victims often anticipate an early death.

-Extreme anxiety or panic attacks are often caused by childhood sexual abuse.

-Difficulty concentrating, comprehending, or answering simple questions are symptoms.

-Many experience feelings of social withdrawal, or the inability to relate to others.

-Sometimes adult survivors have sexual fantasies about raping or abusing others.

-The opposite is also true – many experience fantasies about being raped, tortured, or abused.

-Fear of medical procedures is common.

Emotional effects

-Constant grief or mourning are common among adult survivors of sexual abuse because of the loss of innocent, childhood, normal relationships as a child, and trust.

-Guilt may be felt due to the fact that you possibly experienced physical pleasure at the time of the abuse.

-The silence that surrounds abuse can lead to feelings of shame.

-Depression is common.

-Feelings of extreme anger or inexplicable rage are very common.

Physical effects

-Gastrointestinal distress, nausea, and chronic pelvic pain can be present.

-Headaches are common among survivors.

-Asthma and/or breathing problems can occur.

-Unreleased stress can lead to back or skeletal pain.

-Sexual arousal, desire or orgasm, is sometimes reported to be connected with physical pain or discomfort.

-Victims are twice as likely to be smokers, and more likely to be physically inactive and overweight/obese.

-Severe gag reflex has been reported, even when nothing is in the mouth.

There are many more after-effects of childhood sexual abuse that adults may experience. As stated above, if you feel like you are experiencing one or more of these issues, it is best to seek professional help. Furthermore, if you are experiencing issues that aren’t on this list but you feel may have stemmed from abuse which you may have experienced, you may not be wrong. Do some research and follow up with a counselor or therapist.”

hope this helps!!

[martinscorgayse]

i just ate more sugar in like five minutes than i have in over a week pray fo rme