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When it feels like it might be a hernia but you can’t get a doctor’s appointment in less than 3 months

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Narcissists sure do love trying to confuse a person by gaslighting.

Narcissist: hints at something in an attempt to make me feel a certain way, usually a guilt trip where they are the victim.

Me: calls them out and questions them on it.

Narcissist: ”Oh, you took that completely wrong!”

Me: asks them what they meant by that.

Narcissist: backpedals and can’t explain what they mean and refuses to acknowledge what they said. Even tells me to stop feeling guilty.

My old reaction: 😳😒🤢🫥😵‍💫🤯🫠

My new reaction now that I have more self esteem, validation, and trust myself: 🤔🫢😕😴

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Fancy cat has her own living room. 

It’s all about the lighting in a cat condo, too. 

via moody maximalism

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A year ago today our offer on our house was accepted. It's not much but we love our little almost-acre and we're proud of how much we've already done with it. I can hardly wait to build all of the projects that @v8pontiacgirl and I have planned. We don't always have the "spoons" to do much but we're always moving forward, even if we need a break from time to time.

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I want to play my own version of this.

What the duck?

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I recall at least one of you guys having worked with livestock animals. Why are cows so damn indestructible while horses keel over and die if mercury is in retrograde or a dog barked in Kazakhstan?

gettingvetted here.

Let me tell you a story about how livestock animals work.

In the beginning, God created the horse. God looked at the horse and saw that it was beautiful and strong. “However,” God said, “it breaks too easily.”

Then God created the cow. God looked at the cow and saw that it was more durable than the horse, and tasted good to boot. “However,” God said, “it poops too much.”

Then God created the goat. God looked at the goat and saw that it was perfect.

God looked around and saw that he still had some spare bits of fluff on his work table, but no brains to put into it. So then God created the sheep.

Now let me tell you what my equine surgery professor said on the first day of class.

“Horses are only interested in two things: homicide, and suicide.”

And that’s all you need to know about horses.

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Absolutely love this.

Crochet Skeleton Top // AlisdaKnit

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oui oui baguette

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Women shouldn’t have to broadcast that they’re in a relationship in order to not be harassed by men online.

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My ADHD messed up my morning routine, so now my autism is trying to kill me.

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Fridges hate me. Having to use a bucket of water to keep the door closed. Two fridges, one doesn’t work due to a refrigerant leak, and the other needs a new door seal that costs almost as much as a new fridge. Just thinking about my mom’s Harvest Gold colored fridge from 1977 that lasted over 30 years. They *definitely* don’t make them like they used to.

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I just wanted to make a blog about life with chronic illness and I get bombarded with desperate, lonely wankers who didn’t even read what I wrote because they don’t speak the same language, but they “wanna chat”. It’s exhausting being a woman online.

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I think I must have “done” something that my narcissist-ish mom didn’t like? She’s my bff if she approves of me, but can turn on me based on her mood. Actual conversation:

My mom, a couple weeks ago: I don’t know what to get you for Christmas. Let me know if you have any ideas.

Ok…this is weird because she NEVER lets me actually request a gift. It’s always whatever she thinks I should have, and requests, even if it’s something inexpensive, are ignored.

Me, last week: Oh hey, if needed Christmas gift ideas, I could use a new pair of slippers.

My mom: Oh. Well, you can have my old slippers because they are kind of big on me and I don’t really like them because wearing them hurts my knees.

Me: 🫠

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Actual picture of myself and Velvet. (Maybe Charlie, sometimes).

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My autistic ass didn’t realize I’ve been “quiet quitting” this whole time. I completely missed the social cues that I was supposed to be going above and beyond my job description w/out extra compensation, and quite frankly, fuck that.

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I’ve been told before, “hey, just push yourself harder. The reason you’re so fatigued all the time is because you just lay around all the time.”

Well, first of all, that simply is not true. I don’t “lay around all the time.” I have good days and bad days, and sometimes I overdo on my good days and have to take a day or two off. Balance is extremely difficult for me because I never know how my body is going to react. Sometimes it seems like it’s different every time.

After pushing myself extremely hard for over six months without a break (seriously—working every day in my own restaurant), I can say that that ain’t it either. My body is too unpredictable, and things have gotten a little worse for me in the last few years after the restaurant, mainly with POTS and EDS. No way I could stand that long anymore without pain and passing out.

It’s that time of year when I’m trying my best to get a bunch of projects done before the rain comes. It’s really overwhelming when I think of everything that needs to get done, so I’m trying to just keep track of things but only focus on one thing at a time. I did quite a bit yesterday, and I’m definitely feeling it today. It’s hard to remember to rest in this situation, but this is my reminder (and yours) to really listen to your body and try to pace yourself.