"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
I’m trying harder than the specialists at this point.
me: maybe i am not chronically ill, maybe people are right and i just need to push harder and stop being lazy
me going through a massive flare: fucking hell
Chiitan 😭
Dance as an act of rebellion. Dance as an act of joy.
Me: I'm feeling so creative today! I wanna draw, I wanna write, I wanna create! I wanna play games!
My disability: mhmm thats great but I have strict plans for you to have a six hour long migraine where you're crying in bed and so nauseous you can't eat anything. Sooooooo.
the thing is. knowing someone experiences hallucinations or trouble reading facial expressions or communication difficulties or any other symptom CAN help you to understand their behaviour and respond to it appropriately. but knowing someones diagnosis is never as helpful as it is to listen to them when they talk about how they can best be accommodated. and if “can you please speak slower” (for example) sounds like a ridiculous request from someone without a diagnosis and a reasonable one from someone with a diagnosis. well you’re the dick in that situation
Do I understand the importance of child safety locks on medication caps? Yes.
Is it also a unique kinda fucked that the cap on my arthritis medication is VERY difficult to open? Also yes.
blogging from the depths of autistic burnout • he/him • adult
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