“You’re Too Young To Be In Pain!” Isn’t The Wake Up Call You Think It Is. Your Words Aren’t

"Electrodes embedded in the brains of four people have captured a detailed and precise portrait of chronic pain."

The team found that a section of the brain just behind the forehead lighted up with a low hum of electrical activity when the study participants were feeling chronic pain. But when participants touched a hot probe, another region of the brain was active, indicating that fleeting pain from an injury operates differently from chronic pain.

“Chronic pain is actually its own separate disease that is not simply an extension of pain in general,” said study author Dr. Prasad Shirvalkar, a pain physician and neurologist at University of California San Francisco Medical Center.

The study is a step toward an objective, universal measure of pain in a patient, Shirvalkar said, to augment the current method available to doctors: asking patients to rank their discomfort on a scale.

Hello from your friendly neighborhood aromantic mom friend and I’m here to tell you about my aro realization for Aromantic week!

Ok so this will be poorly formatted and maybe a bit long.

Ok let’s begin!

I came to terms that I was aromantic a couple months ago though I identified as aro-spec for nearly a year before that.

I realized I was aro in probably a bad way.

For a little over a year, I had convinced myself that I had a crush on my friend who we will refer to as Eggroll.

Eggroll is a sweet girl, she truly is, but she is also obsessed with romance and love and touch and affection. This was something I had to come to terms with in the time of our “flirtationship”.

She was constantly reaching out for I love you’s, constantly in need of affection and live that I simply couldn’t provide. I tried my best, over and over, I forced myself to see a life with her, dates with her, dances, just sweet little moments.

But I just couldn’t get behind it.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened, throughout school, I found myself trying to find people that I found cute or even mildly liked but wasn’t overly close with and slot them into the all to important role of love interest that society insisted was normal for someone of my age.

But it just wasn’t.

And eventually I had to tell Eggroll how I felt.

She was also a bit codependent and a tad insensitive and didn’t listen while also being constantly but hurt if I ever told her I found something rude or was uncomfortable with something.

I told her, over text, one Wednesday, a really emotional day.

She understood, although she felt sad, she sprung right back to her feet by the next week and now is constantly “in love” with nearly every pretty girl she spots.

I’m happy for her, she’s happy for me.

And I get to be happy in my own skin, with a label that I love, that I can relate to.

My experience isn’t the same as everyone else’s but as someone who witnesses identify crises every week and has had many of their own, I am always open to helping anyone who needs it.

This mom friend is a mom friend to all and is here for anyone who need some help, support, and/or platonic or familial love.

I hope you’re having a great day

🖤🤍💚

I have another thought rattling around my head;

I know it’s really easy for people to assume a man or masc person getting help with something is simply wielding false incompetence - or that that they view whoever is helping as a maid or a servant.

But I need people to stop blanket assuming shit like this. If it’s all just things you’re seeing rather then a bad situation you’re being told about directly; Take a step back and ask yourself if you might be misconstruing a situation you don’t have all the context for.

Example; I need meals made for me, I need help with basic chores, I need help getting myself drinks, I need help caring for pets. Outwardly, I look fine - but the thing a lot of people with no inside perspective don’t know that I’m actually severely disabled. What might be a simple task for someone else could wipe me out for days. And because of this I’ve actively had people call me a “man child” when I admit I need help with these things, and say they feel bad for my partners having to “baby me” because of this.

I’ve seen so many threads bashing men and masc folks as a whole for not being able to cook for themselves, do chores entirely by themselves, ect ect ect.

You’re hurting people in the crossfire - especially disabled men + masc folk, and men + masc folk who have suffered abuse (since abusers often intentionally don’t teach their victims life skills in order to keep them dependent).

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

“Exclusionists are pathetic.” I absolutely love that last part because it’s refined nonsense.

Cripples are not “exclusionists” or “pathetic” for asserting that cripplepunk is for physically disabled people. That is literally just a fact.

Copy pasting your queer politics over every marginalized community you encounter is pathetic.

Calling people “exclusies” for experiencing traumas and oppression you don’t is pathetic.

Refusing to educate yourself is pathetic.

Lying about terms and a community created a decade ago by a dead person who EXPLICITLY STATED who it was for

is

so. fucking. pathetic.

Crab Day

okay, so here's a new info post from the top.

the problem: tumblr is extremely extremely in debt. the current model is not profitable. this is why they are trying to turn the site into a shit clone of every other social media site, so they can attract new users and their money.

solution: not a ton of people can afford a long-term subscriptions like ad-free. however, many of us CAN afford $3 to inflict crabs on another unsuspecting user. (and those that can't, can still enjoy crabs everywhere)

the idea: in the grand traditions of mishapocalypses and goncharovs and tumblr users' obsession with [random inconsequential thing] Days, we create a fund drive/holiday on July 29th, dubbed Crab Day. buy your friends crabs. buy your enemies crabs. blaze posts. post memes. change ur icon. whatever. actually put your money where your mouth is and show @staff that there actually IS profit motive to listen to the current users about what we want this site to look like. (and yes, that means accessibility features too. we currently have zero leverage to demand these features. let's change that.)

i don't know if this will actually go anywhere. worst case scenario, a few of us have fun, tumblr gets a small amount of money, and nothing changes. best case though, we actually provide incentive to keep our stupid hellsite unique.

ACE BOIIIIIIIIIIO

PSA

charlie dalton is a closeted sex repulsed/neutral asexual.

i'm not taking criticism.

Okay but imagine

The Sander sides

As

The six queens

Like

Roman as Katherine of Aragon

Remus as Anne Boleyn

Patton as Jane

Janus as Anna of Cleves

Virgil as Kathrine Howard

And...

Logan as Cathrine Parr

That’s it that’s the whole post.

Share your glow up!

HA

No.

Something rainbow for day 3? Well I’m sure y’all didn’t know this but I collect dolls

They’re rainbow high dolls, so....