being a female means needing to see 10 different doctors to get a proper diagnosis because they always think you’re exaggerating and/or lying
define proper diagnosis. I mean, does that just mean the diagnosis you want?
no :) it means going to 10 different doctors who disbelieved your symptoms until the 11th found cysts on your ovaries :) which may mean infertility :) sit on a cactus :)
I call bullshit
Of course you do. Like the first 10 doctors. 😒
I call bullshit on the story. If you think you have an issue you should see a specialist not just your PCP.
Like the 4 “specialists” I saw for the crippling numbness in my face and legs I had for over a year while they told me it was “stress”? When it was finally found that I had scars on my brain and spine? Those “specialists” we’re male neurologist who wouldn’t give me an MRI because “women stress too much”. Go fuck yourself.
MY SPINE WAS BROKEN FOR 2 YEARS BECAUSE MY DOCTORS TOLD ME I JUST HAD BAD CRAMPS AND REFUSED TO TAKE XRAYS. FUCK YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. WHEN WILL BOYS REALIZE THEIR EXPERIENCES ARENT STANDARD???? I ALSO LOVE THIS IDEA THAT YOU CAN JUST GO TO A SPECIALIST WHENEVER YOU WANT LOL IF OUR PCP DOESNT BELIEVE US WHEN WE TELL THEM OUR SYMPTOMS THEY ARENT GONNA REFER US TO A SPECIALIST YOU FUCKING MOLDY WALNUT
My parents began noticing something large in my throat, saw a specialist….Guess what? Told me to lose some weight..even though I wasn’t overweight. I would have my period for weeks at a time. Was told that it was teenage hormones and stress.
Two fucking years later I attempted suicide they ran a battery of tests as required and bam! They find out that I have untreated Hashimoto’s. The “thing” was a goiter. Possible symptoms of an untreated thyroid disease is the goiter, unexplained weight gain, and depression. All they had to do was test my blood, but they said young people don’t have thyroid problems. 😒
-Allie
Ten years ago, my mother—who is a pretty tough cookie—started feeling both ridiculously wired, anxious, and incredibly emotional. Every doctor she saw told her she was going through early menopause, even though she was still menstruating. Her health declined to point where she was barely sleeping, losing weight, and crying constantly, which was a huge red flag because my mother never cries. Finally, she went to see another doctor 2.5 hours away who referred her to an endocrinologist. And what did the endocrinologist say? He diagnosed her with one of the most advanced cases of Grave’s Disease he had even seen, and said if she had gone just a few more months without being treated, she could have FUCKING DIED.
Also, it turned out that her thyroid levels had been moving out of the normal range in a progressive pattern for years, but nobody bothered to look at her past test results until after the diagnosis. They would just do a test, see that it was “in the normal range” and leave it at that. She could have caught it before she even had symptoms, instead of basically being accused of having hysteria.
i had a brain aneurysm/hemorrhage ten years ago, doctors still tell me im faking my disability BECAUSE YOU CAN TOTALLY FAKE LIMITED MOVEMENT OF THE LEFT SIDE
My sister had intercranial hypertension which was causing headaches, dizzy spells and loss of vision, and you know what the hospital told her? She was being a hysterical girl and making it up. A few weeks later she spent roughly a month in hospital and had several lumbar punctures to relieve her RECORD HIGH spinal pressure that was causing so much strain on her brain and optic nerves she was being sent blind.
Everytime I see this post (and it’s been a good 5/6 times), it has different stories and experiences of women who have been horribly mistreated by doctors and it just blows my mind that this is so big. It’s absolutely disgusting how terribly women are treated in the medical world and something needs to be done about that.
my friend lea had back pain, then pain in her legs and feet, and then numbness. despite seeing 7 different doctors over 2 years, by the time they found the cancer it was inoperable. chemo and radiation didn’t work. the cancer spread. she died and left behind a 5 year old daughter.
A few years ago I would go through spells where I literally could not stand on my own and I couldn’t get out of bed. I would be freezing and too weak to eat. I would keep having heart palpitations as well. I got up the money to go to a clinic and they told me it was just stress and to basically just work on chilling out. I saved up money for a few weeks to do this and I pretty much get a “chill out” from them.
As time went on it got worse, most noticeably the heart palpitations were happening almost constantly. I went again to a different clinic and was told it was normal and that it was probably stress. They did no tests, and they told me it would “just go away”.
Two weeks later I ended up collapsing going down some stairs, and at the hospital it was discovered that I had such severe anemia that my heart could barely keep up with trying to get enough oxygen to my body. I had developed left ventricular hypertrophy (my heart muscle is too big) and because of them ignoring me and dismissing me I’m at a much higher risk of heart attacks and stroke now.
I went to the doctor with severe intermittent pain in my upper right stomach area that was so bad I had to miss school. Despite the fact that my period has been on a regular 3 month cycle for years, and I still had two months left until my period, my doctor told me it was period related cramps and or indigestion. 2 months later I’m in the hospital getting my gallbladder removed. It was so obstructed that there was gangrene developing my my system.
So…everyone who’s given me shit for that one post (about medicine and equal treatment and shit) can just read this because I’m sick of defending my case.
i am super embarrassingly heartbreakingly invested in poe being canonically gay and i am also legitimately so glad that for ONCE EVER fandom has not just decided to unilaterally ignore a black man having an extremely slashable relationship and have, instead, rallied behind it
but i really wish it would do that without being gross and dismissive about finn and rey’s relationship in ways that literally just mimics the exact same language and rationale always used to exclude black men as romantic interests in both fanon and canon
the fact that you’re shipping poe/finn doesn’t actually make ignoring the obvious romantic setup of finn/rey by discussing how there’s ~no chemistry~ and finn’s so much more like a brother to rey and she so obviously doesn’t return his feelings any less hurtful
like here’s the thing: with john boyega and daisy ridley as leads, with rey and finn written as they were, their relationship being the huge focus that it was, their caring for each other being the emotional throughline for the film that it was, they set up a fucking star wars trilogy to revolve around a black leading man in an interracial relationship with a white woman which is still such a huge taboo it’s straight up fucking embarrassing
and yes it would be a magical occurrence of wonder and delights if finn/poe was actually canon, but it’s already pretty fucking wonderful that finn/rey is so idk maybe don’t casually shit on that bcs it’s kinda important
“It’s Hollywood’s fault, for letting this get so far, that when a black person or a female, or someone from a different cultural group is cast in a movie, we have to have debates as to whether they’re placed there just to meet a [quota]. I also understand, on the flip side, where these other mentalities will arise. “He’s just placed there for political correctness.” I don’t hear you guys saying that when Brad Pitt is there. When Tom Cruise is there. Hell, when Shia LaBeouf is there, you guys ain’t saying that. That is just blatant racism.”—John Boyega (via thanosisabutt)
1-5: be completely baffled by
6-10: in the mistaken belief that it is a puppy, attempt to pet
11-15: ascend to the throne of the world as the new god of
16-20: cry a lot about
21-25: seek heaven through
26-31: finally get to be with your beautiful lover, who is
january: the weight of your sins
february: full communism
march: rage bigger than your body can contain
april: the Sun
may: eleven-dimensional space
june: violence
july: the merciless confines of linear time
august: a fictional character
september: the void
october: a ghost
november: every single dragon
december: a giant robot
if you threw a pad or tampon into a crowd of boys they would probably all scream and it would be like that scene from monsters inc where george gets contaminated by a sock
story time
ok so in high school on away game days, the football players and cheerleaders would have to share busses because our school was broke as fuck so our cheer bus would always have a group of varsity footballerers in the back of it. one day my genius friend and I were discussing our feminist rage when she said “bridget you should totally throw a tampon back there and see what they do” and me being myself, stood up and hurled a one (1) tampon at the Manly Men. IT LOOKED LIKE A WAR MOVIE. THE BROS FACES WERE FILLED WITH HORROR AS THEIR BUDDY GOT SHOT. HE WENT DOWN SO DRAMATICALLY AS SCREAMS FILLED THE BUS. BOYS WERE SLINKING AS FAR AWAY FROM THE DEADLY TAMPON AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. ONE BRO WAS EYEING THE EMERGENCY WINDOW WITH ALL SERIOUSNESS, READY TO FREE HIMSELF FROM THE THREAT. BEING IN CHICAGO, THE BUS DRIVER PULLED OVER ASSUMING A KID ACTUALLY GOT SHOT. A GIRL HAD TO GO GET THE TAMPON SO THE GUYS WOULD STOP SHITTING THEIR PANTS AND SIT THEIR ASSES THE FUCK BACK DOWN.
I have deduced 2 things from this whole experience: 1. men are ridiculous 2. I wish I had thrown more than one tampon
Poe is just so nice to BB-8 that I imagine he’s like that to all droids. And you know BB-8 always talks him up to the other droids too, like “I have the best Master! He is good and kind and mine!”
Imagine the droids deciding to investigate and finding that they like this human, that he is Good and he is Friend. And eventually, Poe has this huge line of droids following him around like a mother duckling. You never have to look for Poe anymore; you just have to follow the beeping and chirping of a tiny army of droids, and there he is.
friendly reminder that leia has lost her adoptive parents, entire planet, father, husband, son and been abandoned by her brother and yet has never been tempted by the dark side even once
Saw Stephen Fry live last week, and he told us this story: Just after the first Harry Potter book had been released, he was offered the role of narrating it for audiobooks. He hadn’t read it, and was simply told it was a children’s book, so figured it would be an easy afternoons work. When he met JK Rowling, she mentioned that she was writing a sequel. Stephen replied very condescendingly “good for you”.
A few years down the line, the books are selling well, and he is doing the recording for the Prisoner of Azkaban, when he runs into the phrase “Harry pocketed it”. Stephen could not say this line. It always came out as “Harry pocketeded it”, unless he said it ridiculously slowly. They tried time and time again to get it right, but to no avail. Eventually, he called up JK and asked if he could say “Harry put it in his pocket” instead. She thought for a moment, then said “no”, and hung up.
The phrase “Harry pocketed it” appeared in the next four books.
I die a little inside every time someone says history is boring. History is one long, epic adventure with battles to be fought, royal scandals to be gossiped about, human rights to be protected. It can be comic and tragic, and it exhibits both the very best and the very worst of human nature. History is all about seemingly ordinary people doing extraordinary things, and that is why we all want to be remembered by it.
This is a serious thing. Im curious how many people over the course of year(s) kept the same tumblr handle. A ton of the people I follow have changed their over time.
As far as I know Im one of the few who havent. Few being relative as there are millions of tumblr users. But yeah.
poe canonically gets super excited about cool-looking spacecrafts (he describes a TIE fighter as having a “deadly beauty” in the tfa novelization, god) so i’m just imagining poe gushing on and on to finn about his favorite types of space ships, and finn’s just like “you’re SUCH a nerd but i love you anyway” and is happy to listen to every word because poe’s so cute when he’s excited
And Rey casually bringing up her scavenging inside dozens of Stardestroyer’s and her new ownership of the Falcon, and Poe’s face just falls in shock before lighting up as he starts reciting about the Battle of Jakku with the air battles and the many exploits of the Millennium Falcon she never heard about. Finn just points a look at her saying “now he’s at it for hours, good job,” but he’s trying and failing to look exasperated while he’s fighting this huge goofy grin and stars in his eyes because he’s like “wow I love you two too much, I can’t ever be mad at you two for long.”
“No you’re not serious!”
“I am! The breach was on the right side, made by an X-Wing?”
“Yes!”
“I pulled salvage from that ship! Nobody managed to make the climb before I came along! There were compressor coils and functioning actuators that I took from the X-Wing wreckage and–”
“Woahwoahwoah,” Poe said, waving his hands to stop Rey. “That was the Blue Leader X-Wing: The ship that turned the tide of the Battle of Jakku by taking out the flagship Star Destroyer and you pulled salvage from it?”
Rey blinked and then wet her lips, not sure if the pilot was upset or impressed.
“Yeah…?” she said, voice breaking, ending on a questioning high note of uncertainty. Poe let out a noise somewhere between a shout and a laugh. He laced his fingers behind his neck as he leaned back, expression incredulous. Rey still wasn’t sure if he approved or not.
“Holy shit,” Poe said after a second. He laughed. “Holy shit!” he repeated, “That’s incredible!” Rey released a quiet breath of relief and mirrored the grin on Poe’s face. He leaned forward, reclasping his hands in front of him. “You know that Star Destroyer was responsible for fourteen Imperial victories after the destruction of the second Death Star? When Blue Leader–the pilot’s name was Remi Jouin–was critically damaged, the fleet was meant to retreat. His ship was on the way down, and would have been deflected off of the Stardestroyer’s shields. But Remi made a last-second lightspeed jump that phased him through the shields and crashed him straight in to the command bridge. Oh his way down he went over the comms and said–”
“–hold your ground and give them hell for me,” Rey finished for him, practically bouncing in her seat. Poe blinked at her.
“I’m sorry, you’ve heard this story before?” He asked, brows knitting together.
“No,” Rey said, grinning so widely her cheeks hurt. She leaned forward, as if to share a secret. “I didn’t just pull compressor coils and actuators from the wreckage. I took the black box. I had it in my shelter on Jakku.” Poe visibly started in his seat.
“Y-…” he stuttered, laying his palms against the table. “You’re serious?” he whispered. Rey nodded.
“I had a screen I could hook it up to so I could–” Poe stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair as he did. Finn, who had been dozing with his head propped up on one hand, jumped and blinked sleepily at the sudden commotion. Poe swept around the table, seizing Rey’s wrist as he did and dragging her out of her chair after him.
“What’s going on?” Finn asked, half standing.
“We’re going to Jakku!” Poe called over his shoulder. Finn ran a tired hand over his face, a deep frown set in to his expression.
“Jakku…? Wha… why do you always want go go back to Jakku?”
one of the most important things to me about harry potter is its portrayal of happiness. in the harry potter world, happiness isn’t just a feeling—it’s a weapon. look at how harry and his friends fight: with riddikulus, laughter stymies a creature made of fear; with expecto patronum, the very memory of happiness beats back the grim forces of depression.
the weaponization of positivity stretches beyond that. fred and george weasley’s inventions, meant for laughter, turn into arms against umbridge’s regime. and after their departure from hogwarts, their joke shop becomes not only the single bright spot in diagon alley (literally & figuratively) but a hub of defensive magic. the whole weasleys’ wizard wheezes narrative serves as maybe the clearest example in the series that happiness can act as both shield and sword.
there is something deeply empowering in a depiction of happiness as something so tangible and usable. as a profoundly depressed person, i often feel myself scrounging for happy memories and clutching them close; i find myself grasping for laughter in the dark. the physicalization of expecto patronum is not a quantum leap from reality. the boggart’s laughter as combat fuel, the weasleys’ levity as not just a choice but a difficult and defiant one—it’s all familiar.
the series has its share of darkness, but it revels most in the light. it lets us believe that the act of joy is not small, trivial, or inconsequential. happiness is something not just to be lived—it is to be wielded, on your own behalf and the behalves of the people around you, to battle against the world’s heavier elements. harry potter teaches us this.
For those of you who don’t already know, there is a petition going around to actually stock binders in stores (like Walmart/Kmart/Target etc.)!!!
ALSO, people who don’t bind. Please, can I have your attention?
Here is your chance to exercise your allyship. Sign this petition. It can be very, very difficult for people who bind to get access to effective binders. They often resort to harmful things (like tape) that can break their ribs or suffocate them.
Please, sign the petition. You will be saving someone from immeasurable pain.
so last night my roommate and i were watching not another teen movie. anyone who knows me knows that’s a weird thing for me to watch but
my roommate has a cold and had taken nyquill and wanted to watch it
chris evans is in it and there’s a scene where he has a banana in his butt
so there we are, waiting for the amazingness that is chris evans’s butt when my cat, who was flopped on the floor dead asleep, suddenly perks up. stands up. meows. and we’re both looking at him like ‘what got into you’ when suddenly from her window, which is at the back of the apartment, comes a sound, loud enough to scare us all, just once BANG and we look at each other and decide
some poor creature has just run into her window
we’re going back to watching chris evans with a banana up his butt
but my cat doesn’t settle down and he’s now staring intently at the window and meowing and there it is again but not so loud this time and not just once Bang Bang Bang and now we’re both freaking out just a little bit because it’s two am and we’re trying to watch chris evans with a banana in his butt
and then from the front of the apartment, at the living room window, directly in front of her room, we hear BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG and now we and the cat are all freaking because
what the fuck
it’s like two ten in the morning
we’re trying to watch chris evans with a banana in his butt
and the kitchen window is open because it’s one of the few that has a screen in it and a deep voice booms out our names and then the person outside, trying to get in and interrupt our chris evans watching goodness, begins beating on the door and jiggling the knob.
i knew the voice and so did my nyquill drugged roommate. her ex, with whom she was on friendly terms. until he interrupted our chris evans watching. my roommate is small and drugged.
i am not
i am now very angry
you interrupted me watching chris evans with a banana in his butt
i stomp to the front door, yank it open, and scream ‘WHAT THE HELL’ so loud a few apartments down i hear a dog start to bark. the ex is startled. i’m taller than him and i’m angry and he is obviously drunk and tries to tell me he’s here for my roommate.
“Uh no,” i say in a very black widow-esque voice “you’re leaving”
and i slam the door in his face and flip the deadbolt
i shut the kitchen window and drop the wood pieces in the rail so it won’t open because i live in a cheap apartment that doesn’t have locks or screens on a lot of the windows. i go back to my roommate’s room where we resume watching chris evans (we’re coming up on the scene with the banana)
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG
the door
‘WOULD YOU LEAVE. YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE’ my roommate wonders if i’ve always been able to yell that loud.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG
the window
‘LAST WARNING ASSCLOWN. LEAVE NOW.’
lots of yelling our names. frustrated, i pull out my phone and call the cops. the dispatcher gets my info and says a unit is on the way and at this point i’m very upset because i’ve missed the banana scene. then she tells me if he gains entry to the house to call her right back
lady i have a baseball bat
if he gains entry his face will meet it and you’ll need an ambulance not a cop car
thirty minutes after he showed up, the cops arrive and haul him away. my cat settles down. my roommate falls asleep after a second dose of nyquill. i have missed chris evans with a banana in his butt.
moral of the story: don’t mess with me when i’m trying to watch chris evans with a banana in his butt.
I just saw this and needed to go back to the original source to reblog the whole thing in full.
Quick reminder that Luke had about five minutes of training with a lightsaber and NONE of it included actually fighting against an other opponent. Remember Ben sparring with Luke? Nope. It was just him playing around with a robot that tased him
Do you remember Yoda sparring with Luke? Nope. He was teaching him about the Force but we never saw him ONCE teaching him how to actually fight with a lightsaber. Luke had precisely ZERO experience when it came to fighting with a lightsaber. And yet none of you said anything when Luke actually kept up with Vader and later on actually defeated Vader
Rey on the other hand spend her ENTIRE LIFE defending herself with her staff. She is very well versed in fighting with a melee weapon. But when she fought against a HEAVILY INJURED Kylo Ren you immediately cry Mary Sue and unrealistic.
Think about that. Think about what this attitude says about you.
Also an important thing about fight choreography:
A great deal of thought was put into that scene, particularly Rey’s fighting style. She may seem pretty well adapted to lightsaber combat, but in reality she struggles a lot during the fight.
This is a character who has trained exclusively - as far as we know - with a quarterstaff, which is completely different from fighting with a two-handed weapon. Form, stance, strategy - you name it. And this is actually quite apparent in Rey’s choreography for the first half of the scene.
She starts attacking Kylo Ren with these jabs that would probably crack his ribs if she were wielding her quarterstaff. But since she has a brand new weapon in her hands, the strikes are completely ineffective.
But that’s what’s so amazing about this scene. Rey adapts. She’s analyzing Kylo Ren’s form the entire time and she’s learning how to apply it to her own fighting. When she uses the Force to help her focus, she overcomes the translation between one style of weapon to another and secures her victory.
Rey is the first character we’ve actually seen learning how to use a lightsaber against another opponent. And we see it happening in the middle of a fight.
I really enjoyed this scene because I knew they’d spent all this time building up how smart and quick and adaptable Rey is as a character, and we get to see her really shine when she’s pushed into a corner and has to think on her toes.
Remember how she lost that second Tai Fighter when they lost their guns? How she remembered that giant ship she’d been excavating for years and used it to her advantage and knew how to position the gun to get Finn a shot?
Or how she used the doors on that freighter to cut off the (Whatever’s) tentacles when it had ahold of Finn, because she couldn’t run to keep up with it?
There were so many instances of great improvisation for Rey, but I don’t think a lot of people who watched the movie really caught on that she was very quick thinking or smart because the other characters didn’t spend a ton of time congratulating her or patting her on the back for being smart, and these are traits that are often only given to male characters, so people are confused as to why she’s so successful and simply think it’s poor writing, when the reality is that she’s just as smart/quick as Han was in the original Trilogy.
I’m so tired of the argument that just because Rey can do shit, she’s a “Mary Sue” character because guess what, women are capable of doing things men can too you know. Han was a smuggler who learnt how to get himself out of tight spots. Rey is a scavenger who learnt how to get herself out of tight spots. What is the difference? Some people can’t comprehend the idea that Rey doesn’t really need saving because she is so capable of taking care of herself, which is something soooo revolutionary or whatever idek. I mean, even Chewie who was Han’s partner for more than 30 years accepted Rey as his copilot, accepted Rey to be in Han’s position. And Rey is a freaking Jedi goddamnyou!
The girl was trained to fight, to survive, and I’m just sick of the double standard where people just accepted Farm Boy Luke being a fantastic Jedi and pilot but suddenly a girl can do shit and there’s outrage like how dare a girl be intelligent and strong right???
This post is going to rushed but I’m still shaking and it’s hard to type but I NEED people to know this
My mom just took my dog to the vet
She(my dog) was(still is?) having a seizure
Last month we took my dog to the vet and they told us she had developed diabetes, they told us it was caused by the food she was eating, purina beneful.
They told us that there have been many many many reports of Beneful has been causing diabetes, seizures, and even death in dogs.
We had no idea
We immediately switched her food and put her on a special diet plan for her diabetes, unfortunately the effects were already permeate.
Today at 11:20 my mom woke me up crying, I helped her carry my dog to the car (while she was still having a seizure) and watched her drive away red faced and still crying.
Please please PLEASE if you are feeding your pets Purina beneful PLEASE switch their food ASAP
Beneful is poising dogs and I don’t want anyone else to experience what I just did
Also if you could please help me signal boost this so everyone can know
This would explain why my dog has seizures now…fucking hell
Reblog and save lives of dogs
found out purina was the reason my dog winston had been having seizures and puking. please don’t feed your dog purina.
reblog even if you don’t own a dog or even if you’re not “a dog person” because I can’t even imagine how horribly depressed I would be if this happened to my dog
First of all, this is unprofessional as fuck. Chris Mandle quoted three words of something John Boyega said entirely out of context and tweeted it in order to get hits. And it worked! There are already five articles on Google News and a whole bunch of people posting about it in the Stormpilot tag! I saw a gif of the Titanic breaking in half!
The full article will be out in Shortlist on the 21st, and if you weren’t already going to read it, you are now, aren’t you? You’re damn right, because you want to know what John Boyega actually said. Unfortunately that means we’re playing right into Chris Mandle’s grandstanding, and I hate to reward that, but I’ll do what I have to so I’m not just taking his word for it.
Secondly, this is the same John Boyega who totally went along with Oscar’s “I was playing romance” statement in their Ellen interview. Do you really think he was trying to sink this ship? Really?
Thirdly, OSCAR ISAAC SHIPS STORMPILOT, WHERE IS THE CONFETTI AND TICKER TAPE PARADE? I need a thousand percent more celebrating the fact that he is on board with this. How many fandoms ever get that from the actors who play the dudes they ship?
Fourthly, do you know what else once only existed in Oscar Isaac’s head? The idea that Poe Dameron grew up on Yavin IV.
And now it’s canon.
Keep tweeting Lucasfilm and Disney and Rian Johnson and asking for queer representation. Keep making petitions. Keep talking about how much you love Stormpilot and queer Poe Dameron.
But if I see anyone hating on John Boyega for this before we actually know what he said, I’m going to murder.
Also remember that Gwendoline Christie was only cast to play Captain Phasma AFTER fans complained and called for more female characters. Phasma was originally a male character. YOUR VOICES MATTER.
Also remember that it absolutely doesn’t matter if it’s canon because you can still ship it to your heart’s content. Seriously, take the elements, go nuts, ship away! Nothing is stopping you. Canon is utterly irrelevant to this.
self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything
So go to the doctor and get an actual diagnosis?
Why don’t poor people just buy more money?
The way they diagnosed me at the hospital was literally by asking me what i thought i had. so fuck off with that shit. Self-diagnosis is actually better because you know yourself, ur mind, and ur body better than a doctor who doesn’t really give two shits about you.
My GP told me something really interesting at my yearly checkup back in November when i mentioned some concerns i had but prefaced them with “i don’t want you to think I’m self-dx’ing…”
wanna know what he said? Hold on to your butts…
He said “in my experience, most self-dx’s are either right, or are close to the mark. You’re the only one qualified to tell me what you are experiencing.”
I know. Shocking.
don’t even get me started on how bias, stigma, and bigotry on the part of medical professionals impacts diagnosis and treatment, which has been the center of both activism and academic study. I’m lucky to have the doctor i have, but most people don’t. So if you’re gonna act like “official” diagnoses are a unidirectional flow of knowledge, coming from an “expert” and bestowed upon those of us not “worthy” to be considered “experts” in our own experiences, at least acknowledge the power dynamics you are enacting when you do so.
It’s so weird how there’s such a major disconnect between how people assume diagnosis works and how diagnoses actually works. Therapists, psychiatrists, psychologists, etc. are not diviners who can just mystically know what you have by blessed providence. They require an understanding of how you feel and what you’re going through because modern psychotherapy is about making sense of what you feel in comparison to generally known medical diagnoses and the practitioner’s (some aren’t even truly doctors yet yall who are so anti-self dx act like they are) own personal experience based on other patients they’ve had.
If you understand how you feel and you think you have a good idea the direction you need to be headed, you’ve already done a good amount of their job for them. It’s when you don’t know how to process what you’re experiencing or how to express it that the practitioner will then begin therapy to understand what you deal with in your day-to-day life and how you react to that. All of this information is brought into context with personal family medical history and, sometimes, regional medical issues as well as additional medical testing (if it’s really necessary), and then a more definite diagnosis can be made.
Most people who self-diagnose do so because they’ve come to understand how they feel and how they react, they’ve done the research into certain kinds of medical issues in lieu of visiting a potentially costly practitioner, and they’ve reached their own conclusion and they feel safe in self-diagnosing.
The hell that people raise about self-diagnosis on here should definitely be redirected into hellraising about the state of medicine in this country and how seriously financially debilitating it is trying to get your foot in the door for any treatment, much less reasonably priced treatment.
I hate scrolling down my dash and seeing all these heart breaking personal posts about how much people’s family’s hate them and laugh at them during the holidays.
Guess what?
I’m you family now
Your dad’s being a jerk? I’m your new dad now.
Your mom? Guess who’s your new mom.
Grandma? Grandpa? Aunt? Uncle?
All me. I’m all your family and I will love you forever.
i am 110% here for holiday support cause sometimes we just need it. maybe someone’s there for you, maybe they aren’t so nice. maybe you’d rather have more company to share in the festivities. consider me your new gay cousin.
COME TO YOUR TRASH COUSIN AND I WILL HUG YOU
I’m strange and I’m a little off-kilter and I’m a little broken and I will be your family.
Men are always talking about what’s “natural” but in nature it’s always the males of the species that have to be pretty or work really hard to get the females.
I want to see more men dressing up and wearing makeup. Dance for me. Build me a fucking house. Impress me, you mediocre fucks.
Sometimes I think about poor Dr. Abernathy, who once spent an uncomfortable evening stuck in the truck of his own car and probably still gets fraud alerts all the time because that maniac is still going around using his name.
i have a lot of secret hermione headcanons like. she was insufferable at muggle school as well and generally not well liked. she was the girl whose parents were both dentists and she read too many books and tried to talk to people in her class about them but they generally thought she was trying to show off. so when she gets into hogwarts she throws herself into the new culture and reads as many books as her parents will pay for, including her text books and several history books and when her parents refuse to buy the unabridged history of magic and also some legends, she seriously considers hiding out in flourish and blotts so she can just read it in the bookstore. but she wears her robes around the house and sends about forty letters to hogwarts asking questions about the school year and the course load and how the grading scale works and if they’re very sure they’ve told her everything she’s going to need. and her parents are worried about her but they had been already? because she has such a hard time making friends. and they hope she’ll be able to make friends at hogwarts.
the first letter she sends them is full of descriptions of the castle and the sorting and background information on gryffindor and she mentions that she met neville and he’s very sweet, and the classes are so interesting, and she loves them very much! and the next few are also like that and kind of strained. and they suspect (correctly) that she again does not have friends.
a couple weeks into november, she sends them a letter full of complaints about ron’s study habits and how he’s teaching her wizard chess and how both he and harry are very brave but also not very good students. and she tells them about hagrid, who is eight and a half feet tall and the nicest person she has ever met.
they stop worrying as much until they get a letter at the end of term saying that hermione has broken about 20 school rules and also congratulations your daughter scored over 100% on almost every exam.
At which point they seriously consider having Words with their daughter about appropriate responses to situations and also is her headmaster insane because that letter seemed awfully approving? But she comes home and stands differently and when they bring the letter up she squares her jaw and straightens her spine and says a few stubborn words about her friends and protecting people and…you know, they’re still a little concerned, but she looks fierce as fire for a moment before she smiles and asks if they got her final scores. They would never have admitted it, but they worried about their brilliant little girl in the house of the brave, because wouldn’t she have enjoyed the house of the wise more, a whole house full of people as curious and intelligent as she is. But when she stares back at them, bold as brass, like she knows she did right and doesn’t care what the rules have to say on the matter, they decide that Gryffindor is right where she belongs.
When they meet the fabled Ron and Harry over the summer, they expect something very different from the diffident bespectacled boy and the bouncing redhead. But Hermione falls in with them like a puzzle piece, a bickering irritated puzzle piece but a perfect fit nonetheless, and for a moment all three of them have that flash, of straight backs and square jaws and the determination to face the world, fierce as fire.
I’ve never thought about Tony Stark being an artist before. But I mean, it would make sense. I mean, he is an artist, in the way he’s able to design his projects, articulate his ideas in the living world as an engineer. But he’s gotta have an EXTREMELY good eye for the human body and the way things look and move because of this. So he’d be a DAMN good artist.
Imagine him and Steve exchanging art tips, holy shit
imagine his political and satire cartoons holy fuck
okay but Tony growing up looking at his fathers drafts, but also looking at the pictures Steve drew for Howard and Peggy. Listening to stories about Rogers’ gift with a pencil. Sitting at Peggy’s knee as she talks about when she ran across Steve during the USO tour, right before he got into the fight, and how beneath the sketch of a landscape, Steve had drawn this little monkey, wearing his costume, balancing on a unicycle with a little, a little parasol in its hand. That’s how Steve saw himself, and then he changed it. He was a brilliant man, Tony…
And then Tony meets him, and never sees Steve draw. Just fighting, fighting, fighting, stepping in line with SHIELD and at first, Tony doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand how anyone could look at Steve and see an artist. He’s just a soldier.
And then he meets Sam, and they start chatting–somehow the topic of Sam’s PTSD comes up which leads to Tony talking about his own struggle with his, right now. What he’s doing, what he’s taking for it, what a great support Pepper has been, and Sam is genuinely proud of Tony and Tony doesn’t know what to fucking do with that???? and then Sam’s like “I wish I could get Steve to where you are. I know I’m not supposed to be his therapist or his sponsor, but. I worry about the guy. Y’know when I met him, I asked him if there’s anything that even makes him happy, and that fucker still hasn’t given me a straight answer. He’s lost in his work, down the rabbit hole, I just wish I knew how to…give him a nudge in the right direction.”
Tony’s quiet for a long moment, long enough that Sam starts to shake his head, a dismissal on his lips, but then Tony holds up a finger and says, “Does he still draw?”
Sam shrugs. “I don’t think so–did he used to?”
“Yeah,” Tony says. “Yeah, I think so. I used to hear stories about–Y’know what. Y’know what, tomorrow–do you know Bob Ross?”
Sam is trying not to smile. “Do I know Bob Ross.”
“He’s great, right? He’s mellow and folksy, has that ASMR thing going for him. I bet you, I bet you, we get Steve in the same room as one of his shows, something will happen. The man makes me want to paint and I don’t paint. I’m terrible at painting. Especially landscapes.”
Now Sam is smiling. And laughing. “Okay. Okay, just tell me where Bob Ross’ playin, and I’ll bring the big guy his way.”
Rosa’s has given away more than 23,000 slices (a 130% increase in just four months!) and is providing meals free of charge to up to 100 people on any given day.
The uptick in business means Wartman needs more employees. And true to Rosa’s pay-it-forward spirit, he’s hiring through agencies that connect homeless folks with jobs.
And they’ve even started selling official Rosa’s apparel, which features designs by homeless artists. Half of all the revenue goes right back to supporting Philly’s homeless community through pay-it-forward pizza. So far, T-shirt sales have funded a full 10% of donated slices.
When I was a little kid, Disney’s Mulan was one of my very favorite movies (between that and my unwavering love for Robin Hood, a lot of my current personality traits should be easy to guess). And there were a lot of reasons, not least of which are:
a) the gorgeous animation (the avalanche, the smoke, the fire, it’s just so incredible);
b) the music (LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS); and
c) Mulan, come on guys, it’s a girl who cheats her way into the army and becomes a hero even when no one–not even herself–believes in her, you had to know that was going to be my JAM.
But…like…it was also one of my favorite love stories (I also really love Beauty and the Beast, which will get its own rant someday), which I recently discovered is not a standard opinion. A lot of people spend a lot of time making smart remarks about Shang’s gay crisis. And…this might have just been me, but the change between Ping/Mulan never struck me as the pertinent part of the relationship. I figured that, yeah, Shang was 100% Here For That even though Ping was his subordinate and therefore off-limits. And then I figured that Shang was still 100% Here For That after watching Mulan dismantle a palace and light a warlord on fire, with the added bonus that she wasn’t his subordinate. So my assessment was that Shang was in love with the person, the earnest but slightly awkward person who almost flunked out of the army and specializes in haphazard plans based on blowing shit up and looks startled whenever people like them. And since he was in love with the person, his anger was because that person lied to him, not because that person had a different set of bits than he’d originally assumed, and his interest was in the person, not in their face or their clothes.
And that meant a lot to me as a kid for reasons that I wasn’t really sure how to articulate.
Here’s the thing. I am conventionally fairly attractive, through a combination of good genes and good fortune, and I recognize the inherent advantage that entails. I’m not a show-stopper or anything, but my features are symmetrical and my skin is usually clear and…well, to be honest, the triple-D cup size means that the rest of that stuff almost doesn’t matter. My shoulders are too broad to look like a pinup and I’m too short to look leggy and curvaceous and I’m too curvy to be ‘petite’, but I did okay on the physical end of the spectrum. I could probably understand if someone came up and asked to buy me a drink or something. I consistently cannot understand when someone shows interest, romantic or otherwise, in me once I’ve opened my mouth. You know the running joke of ‘well I’m not stopping traffic but at least I have a good personality’? Yeah, my assessment of myself is the exact opposite. None of my self-esteem issues related to the way I look, they’re all about the person who lives under my skin.
And Mulan is pretty, she’s lovely, no one questions that, she doesn’t ever seem to question that. But she always looks surprised when people like her, and she tries so hard to act the way people expect her to act, and she looks ready to take punishment for acting outside the expectations, even when she’s been killing armies and slaying warlords and saving emperors. I like to think she’s like me: she knows the skin is pretty, but she’s terrified that the person underneath isn’t lovable. And then she goes to the army and breaks laws and dishonors her family. And she makes friends who risk their lives for that person, and she gains respect for that person, and Shang falls in love with that person, and it’s all done on that person’s merits, whether you want to call that person Mulan or Ping or whatever, not on the merits of how pretty her face is or how busty she is or how elegant or well-mannered she can act.
And…that meant a lot to me as a scared, damaged kid. It means a lot to me, now, currently, in my differently scared, differently damaged almost-adult self. I probably haven’t made a lot of sense here, come to think of it. If you persevered all the way to the end, I tip my hat to you.
Hello it’s me again. I made a post about this that has about 1500 notes now, but pretty much stopped going around. so let’s try this again.
This is Malik. He is going blind due to a degenerative eye disease called Keratoconus. The disease alters the shape of your cornea and blurs your vision beyond the fixable range of glasses, contacts, anything. Malik is already legally blind in one eye.
There is a treatment that stops the disease called Corneal Collagen Cross-Linking, and it is performed frequently in Canada and Europe. However, it is not FDA-approved in the US, and therefore is not covered by insurance.
I had an earlier post, but I wanted one that was more explicit. We managed to get ¼ of the goal, but donations have now stopped. If everyone who had reblogged that had donated 2 dollars, we’d be done.
PLEASE, PLEASE donate anything you can. Even $1. And pass this on to others.
I don’t care what anyone says, being intelligent is so fucking attractive. Like yes, tell me random facts I didn’t know. I’ll think it’s the cutest thing ever.
you know in mad max when they decide to take control of the citadel and max just points in the distance and goes “look…it’ll be a hard day.” i actually find that very comforting….sometimes it’s just a hard day and that’s all there is to it. but it’s better than 160 days of salt. thank you max
