rant below the cut
my dad has EDS and i have all the syptoms, just less seveare, ive spent over an hour in the bathroon about to cry in pain, my shoulders almost constantly ache, one time a few years ago it got so bad so suddenly i felt like something was broken, for a couple days, my wrist and ankle amost are always just, uncomftable and ive been so nauseos i couldnt sleep all night cuz i was dry heaving because i got slightly sick, i use my dads topicle pain medicine on my wrist consistently and ocantially shoulders, hell ill get nausos if i drink to much to fast
but im still scared to say im disabled because unless its a flair up i can do most things (or im being stoped for mental reasons not physical),
but ive had times where i couldnt breath becuase my girl scout troop was hiking to fast, i cough like im dying when im fine,
i just started using a wrist brace my parents already had for my right wrist and it helps so much, i might need to fing the one for the other wrist and i also might need to get ankle braces, but i feel as though im faking it even though i know im not
please someone help me feel a but better about this
the “pleasure to have in class” to overly active tumblr user pipeline
if im just like, riding on the community biking path or something, i wouldn't bother with a helmet, but on the street? with cars? and rough roads? helmet, on, entire time
Dutch people are like “we don’t need to wear a helmet when we ride our bikes, because unlike in the barbarous United States, we have simply outlawed traumatic brain injury”
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
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duo teeth dividers!!! all handmade by me
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[ID: Three sets of dividers depicting sharp teeth between a set of jagged horizontal lines. In each divider set, the first has a row of six sharp upper teeth with longer canines and two teeth behind, while the second has a row of six sharp smaller lower teeth with slightly longer canines and four teeth behind. The first set of dividers is an off-white bone color with a dark purple outline, the second is white with a dark gray outline, and the third is gray with a black outline. /End ID.]
i just saw the note go up one when i liked it? did it acually go up or is it still broken