Bitchthingie - Barely Functional™️

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The hardest thing for me to accept since becoming disabled is the fact that my progress in the majority of things that I do will be so much slower than it is for everyone else.

I'm trying to reframe my thinking and start being grateful when I can partake in hobbies and just enjoy the process instead of being focused on how quickly I'm progressing compared to able bodied people.

I've always been an "all or nothing" type of person and that type of thinking really doesn't work now when I have to pace myself and allocate my energy each day depending on what needs to get done

A friend and I were discussing what we're like when we're sick and we decided people usually fall into one of these five 'sick modes': *Everyone is probably multiple of these at different times depending on how sick they are and with what but we think most people have a mode they default to and become more often than the others*

Delicate Consumptive Victorian: you feel tragic and mournful but also beautiful in a sad way, you are in bed, sipping hot tea, others should quietly whisper about how you are too good for this world, too beautiful, too tragic... And bring you more tea

Sick Dog: you are curled up in a ball, you don't want anything, you don't need anything, but it would be nice if others could still ask you if you need anything

Sickly Child Emperor: you are dying and it's everyone else's problem, you need pillows, no! you need soup, no! You need absolute silence or you will not be the first one to die today

Plague Pit: you are curled up probably on the floor, no one touch you, no one look at you, this is between you and God and you already know He has no mercy left for you

Warrior General: you are not sick. You are in perfect health and you don't know why anyone would think otherwise. Illness is an enemy that can be intimidated and you must remain strong for your men! (You are going to pass out at the most inconvenient moment possible)

Adulthood isn’t bad, it’s just the labor of maintaining your existence under capitalism in isolation that sucks

Me lying down: I feel pretty much fine. What am I doing lying around? I should get up and do something. Or at least sit upright, damn.

Me when I’m upright: oh, Jesus. Oh, damn. Oh, RIGHT—this is why I was lying down.

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits