I Don't Just Drop It Hella Low...

Penelope and Odysseus remind me of Fergus and Elinor from Brave.

The power she holds in a room full of men and a husband that would kill for her is something I can't get enough of.

I am seeing a lot of controversy that Ride the Cyclone is abilist. Don't get me wrong, it is to some extent. But I feel like the people saying that the show is abilist because they introduce a disabled character and almost immediately get rid of his disability have some of it wrong.

The main theme of the show is death (because they all died) and as a disabled person, seeing a disabled character be able to be free of the pain and that he could be 'normal' and do things he wouldn't have been able to do in life makes me feel good. I personally believe that in death, there should be no physical ailments from the living world.

I apologize if you disagree with me, but this is how I see it.

I love the disability pride pin!

found this shwaty <3

now thats more like what my hair looks like <3

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You don't feel like wearing your compression socks today?

That's fine,

But just think of how good your calves would look if you did.

Me finding a new recipe I like: This is really good!

Also me, a Potsie: Now, how much salt can I hide in this?

anna: oh no there's a cockroach

jane: ew, take off your shoe and kill it

anna: *takes off her shoe and kills it with her bare foot*

jane: OH MY FUCKING GOD

3 years ago today is when this shit show of health problems started.

I was at an event making hot coco for some kids and my hands stopped working. There was pain up to my elbows and I couldn't move my fingers. Local doctors had no idea what happened and they couldn't diagnose me correctly. I called the closest specialty clinic that is 2 1/2 hours away and had to wait until the end of the next month to even be seen.

The neurologist who saw me said "essential tremors" and sent me on my way to rheumatology who gave me no answers to my other problems. It was about seven months later when I found myself back in that hospital's ER due to having a worsting of my visual blackouts and pain. I was in that specialty ER for about six hours and only got an IV and was told to eat more salt and drink more water. My mom and I decided that that wasn't worth the hours spent there and headed to another specialty hospital's ER.

We were there for about seven more hours and that's where we were told about POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) and were recommended to their movement disorder specialist.

When we saw him, everything changed. I was diagnosed right off the bat with POTS, EDS, Functional Weakness, and vestibular migraines. He recommended me to other doctors at that hospital and we fell in love with the care they took with everything. They got to know me before even looking at the chart and wanted to make sure that everything is just right.

I am still going back to that hospital for other reasons, but I am getting the help I need. The doctors talk to each other and that helps to move things along smoother. Just a month ago, I was invited to a Comfort Ability workshop with other teens my age to learn about how to manage our pain easier. We were separated from our parents, as they were having to talk together about how they can help us, and we were allowed to sit or lay down and had blankets and yoga mats to lay or sit on and the room was really welcoming as we talked about our experiences with our pain. We were given a 'goody bag' of sorts with reusable heat/cold packs, essential oils, and stress toys. And everything was provided by the hospital and was free to us.

All I can say is that my experience with chronic illness has definitely had it's ups and downs. I am both grateful and sad that December 7, 2019 happened - but it got me where I am today with these diagnosis and I have learned more about what I can do for myself and how to adapt to new situations.

With hope,

~ E

I have never wanted to drop kick a child more than I do right now.

I just want y'all to know that in 4th grade, a group of popular girls rejected me for some stupid reason, and I started running down the soccer field. My poor little body wasn't able to comprehend going fast and trying to look cool, so I fell over my own damn leg and fell on a rock fracturing my arm. But on the plus side, I was able to piss the girls off my not letting them sign my cast.

So if anyone hurts your feelings, hurt them even more then get pity attention from everyone else.

I can definitely relate. My psychologist sees my point of view, but unfortunately the hospital that all my specialists are at don't wright service dog prescriptions. My mom believes that this will all go away with time and that I won't need one later.

Unfortunately I have been dealing with my symptoms almost my whole life and am about to be going to college and I can't exactly have a puppy in a dorm.

I have no job and no way to care for a puppy and myself either.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do at this point.

I want a service dog so so badly, but I’m scared to ask the therapist for a recommendation letter. I’m scared she’ll say no.

I want to live my life. I’m lonely and I really need someone with me. I have an entire slide show set up. Ive planned so much. But if I can’t even get up the courage to talk about it to a therapist.

I don’t know how I can talk to my parents.