People Keep Saying Stuff About How The Descendants Maleficent Isn’t The Maleficent From Her Namesake

Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by

Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.

You. Are. Overstimulated.

People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.

These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.

Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time

Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!

"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.

Howdy, I’m Sonny, your local enby demiboy and I’m here to talk about ✨names✨

Okay so this is mostly a personal rant (feel free to skip)

Ok so

The summer before 8th grade I had determined I didn’t like being called my legal name or the (god damned) nickname that came with it. So I started thinking about names that could pass as nicknames for my legal name.

I was listening to musicals like I often do and in the heights came on, and I guess you can see where this is going.

I chose my name in honor and reference to Sonny and kept that spelling as a way to convince that it was derived from legal name.

And so I started introducing myself as Sonny. It made me happy, when people call me Sonny I would be more excited to answer, and my mom started introducing me to her friends as Sonny.

Mind you, I changed my name before I determined it was okay for me to question my gender.

When I accepted that I wasn’t cisgender I started to think of ways I could either come out to my mother or gain comfort without.

I have determined that I shouldn’t come out, not with how my mom see’s people who fall out of the binary and even those who just don’t associate with their AGAB.

But I started to drop hints that I dislike how my figure falls. Y’know specifically the stupid flash sacks hanging from my torso.

This is about the time that things started to change.

My mom stopped introducing me as Sonny.

It was slow at first

“Oh this is Sonny”

“Oh this is my DAUGHTER, *legal name* but SHE goes by Sonny”

“This is *legal name*”

“This is *god damn evil nickname*”

I don’t know if she suspects something, but she’s the type to confront you if she is suspicious.

That’s how I got dragged out of the closet as asexual.

But I just wanted to illustrate how bad it can make you feel when someone ignores your name.

When she stopped using my preferred name, it felt like she decided I didn’t have to be respected.

I don’t need to be acknowledged correctly.

I don’t have to feel comfort or joy when someone addresses me.

I don’t think that’s just me.

These babes are so cute and I will die on this rock.

High School Bujeet: They lettered in Football/Wrestling and Honors/Mathletes, respectively.

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

I had a doctors appointment today and for the first time ever she gave me the review sheet instead of my mom. And I was looking over the review of systems. And the doctor didn’t ask me about any of them. But she denied allllllll of them. Despite my previous claims of cold intolerance, joint pain, muscle weakness ( I was wearing on if my braces for goodness sakes), fatigue and just general other symptoms I have that she KNOWS about. Denied all of them. Oh! And apparently I’ve progressed so far into hashimotos that I now have Hypothyroidism. And she didn’t mention that either. Was a wonderful day /src

Thank some one who helped you get where you are.

I’d like to thank Thomas Sanders for providing the queer content my repressed soul needed throughout middle school and beyond.

Thank you Thomas Sanders @thatsthat24

My foot has been hurting for the last five days and is making it agonizing to try and do my PT.

Nothing looks wrong, it’s not a joint (I think?)

It doesn’t hurt all the time but if I bend my foot up towards my ankle it hurts or point it.

This is weird

Help Me Get New Mobility Aids!!!

Happy Disability Pride Month! I initially wasnt going to make a post to try to get new mobility aids/tools, but I really need them, so what the hell.

I am a multiply disabled Black lesbian and I have been without proper supportive mobility since the start of the pandemic. I had many of my things broken or thrown away during this time period, and I thought I could go without but its been so long and I really cant anymore.

I need smart/ergonomic forearm crutches because regular forearm crutches wreck my fragile hypermobile wrists, I need braces for both legs and ankles, a shower bench and detachable showerhead. All of this combined is a bit over $550.

I REALLY need this, esp the crutches! My mobility and bodily autonomy would be GREATLY increased If I was able to get these items. I

CA: $sleepyhen

VN: wildwotko

Dm for P@ypal

TLDR?: Disabled Black Lesbian needs new mobility aids for increased mobility and autonomy.

So I have a question for others with diagnosed hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome

When I was diagnosed, the doctor said to me that there are no pain meds that can help with my pain that he is willing to give me because the only ones strong enough to work are highly addictive or can make you “high as a kite” in his words.

Has anyone else been told this? I mean it’s true low level pain meds don’t work on my joint pain but still, is there anything?