My Breakfast In Bed This Morning Because This Is All I Can Stomach For An Actual Meal.

My breakfast in bed this morning because this is all I can stomach for an actual meal.

~Tried drinking a glass of water, but aversion made me dump the 2nd half out.

~Ate two slices from the apple my son is having with his breakfast

~🫠

Never thought I'd need a bowl so much in my life until now

i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side

ADHD pro tip: Use psychological warfare on yourself.

For example, in order to do long tasks, like folding laundry, I put on the Mario Hat:

The main feature of the Mario hat is that my headset does not fit over it, so when The Bees™ try to put me back in front of the screen, the headset issue forces me to remember why I put the Mario hat on, and back to the task I go

As a bonus, the Mario hat is also a very clear indicator to my housemates that business is getting done, and they have learned not to distract me when I'm wearing the "goofy-ass cosplay hat"

It's not stupid if it works.

Me with dairy. Me with eggs. Delicious Torture. It is always worth it. It is never worth it. Hnnnnggggggg

Honestly the most mildly infuriating thing about being disabled is having the gastrointestinal capabilities of a sickly Victorian child. I ate one (1) hot chicken wing and now I'm curled up in my bed in pain. Why would God create something so delicious only to forbid me from eating it? I understand now why Eve ate the fruit of Eden. Anyway it was worth it, would do again. I do feel like my stomach is going to explode, though.

I feel this so much. It's also startling that when I passed as abled and passed as neurotypical, I was treated vastly different that I am now. (Now that I stopped masking for the most part and am also quite physically disabled and on the decline) you're glanced at differently. Actually looked at differently. Treated/spoken to differently. It's so irritating.

getting disabled over a period of time is so weird, because sometimes i’ll just see something, let’s say about running, and think “i should do that!” and then i slowly realise that i can’t run anymore. i can barely even walk. it’s weird because there wasn’t one event that happened that made me like it. there wasn’t a day where i woke up and couldn’t run anymore. it was slow and gradual. and sometimes i realise how much ive lost that i didn’t even realise because it all happened so gradually. sometimes it feels like yesterday i could run and today i can’t, and sometimes it feels like forever ago that i could.