Psa For Cane, Crutch, And Wheelchair Users Getting Top Surgery:

psa for cane, crutch, and wheelchair users getting top surgery:

you will not be able to exert much effort with your arms. self supporting with a cane or crutch or self propelling in your wheelchair is inadvisable.

make sure you have a support person to help you, or be prepared to be using your legs more if you are able.

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Wishing that my mom would stop trying to give me advice when I talk about how much pain I’m in. Like, no, it’s not dehydration. Going to bed earlier won’t cure my chronic pain.

Screaming and crying in agony for two nights in a row because I tried to exercise and ended up pulling every muscle in both legs. Taking days off work and wondering how many days I can take off before I get fired. Indirectly being called lazy by my mom, who thinks that I have a sensory processing issue rather than the reality that no, I’m not imagining this pain.

Spending so much time in my room. Not because I’m “lazy,” but because walking is hell. She claims that I’m on my computer too much. Okay. When’s the last time I was on it for more than an hour? At least a month. Because my hands and wrists are killing me constantly.

She wants me to know how to do stuff on my own, but never has the time to teach me anything. Gets mad at me for not knowing things that I was never taught. Mad at me for not being able to read her mind. For being “rude,” when I can’t actually control the tone of my voice. Like, come on. You literally work with autistic kids for a living. You should know at least SOMETHING about autism, then.

She just. Doesn’t listen. Ever. It’s always a fight. I talk about how I felt abandoned as a kid and she gets mad at me for “calling her a shitty mother.” No. I said that my child-brain felt abandoned and alone because I was the one standing up for you when my dad treated you like an object. I spent the majority of my childhood hiding from my dad and brother, and you spent all that time rolling over and doing what you were told.

Stop saying you understand my pain. You don’t know what it’s like to watch your health decline, to wonder how long it’ll be before you don’t have the strength to get out of bed. To wonder if you have the mental capacity to care about your own death, because you accepted the inevitably of death when you were six years old.

But I can’t tell her that. Because then I’m the one being cruel

ITS NOT MT FAULT THAT IM SICK

Another question for my tumblr census...

Do what you feel is most accurate, even if there is some nuance. If nothing feels accurate enough for you, do other.

Therapist: You’re stuck in negative thoughts about yourself and the world around you

Me: Yeah, I know that. How do I fix it?

Therapist: That’s something only you can do

Well what the fuck am I paying you for then?!