Today, I was out with my nan, eventually we got to the discussion of me getting a job. My mum doesn’t want me to get a job until 3 months into the school year because I’m doing VCE history in yr 10. I spoke about how ill have to look for an employer who doesn’t care about my epilepsy, which is going to be a bit difficult because there are so many teens looking for jobs rn, and I’m pretty sure an employer is going to choose a non-epileptic person rather than me. I made a comment about how crappy it is having all your friends work and you being the only one not working, my nan then proceeded to lecture me about ‘how it’s just the way it is, and that it’s like your pop, he has PTSD, but he can’t do anything about it.”
I’m so sick of all these people, more specifically adults, talking to me and lecturing me and telling me off when it comes to my epilepsy like they know what I’m going through, like they understand. They can sympathise sure, but only on a certain level, their understanding doesn’t go as deep as mine does, and I’m so sick of them pretending that they have that understanding.
And it’s not just the adults in my life that do it, so do my friends. They try to understand, they try to say things to support me when I’m anxious to the lead up of a hospital appointment. They don’t understand that this hospital appointment could literallly change the way my life is operating, it could change everything. They don’t know that anxiety of whether this hospital appointment is going to be the one when they tell you that your never going to come off your meds. They don’t know the utter disappointment and regret that you feel when you come to consciouness after a seizure and realise what happened. They don’t understand that gut wrenching fear that you feel coming out of a seizure, on the floor, limbs sore, nauseous, with an excruciating headache not having a clue what happened or where you are.
Being a teenager is overwhelming. Being a teenager with a chronic illness who constantly lives in fear of having a seizure while also dealing with the crappy people who tease you for it or force harmful stereotypes on you is a whole other level.
The point of this post is that I’m so sick of people pretending to know what I’m going through, I’m so sick of it that it makes me want to scream. And I’m so sick of having epilepsy.
This ^^
PSA from Blobby. Something we should talk about more ❤️
You wanna know what one of my fav tropes are? Well too bad I’m gonna tell you anyway. One of my fav trope is… when the MC and (love interest/side character/antagonist/friend) other character is locked somewhere and has to cuddle to keep warm and stay alive.
Thanks for the tag @totallynotaterrorist !
A-Almost There from Princess and the Frog
B-Burn from Hamilton
B-Blue Hair by TV Girl
Y-You should be Dancing by the Bee-Gees
@youvebeenlivingfictional
spell out your name or url with songs !!
P - Prom Queen (Beach Bunny)
I - I’ll Make Cereal (Cavetown)
G - girls (girl in red)
E - Empty Bed (Cavetown)
O - Oh Ana (Mother Mother)
N - No Surprised (Radiohead)
tagging: @angerycat @ast3ria-blue @swiftieannah @melancholy-melomaniac @melancholypessimism @whyybesocial @i-have-no-idea-111 @the-literary-anything-blog @underappreciatedtomato @livelaughlovebillzo @charlie-is-missing @chronic-stressed @v4nillaskies @nonsensical-space-ghost @alm0std34d and any other mutuals or people who want to join in !!
OMFG MY ENGLISH CLASS HAS LITERALLY SAID THAT FANFICS ARE AN OPTION!!! Ok, let me elaborate- in English, we’ve been reading a novel. Today, we have to go through a list of tasks and choose something to do about the novel. ONE OF THE OPTIONS IS FANFICTION! THEY ARE TRYING TO SMOKE US OUT.
And bestie you best believe that I’m doing it.
No, not all people with epilepsy have seizures when you flash the lights. No that doesn’t mean you should test it out right now. Your just going to do it anyway, aren’t you?
Epilepticon Day 1 Prompt
Hi guys! Welcome to Epilepticon! I hope to be seeing everyone’s awesome posts throughout the month! As today is the first day, and this month is Epilepsy Awareness Month, we’re going to start off with a classic serious prompt:
What’s one thing you wish people understood more about epilepsy? Is it something you find yourself explaining over and over again, or something you don’t even attempt to explain because you know people won’t understand anyway, or just a common myth/disinformation/misunderstanding?
Can you do something for me, please?
I want you to reblog this if you believe that two people can be very close and physically affectionate with one another, but still have a completely nonsexual, non-romantic relationship.
Even if the two people in question are capable of being sexually or romantically attracted to one another.
Because the friendship I share with someone I consider family in a way that transcends blood has been typecast as a romantic relationship ENTIRELY too many times, and I’m beginning to get sick of it.
So i don’t know if anyone will even see this, but basically, at my school we have a tutoring program and i am in it for advanced English. Every lesson we start off with ten minutes writing to do with the prompt given. This was what i wrote: I’m posting because I’m actually quite happy with what i wrote for once. The prompt was; Slowly the embers flickered, fighting against the cold. Here’s what i wrote:
Atheria stared into the fire, the heat burning into her eyes and burning her skin. As the night entered it’s fullest form, and the air grew impossibly cold, the embers flickered-fighting against the cold. The crudely built fire struggled to stay alive, the last flames beginning to die off. She huddled closer, trying to squeeze the last ounces of heat from the fire, in useless hopes that she might stay warm. Unsurprisingly, the fire died, and Atheria was left frigid, and alone.
She was awoken by the sun’s bright rays gently caressing her eyelids, as if saying to “it’s time, you must awaken” in a sweet, honey like voice. The first sound she heard was the light rushing of the stream nearby. The sound of the stream was accompanied by a symphony of sounds as the native wildlife awoke, and the world around her began to come to life. The long-dead fire laid limply beside her, not a single plume of smoke arose; she would have to find more wood, dry wood if possible.
hey if you're a UK resident can you sign this petition and if not please rb to spread the word
this is an official UK government petition that they have to respond to if it reaches 10,000 signatures
Thanks for the tag! (p.s so true @totallynotaterrorist I straight up adopt people who like my fanfics 💀)
Your turn! @friendlyneighbourhoodfanficer @egonspenglersweetie @artistictrinityarts
Yay :D
No pressure: @smolldust @dizzthetired @randomperson1638 @specificyeetcapacity
And everyone who wants to try
If you're an archaeologist* and have a Tumblr, reblog this or sound off in the comments! I figured it's high time we put together a directory of sorts.
*for our purposes, archaeologist can mean someone who has or is working on a degree in archaeology, you don't necessarily have to be currently practicing. If you have a blog that is specifically archaeology focused, include that and what your specialty is!