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It's her day

(I did this half asleep at 11:30 last night)

I think the reason I connected to house so much this time around as opposed to the last time I tried to watch it (and only managed one season) is the chronic pain

When I last watched it my injury was brand new. I hurt, and I hurt a lot, but as far as I know the doctors could fix it. I would eventually go through so many scans and see physical therapists and people I assume are experts in Backs™ and yet. It's been a decade since my injury and it hurts, it hurts all the time and every day. Sometimes it hurts a little, sometimes it hurts a lot, but it never does not hurt. And a few years ago it became clear: I am going to be in pain for the rest of my life.

I've never seen another show other than house talk about that, represent that, treat it with respect. House sucks and is often capable of being a deeply horrible person but we never ever forget that he's in pain. It's never mocked, it's never discarded, treatments wear off and the medication he uses is addictive poison. His injury is technically much worse than mine. But it's the same thing: it hurts. And it hurts all the time. And it's never going to not hurt.

So yeah. There's a lot of other appeal to the show, there's lots of reasons to like it, and I do like it on the merit of other characters and just because I really like case of the week shows.

But I can't deny that when House talks about being in pain, I get it. I get it now like I simply didn't eight or nine years ago. And people keep telling that I'm brave for living like this, but I don't have any choice. It's either pain or it's death. And House is the same.

It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?

Turns out, the number of specialists I needed to freak out on to get a psychiatrist appointment was exactly one.

Happy Disability Pride Month!!!

Remember Folks:

- SELF CARE IS NUMBER ONE

- Use your spoons sparingly! Here’s some spoons to go: 🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄

- Clean your mobility aids! (Seriously dude when was the last time you wiped that shit down with an antibacterial?)

- Accommodate yourself, as others will follow.

- Make goals within your reach and abilities

- DO YOUR COPINGS SKILLS

- Remember to stay hydrated and take your meds!

- For my fellow heat sensitive homies, stay cool this summer! A cold rag draped behind your neck, airy clothing, a small portable hand fan, keeping ice packs ready, cold water and expecially cold electrolyte drinks, all do wonders!

- For my fellow autistic folks, don’t be afraid wear earmuffs, stim, use chew charms, whatever it is that helps you regulate. You don’t have to mask if it’s something that isn’t benefitting to your life.

- POTS havin mofos like me, salt the ever loving fuck out of your food. Try different foods with salt, such as fruits and vegetables! I’m currently eating a salty tomato. Drink lots of water, I’ve been aiding gateraid packets to my water and it’s made a HUGE difference, especially as someone who hates drinking water.

- Those with PTSD for whatever reason, I wish you safety and support as you learn to cope and hopefully heal.

- I don’t know exactly what to say to others with H-EDS, as I’m still understanding this disorder other then BE CAREFUL WITH YOURSELF THIS PRIDE MONTH. I swear to god we are the most accident prone mother fuckers lmfao-

- If your immune system is all fucky like mine, keep clean and be sanitary, communicate with others that if they’re sick you can’t be around them, and wear a mask if you feel like that’s the right option for you. In my hometown I’ve gotten yelled at more than once for wearing a mask post-covid, however you can’t let someone else’s ignorance result in your own suffering.

- Don’t forget to move around and stretch! A little movement can do a lot for your body.

- Check in with your disabled friends! Try and see if there’s any way you can help one another, see where both of your strengths and weaknesses lie, and swap some spoons!!

- Be aware of what triggers your disorders. Whether if it’s caffeine triggering bipolar episodes, the weather causing fibro flares, big changes causing meltdowns, overexerting your hypermobility, whatever it is, it matters. Listen to your body and mind.

- Don’t be afraid to call out that doctor who isn’t listening, dismissing your symptoms and medically gaslighting you.

- While it may not seem like a big difference for some, trust me when I say your appetite is so important! Remember if it comes down to it, that it’s better to eat something, ANYTHING, than nothing at all. 

- To that person who might be hesitant, ashamed or might be questioning wether or not they should use a mobility aid, if it’s the difference between you being stuck at home vs going out and living some life… USE THAT MOBILITY AID!!! Same goes for braces and any other tool that may help you live a better quality of life.

- Be accepting towards those with disabilities different then your own- remember this month isn’t a competition about who’s struggling the most, rather to understand that people of physical, psychological, sensory, neurodivergence, and even undiagnosed disabilities all share one thing in common.. WHICH IS BEING DISABLED!

- Doesn’t matter who you are, how young or old, black or white, thick or thin - the disabled minority is one you can end up becoming a part of at any time, and likely will if you live long enough. Disability doesn’t discriminate, so EVERYONE should be advocating for disabled people’s rights.

- And of course, have pride in being disabled. This shit is fucking hard, but if you’re reading this, you’re doing it. Just being here today and doing what you can handle or manage, is doing your best, and that’s enough. You don’t have to push yourselves to impossible lengths to be proud of yourself.

Here, have the disability pride flag:

The Mandalorian by kiyomeji (x).

Something I’ve learned while being in constant pain is that I hate the feeling of anger. It doesn't feel righteous or good or strong, it feels sick and childish. in my mind i understand why i am angry, its a lot for anyone to go through, especially because i have no idea if ill ever be able to work or function normally again, but it still feels so weak and undeserving.

IT'S TIME TO GET SPOOKY