audience test
How many disorders do you match with me
NPD
ASPD
STPD
ADHD
AUTISM
SENSORY PROCESSING DISORDER
MAN LOVING MEN (the worst one)
C-DID
C-PTSD
DYSLEXIA
LIKES PICKLES
BIPOLAR / MANIC DEPRESSION
GENERALIZED ANXIETY DISORDER
SELECTIVE MUTISM (fluctuates)
HYPER MOBILITY DISORDER
RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME
INSOMNIA
HCD (huge cock disorder. contagious so I have to be quarantined)
(all medically recognized. don't come @ me because I'm a fucked up guy) ((huge cock disorder is self diagnosed but you have to believe me))
this was actually a very vulnerable post to make but I want ableists to block me and we should not be ashamed to be disordered
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Hey losers💕
Thank you again for getting me over 200 followers!
Played around with some makeup today and I feel hot as fuck 💁🏼♀️💁🏼♀️
I know some of you like my glasses so here you go you get one with and without 😝
You’re welcome 😂
Anyways hope you have a great Saturday! I see you at check in tonight 💕
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Being medicated doesn't mean becoming normal.
There's this trope I've seen in media, mentally ill that take meds and suddenly become neurotypical. To me this was a harmful fantasy, thinking that medicine means cure, and a fast one.
The reality of meds is often disappointing. You still find your limitations and differences. Lots of underground symptoms and sensitivities don't ever vanish.
Being bipolar myself it often left me perplexed, the fact that I was receiving correct treatment, but still struggled. Not with acute episodes, just a baby version of previous symptoms.
I'm trying to accept bipolar as my personal disability. I figured that medicine is my support, like a cane could be for those with physical disabilities. It means I'm still not like the rest and I will always struggle, but man is it nice to have some help...
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That post about John growing up around Dutch's bpd has my brain flooded with headcanons now. Holding my hands up, these are kinda based on personal experience...
There would be weird times when, almost spur of the moment, Arthur would take John on hunting trips, just the two of them, sometimes for days. It confused John at first, he wasn't even sure Arthur liked him that much when Dutch first found him, and it took a long while for them to bond. John would eventually look forward to them, having no idea they always occurred around the same time Dutch would be having "a bad few days" and Hosea encouraged Arthur to get the poor kid far away until it passed.
One time, possibly while Arthur was visiting Eliza and Isaac, or Mary, there was no one to take John on a trip when Dutch began acting odd. Hosea would have but he never liked to leave Dutch alone for too long in this state. John would ask Hosea why Dutch didn't wanna leave his tent and Hosea would wave it off that he wasn't feeling well and best to leave him be.
But John feels bad. He wants to help Dutch the way Dutch helped him, took care of him when he would have starved to death. So one evening, while Hosea has gone into town, he brings Dutch some stew in his tent. Dutch just sees someone sneaking in the dark and shoves them to the floor, puts a knife to their throat and threatens to skin them slowly. The boy's whimper makes him freeze and he turns the lamp on to see John trembling under his hand. He yells at him, accuses him of trying to steal his stuff, rants about how he can't trust anyone before screaming at the kid to leave. Hosea comes back to find John's run off, but quickly tracks him down to where he's hiding in the woods, distraught. He comforts the boy, brings him back to camp, and tells him not to take anything Dutch says seriously when he's "like this".
Once Dutch's mood improves, Hosea tells him how he gave poor John a fright and should apologise. Dutch does no such thing, he won't even admit to having done wrong, not willing to face up to his actions, or perhaps too ashamed to believe he did them. But he sees the way John looks at him now, that wide-eyed worship dimmed with fear, the flinch whenever he reaches to touch him. He won't apologise with words, but with a gift or two, buying back the boy's affection, maybe even take him out fishing or shooting, lecture him in that flowery speech of his, show him everything is back to normal and it was just a one off. Won't happen again. Not worth remembering or speaking of. And John doesn't. The presents and quality time and soft words soon push that fear into the back of his mind.
Dutch would never hurt him, never throw him aside... Arthur and Hosea were right; it was nothing to worry about...
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