#medication talk

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hey so... I know this may sound weird... but could I request the BAU team learning that one of their younger teammembers (Reader) is struggling with severe depression? Like maybe one night Reader stays behind at the office to "work on papers" but instead he uses the time alone to sulk and cry to himself because he's too emotionally exhausted to even stand up and go home. Maybe Derek or Hotch go back to the office because he forgot something and find Reader just... crying and screaming (cause I wanna scream when I'm extremely hurt)

I understand if you're not comfortable with this type of request. No need to feel obligated to do this

I don't mind doing these sorts of requests at all, I find it comforting and therapeutic aha. Feel free to send me as many of these as you like. Also Aaron and reader are not in a romantic relationship in the fic, just platonic or familial aha

Warnings: depression, maybe self harm(?) - reader punches something multiple times, also this might be cringe idk, oh talks of medication and antidepressants

Word count: 990

The case was tough, all cases were tough - you worked for the BAU, of course all the cases were tough. But, surprisingly, this wasn't exactly what was bothering you. You couldn't actually pinpoint what it was, but there was a heavy feeling on your chest for the last few days, growing slowly. Expanding. Getting heavier. You had grown used to the lump in the back of your throat, but now you were struggling. The tears were ready to fall, already burning at the back of your eyes, begging to be let free after being held back for three days.

"What's your plans for the night?" Morgan turns to you, wiggling his eyebrows.

You force a smile and a laugh, unsure if it actually reaches your eyes. "Not much. I need to stay here, finish this report. I'm far too behind and I don't want Hotch on my ass,"

This wasn't actually the truth. You were slightly behind, yes. But that wasn't why you were staying behind. You felt too exhausted to move, a different exhausted to being physically tired. You were mentally tired, everything took so much effort all you wanted to do was curl into a ball and watch the world pass by. You wanted to lay in bed and sleep, to do nothing.

Morgan nods in understanding, he knew what it was like to behind on paperwork. "Been there, done that, Kid," He chuckles. "Good luck."

"Don't stay too late," JJ says, "And don't forget to get something to eat." You smile, this time it's not fake. You were only a year younger than Spencer, but apparently it caused the rest of the team to see you as the baby of the team.

"I won't," You reply, "Now, shoo, go home!" You just wanted to be on your own. You couldn't deal with socialising right now, the idea of it too exhausting.

And the team, one by one, leave the bullpen. JJ to her family, Emily to her cat, Garcia, Rossi, Morgan, Reid. And then you're alone. It takes a moment to register this. Alone, free to finally let it out.

You sigh, letting your head fall to the desk with a soft thud. Everyone was gone, it was just you. The emotions flooded back to the surface and before you know it, the tears are rolling and you are trying to stiffle your sobs. Hiccups echo loudly through the bullpen and you can't help but be relieved it's just you.

"Come on, (Y/N)," You growl to yourself, "Get a fucking grip."

You feel your emotions double, and you don't know what to do with yourself. You roughly swipe the tears away from your cheeks as you sniff. Your emotions in your throat, desperate to escape.

You're not sure what you're doing until your fist hits the desk and an ache spreads through your knuckles. But it distracts you. So you do it again. And again.

A noise escapes the back of your throat, filled with pain and anguish. Yet the source of this anguish is still unknown. You still don't know what exactly it was that caused this. But the sound helps. You cut yourself off with a sob, covering your face with your now bruised hands.

"(Y/N)?" Hotch. Fuck. "Are you alright?"

You drag your hands over your face and you straighten yourself in your chair. "Of course," You lie with ease, "I'm fine,"

You hear Hotch sigh deeply behind you. You watch out of the corner of your eyes as Hotch grabs a chair from the desk next to you, pushing it so it's closer and sits on it.

"I get it if you don't want to talk to me, but I'm here if you need to. I can just keep you company if you'd like." He says, a minute of silence passes between the two of you before he starts talking again. "Jack's at a friend's house for the night, it's his first sleepover and he was so excited this morning he could barely sit still long enough to eat his breakfast."

You don't reply, choosing to focus on a spot directly in front of you, trying to force your feelings and tears to subside.

"He's tried to sleepover a friend's house before, by the time it was nine, I had to go and pick him up. He said he was scared of the shadow the coats made," Hotch said, you can't help but smile softly. Seeing this, Hotch continues, "He ran into my arms when I got there. But he was adamant this morning that he would be able to do it, he said he was nearly fully grown,"

"Must make you wonder where the time went," You find yourself saying, Hotch turns to you, a small smile painting his lips as he nods.

"Yeah, it really does," There's another pause.

"I don't know," You say, "I don't know what's wrong. But everything's... difficult. I- My medications weren't working, they're transferring me to a different kind but it can take a few weeks to work. Apparently this is what I'm like with low doses of medication,"

"Our bodies take time to adjust." Hotch said with a small shrug, "When they switched me from Prozac, it took me a few weeks to feel relatively normal."

You gape at him. Did he just casually tell you that he was also on antidepressants?

"You're looking at me like I've grown another head," Aaron said.

"Sorry," You reply sheepishly. "I just wasn't expecting you to be on antidepressants,"

Aaron gives you a look of understanding, "That's okay," He said, "Come on. Let's go back to mine, we can put on a show and just eat ice cream, I don't want you to be alone right now,"

You pause, pondering for a moment before nodding, grabbing your bag as you both stood up. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing that Hotch was here after all.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x male reader #depression self harm #medication talk #medication #male reader #x male reader #spencer reid x reader #reader #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #david rossi #aaron hotchner x male reader #plantonic x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x male reader #hotch x reader #depressed reader

[quietly-by-myself]

hello, I came to pitch this Thought that I've had for too long to you because your writing would be the only way I could read it ☠️

Simply just whumpee (s) with split/chapped lips, many ideas that I can't write so I figured I'd leave them with you!

- 🐘 (idk just wanted to share this with you! 🫶🏽)

So I had a few scenarios in mind, but I wanted to write something with my comfort characters (Fearon and Jules, lol).

There's a brief foreword I put below the cut because I don't doubt that I have followers grieving the loss of a loved one from cancer. So, fuck cancer. You get to go under heavy CWs.

CW: terminal illness, cancer, vampire caretaker, human whumpee, disability, broken bones, medication talk

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Chapped lips are common in people with terminal cancer. By the time Jules was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he was in advanced stage four pancreatic cancer with metastasis to his bones, liver, lungs, and gastric system. This led him to break his bones very, very easily.

It's only at an advanced stage, when Jules just couldn't take the pain anymore, that Fearon turned him. This was Jules' choice, not Fearon's.

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"Your lips are drying out."

Fearon sat on the side of the bed, watching his love lay there, hardly able to move from the pain the ran throughout his entire body. Fearon was entirely helpless in it all. He was an immortal vampire with the ability to manipulate gravity, yet he was helpless to help his love.

Dying was never easy. Fearon presumed it shouldn't be, considering that the point of life was to stay alive. However, of all the ways he'd seen someone go out, cancer had to be the most horrific.

To say that Jules' lips were chapped was an understatement - they were actively bleeding. Just another source of pain for the human he loved.

Now that Fearon had made the decision to turn Jules, he was just waiting for the word from Jules. Jules was stubborn and didn't want to give in, not so easily. He was insistent on eating his favorite meal once more before Fearon turned him.

However, they both knew that it was impossible. If it wasn't possible a month ago, it surely would never be possible again. The cancer was fast and had taken over everything - it had broken Jules' bones, made him unable to eat, turned his eyes and skin a faint yellow color.

God, how Fearon despised having to watch it all.

"Do you have petroleum jelly?"

Jules' voice was horribly weak. He hadn't eaten in days, could hardly keep water down. His throat was scratchy and each time he coughed, the look of agony from his broken ribs broke Fearon's heart.

Fearon was a little surprised. "I think I do, but what use is it?"

"It'll help my lips."

Fearon nodded and went to his medicine cabinet. Ever since Jules had moved in and quit his job due to the cancer, Fearon had been working on stocking his house with everything a human needed, even if Jules wouldn't be human for long.

Gently, Fearon took a bit of the jelly and sat back next to Jules. He gently rubbed the petroleum jelly onto his lips. Jules hissed a bit, but soon enough, Fearon saw the look go away. The bleeding was abating a bit. Maybe it was helping.

"I hate cancer," Jules said with a sob.

"I do too." Fearon looked off to the side. What was he supposed to say?

"I'll have you turn me soon. I can't keep going like this."

Fearon nodded, then looked at Jules. He could tell the burden that the suffering was having on him. "I can give you some Dial so you can sleep a bit."

"It won't cure my cancer."

"I know. But, at least allow yourself rest."

Jules sobbed some more, hugging himself with what little strength he had. "What if it's the last time? I'm scared to sleep, Fearon."

"I promise I won't let that happen. I'll turn you before it can."

To that, Jules had little to say. Fearon was wringing his hands a little. Eventually, Jules nodded and motioned for Fearon to go get the Dial. Fearon gave Jules a pill and held his hand as he took it.

"I won't let you die."

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Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad @whumpsday @pigeonwhumps @oddsconvert @sparrowsage @darkthingshappen

#terminal illness #cancer #vampire caretaker #human whumpee #disability #broken bones #medication talk #an earthly cosmological redshift #whump

[waterspoutskies]

The Chronicles of Fuck Insurance

WE ARE PARTYING TODAY.

Went to my psych (in person! Yay! Home for the summer!) and got a refill order for my ADHD med. We love the ADHD med, I've been taking it exactly as prescribed and yeah I'll probably start running into the refill need. Cool.

The details, ladies and gentlemen and also the cryptids. I got that refill order put in from my psych for my local branch of the Brand Name Pharmacy. (This is not my pharmacy, where I get my medications from usually. I am getting ADHD medication from the Brand Name Pharmacy cause my usual pharma is on backorder. You know, all that fun stuff that's been happening lately.)

I also use this Brand Name Pharmacy for my ADHD meds while I'm at school! So there should be no issue with the medication moving to a different location of the Brand Name Pharmacy because I'm already in their system. Not even thirty minutes later I get the following text from the Brand Name Pharmacy.

NAME, Your Rx for [ADHD Med] is not covered by insurance. Order details: etc etc.

This is the same Brand Name Pharmacy that I'm already using, already a patient for. At the Brand Name Pharmacy at school, there were no issues with insurance not accepting my Rx. My prescribing doctor is the one that put the order in, I did not make the refill request, so it can't be catching on a restriction of some kind. And what's more, my prescription insurance coverage is with this Brand Name Pharmacy.

Interesting. Very interesting. So now I get to go sort that out, apparently. Just what I wanted to do today.

#The Chronicles of Learning to be ADHD #mental health discussion #(ish) #medication talk #ADHD #Living with ADHD #Adult ADHD #Paloma Talks #The Chronicles of Insurance Can Go Fuck Itself

[aspiringsextoy]

🤔🤔🤔🥰🥰🥰

i've decided sundays are going to be my t days so it's not on the sabbath

i’m very sleepy rn, i went to my first play party last night and had a blast but now i'm soooo tired

#mine #medication talk #casataco

[cripple-cryptid]

Okay so I said I would give updates on my experience.

So I'm used to meds making me tired, or dizzy. Most of my morning meds make me drowsy enough it's not safe to drive, and so I am forced to take a short nap.

Lyrica made me sleepy much quicker and it was much more intense. That isn't necessarily a bad thing as I'm supposed to get some more sleep. However, the length of the nap was doubled, and I woke up still groggy and the brain fog was insane. This extra bit of sleepiness went away after 30 minutes, thankfully.

I did at one point have to get up and turn off the heater, and while I already get intense dizziness and nearly black out rather regularly, I haven't been so dizzy I stop feeling my limbs. At least, not in several years, and not to this extent.

Having said that, this is dose one. First time ever. I have to give my body time to get used to this. And I'll still be careful.

I honestly still like it, even if I haven't had the full effect yet.

#l!fe #disabled #chronic illness #spoonie #chronic pain #disability #medication talk #lyrica

[quantumvaudeville]

Hey you ever just kinda,,

#shitpost #medication talk

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Reminder that Palestinians in Gaza are being deliberately starved by Israel. Families in gaza are boiling plant leaves and eating them. They're also eating animals and birds food to stay alive. There are reported cases of kids and infants who died out of hunger and/ or cold. Starving people is part of genocide too. Remember how fast medicine was provided for the Israeli hostages, while Palestinians are starving for food and water and getting operations and amputations performed with no medication or anesthesia whatsoever.

#now before anyone says anything i think it's important that hostages get their medicine but i also think Palestinians should too #israel is fully capable of providing medication and food but chooses not to and that's what I'm talking about #palestine #gaza #israel #important #current events #free palestine #ethnic cleansing #free gaza #gaza strip #gaza under attack

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[thinksparklez]

TFW you argue for 3 years that you don't wanna go back on your meds because it kills your appetite, but now you wake up at 4 AM every day with stomach aches and no appetite.

The system is RIGGED against me, I say!!!

#sparky says #sparky shush #anxiety #medication talk

[themostfinalofpams]

Weening off of one antidepressant to start another blows right now, I feel the lack of motivation and excitement that I had before I started vraylar a month and a half-ish back 😫

#still on the vraylar switching from a medication I’d been on since 2018 to prozac #supposed to maybe help with OCD symptoms too #maybe I should’ve just upped the vraylar after all 🥲 #medication talk #medication #medication mention #here’s the spiel

[waterspoutskies]

1, 26, 38

Hi there Schro

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Frankly, I almost feel I shouldn't even dignify this with a response, especially as someone who professes to do a considerable amount of their writing by hand. If I'm using Docs, it's whatever the default in there is. If I'm using my notes app, it's whatever the default font on the phone is. Otherwise, I'm writing by hand, which, shoutout ReMarkable, the most fantastic niche thing I've ever owned. They don't have a tumblr or else I'd tag them to sing their praises. And yes, despite my magical tablet, I still keep a supply of notebooks around. Write physically. Have the feel.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

Oh my, this is... a complex one, to say the least! Hmm, I tend to use music as a general starting brushstroke for characterization (never showtunes, as those are character developments for their own character already!) and so I can usually attribute a song or two to a character and how I write them. That's the most straightforward replication to how I get started, I'd say.

As for getting out, uh. I just... Stop writing? I've only had genuine trouble disconnecting from a character once before, and that was a unique set of experiences compounded by some other "things" going on. And I've only followed a particular characterization to a regret point once in twelve years.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

Oh, hmm. That I think is particularly weird... Well, I suppose the weirdest thing I can think of is that I tend to write my best in the time between taking my sleep medication and actually falling asleep. With my phone redshifted of course, I'm not ridiculous.

If that's not suitably weird, I apologize! It's what I've got. I write pretty normally, so far as I know.

As for what cats say, I've seen Billi. I've had at least one cat in the house for my entire life. They are happy when we do things exactly as they ordered, when they order, and never unasked unless it's filling the food bowl. Otherwise they are mad. I would fight God and then some to have another day with my cat even though she would spend the entire time sitting across the room looking away from me to indicate her disinterest in my presence.

Thank you Schro~

#ask game #Question Paloma #Is anybody listening? #You heard? No. #my writing #about my writing #medication talk

[parisoonic]

People in glass houses Heavy...

#tf2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #team fortress 2 #cringefail....together #suburdan dad medic strikes again #heavymedic #originally heavy was just saying 'sounds cringe ngl' #my boyf talked me out of it but HMMM

[aspiringsextoy]

Were you a good puppy?

not yet i haven't had the time 🥺 i'm gonna do my t shot as soon as my tattoo's done tho :)

#puppy pl4y #casataco #medication talk

[primeministerofantarctica]

honestly the worst side effect of meds isnt nauseau or appetite loss its the fact that i dont get the hyperfixation rush anymore :(

like "holy shit oh my fucking god i love this thing so much im gonna explode" is one of the best feelings, but now it's just like "oh, i really like this thing :)" which isnt the saaaaaaaaammmmmme 😔

#me: can i please get some emotional regulation #also me: No Not Like That #astra rambles #personal #medication talk

[transmascissues]

I love you lifelong vaginal atrophy

i love you topical estrogen that treats atrophy and doesn’t interfere with testosterone at all. i love you modern medicine that makes safe and harmless transitions possible. i love you health professionals who explained the risks of taking testosterone to me calmly and told me exactly how we would respond to each one if they ever became an issue because they’re not scary or unmanageable if you have good, competent people on your side.

i hate you terf rhetoric that completely ignores the actual reality of testosterone hrt in favor of portraying it as poison. i hate you transphobes who try to make me scared of the medication that gave me my life back.

#these people have no fucking clue what they’re talking about #and anyway. you think atrophy would be the worst of my lifelong health conditions? #these people will be like ‘you’ll be a lifelong medical patient!!!’ okay??? im a fucking cripple i already am #anon hate #examples of transandrophobia #transandrophobia #transandromisia #transmisandry #virilphobia #virilmisia #anti transmasculinity #transmascphobia #trans men #transmascs

[wackarat]

-and the doctor was never heard from again!

#medic tf2 #tf2 engineer #they either talk about normal things or something like how they could durn demoman into a human molotov one or the other #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 fanart #gunslinger