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starsurface · 2 months

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Hai! Been regressed all day because I’ve come down with a icky sickness and i dont feel so good :< Could I maybe get some Mk11 Kano Cg hcs of him looking after a sick/ill baby regressor?- ✨

No cause like, I've been sick for almost a week and it's only gotten worse, especially in the past two days >:(

There's some silly virus going around, and I'm sorry you caught it, darling :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano w/ Sick Babyspace Regressor Hcs

⚔️ Kano, as much as I love him, isn't the best person

⚔️ Probably teased you for being sick when it wasn't that bad

⚔️ Like, come on, you aren't that sick, stop being all dramatic

⚔️ But when your symptoms began to worsen, he actually became super worried

⚔️ At first you just felt a bit icky, but now you can't feel half your face with how congested it is, your throats all scratchy, it hurts to talk, you're practically panting because you can't breathe through your nose

⚔️ ^ Apologies, I'm projecting, I feel incredibly icky rn

⚔️ He feels really bad that he didn't take your sickness seriously when he could have helped you when it wasn't that bad

⚔️ He feels even worse when you regress really tiny because of how icky you feel :(

⚔️ Don't you worry, Uncle Kano's gonna take good care of you now, Sweetheart

⚔️ Since your really tiny, he'll swaddle you in your favorite blankie and rock you, gently shushing your cries

⚔️ Kano's got a pretty tough inume system, so he doesn't get sick easily

⚔️ Because of this you get all the cuddles you could ever ask for

⚔️ Usually when you two cuddle he calls you a Clingy Koala but will die down his teasing because you feel icky and just want some lovin’

⚔️ Ans how could he make fun of you for that? Poor thing

⚔️ Kano, surprisingly, is a pretty decent chef, and will make you some bomb chicken noodle soup

⚔️ ^ I recommend Princess Chicken noodle soup, it makes me feel a bit better

⚔️ He'll spoon feed you so you don't spill anything by accident

⚔️ He'll get you some yummy Sprite and saltines if your feelings hungry

⚔️ Like, he'll get you actual food if you'd like, but those are some of the go to sick snacks he knows of

⚔️ Will not let you have munchies if you can't stomach anything though, he doesn't wanna make you throw up on purpose :(

⚔️ He'll clear his entire schedule just to make sure he can look after you

⚔️ Kanos not a very nice man, but he refuses to leave his bab’s side when they feel all icky like this

⚔️ Plus Kabal can do all the Black Dragon work for a few days <3

⚔️ Unfortunately, you might need to have some nasty medicine :(

⚔️ He'll get you some yummy water afterwards and cuddle you

⚔️ He knows some medicine doesn't taste great, but somehow all the yucky ones make people feel better quicker

⚔️ If your little enough to use diapers, he's more comforting about it than usual because your all sick

⚔️ If your throat hurts, he'll make you some warm milk or get you some throat medicine

⚔️ Is also a lot more patient than usual

⚔️ He knows your sick, and he knows you might be already sensitive than usual

⚔️ He also knows that crying because you couldn't find your hair tie isn't something that you'd usually do, but you better know he'll find that hair tie for you (he was probably sitting on it)

⚔️ Usually he'd encourage you to babble, laughing and having conversations with you

⚔️ But now you sound like Bi-Han, all raspy and almost drunk (very bad overall)

⚔️ So he probably expects you to go somewhat nonverbal, cradling you and letting you huff and cry into his chest

⚔️ It's never nice, feeling all icky and bad

⚔️ You'll never have to worry about going through it alone though, he'll become your clingy Koala

⚔️ He'll put on your favorite cartoons or movie, and you two will cuddle in bed

⚔️ He'll try to make you laugh by making jokes or jabbing at one of his friends

⚔️ But if you get irritated at them faster than usual, he'll stop

⚔️ It's no fun making a joke if you both can't laugh about it

⚔️ Kano isn't the best person to help you get better, since he doesn't actually know what he's doing half the time and is completely winging it

⚔️ But he's there for you, thick and thin

⚔️ Your his baby after all, you can't be sick alone, what kind if Dada would he be if he left you all alone? >:(

⚔️ He'll gently clean your face and shush you when you start apologizing

⚔️ There's so need to apologize, your body just feels a bit icky, Sweetheart, no need to be sorry

⚔️ If your too woozy or small to stand up, he'll carry you around so you can feel a bit better by brushing your teeth or taking a quick short

⚔️ Highly encourages sitting under a steamy shower so your face gets unclogged from all the bad stuff in it

⚔️ He'll even help you brush your teeth!! You really don't gotta lift a finger around this man, especially when you're this sick and small!!

⚔️ You becomes his new Teddy bear, and he becomes your new Teddy bear (and servant), that's how the world works <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I hope you feel better!!! <3

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psychoticallytrans · 11 months

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This is gonna be a weird question, and im sorry in advance if i dont word it the best. is it possible to only have temporary psychosis, or, i guess, episodic psychosis? im bipolar (type 2, i *think*, my psychiatrist isnt one for divvying the two up tbqh and im not either) and back when i wasnt medicated, during 2021ish, i had what was most likely a psychotic depression episode (and have probably had more before, but my memory is really bad). i didnt get that diagnosed; i told my school counsellor about how i was feeling and she just kinda went "thats... a little out of my paygrade" sdfghjk. now that im medicated i dont have those kinds of episodes anymore, but, well--my symptoms have gotten worse lately, likely due to stress (i am a trans man, easily clockable as trans, living in florida, plus i've had life stuff going on) and i suppose im just wondering if you have any advice for trying to catch an episode before i'm near the end of it. sorry if this is technically easily-google-able, but i'll be honest, i dont trust random articles more than i trust people with the conditions they're talking about, given how stigmatized a lot of mental illnesses are. thank you for your time !! have a good day !!

No, it's not weird at all! It's certainly not easy to google, if you want accurate information. I'm glad you felt comfortable coming here to ask. Psychosis is a symptom. Specifically, it's a response to stress. Some disorders, like bipolar, make you more prone to it than average, lowering the amount of stress that needs to be applied for you to experience psychosis. For some people, the bar is zero stress applied for them to experience psychosis. For most people, the bar is pretty high, requiring major stress sustained over days for them to experience it- and when the stress is removed, they are no longer psychotic. In other words, the vast majority of people's psychosis is temporary!

It sounds like that for you, the amount of stress required is lower than most, and you're looking out for how to manage an episode. That's a great question to be asking, and I'm glad you're taking care of and looking out for yourself.

The first thing is to think back to your first episode, and think about what symptoms you experienced. Were there hallucinations? Delusions? What were they about, and how did they feel? Identifying what you experienced can help you figure out if you have an episode coming up. For me, the first thing is always hearing things that aren't there, like footsteps. Figuring out what your first thing is can help a lot. Next, think about what might help you figure out what is and isn't real. For visual hallucinations, a lot of people use their phones to check by looking through the camera app. For auditory ones, earplugs and recording then playing back sound are both common ones. For hallucinated smells, most people use nose plugs, but I use essential oils because they work better for me. I cannot smell anything past them, so anything that doesn't smell like the oil ain't real. For taste, I hear a lot of people use an ice cube on the tongue, but I don't have those. Anyone who does, please chime in! For tactile ones, usually touching the spot yourself will help.

Delusions are more complicated, especially when you're in the middle of them. The strategy that works best for me is basically examining my thoughts. First, I figure out if it's rational or not by applying logic. Why am I thinking this? Does it have a good reason behind it? Next, is this thought going to harm me or other people? If not, I leave it alone. You can choose to examine your benign delusions if you like, I just choose not to.

If it is (a common one that falls into this category for me is paranoia about leaving my home when I need groceries), I essentially start laying out an argument against myself, using my past experiences and research to resist the irrational thought (ex. going to the store is safe, even if it wasn't I can kick most people's asses, and if I can't do that I can scream loud enough to alert anyone within about a quarter mile, and even if something crap happens to me, I'm trained in First Aid and regularly update my training.). This can be difficult, and sometimes fails for me.

I also noted that you specifically had psychotic depression. this ca make things harder, because it's hard to do things when you're depressed. I recommend prepping for the possibility of an episode. Find ways to make your life easier. A list of self-accommodations you may find helpful:

Get some meals you can microwave. Make sure your meds are right next to something you can take them with. Try to keep enough clean laundry around that you won't have to do laundry during the episode. Disposable dishes and utensils are another great accommodation. Have a big trash bin you can pile trash into, and a misc box or hamper so that you can shove shit in it that you don't have the energy to put away, so you still have a floor to walk on safely.

The episode will be over, eventually, and you'll need to take care of whatever happened during it, but the better you take care of yourself during it, the faster it will be over.

If anyone else has advice, please feel free to add on!

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rachymarie · 2 months

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So I went to doc yesterday for a medi certif, and she read me the response from the local NGO(?) local support team I requested to be connected back up with, because surprisingly, my chronic incurable illness is chronic/incurable??

Apparently they came back rejecting my application saying I broke rules in the respite facility? But the so-called "rule-breaking" they cited (I stayed at someone's house one of the nights) I had discussed with them at the time and they didn't say I couldn't or anything about it being wrong? So apparently respite is supposed to be a prison and we are not allowed friends or anything we have to be miserable and suffering on our own?

Idk it left me fuming. So much that I could barely ramble about it following the appointment and was irked/cross/mad/upset/blindsided/exasperated. That's not even the reason they used for ejecting/yeeting me in the first place. I was told their reason for yeeting me was I wasn't trying to hit their arbitrary goals they made me set (such as learn to take the bus) aka jump through neurotypical hoops/perform for them to get support, so I didn't realize they basically thought I was some kind of horror of a client (?? Most people/old school reports/employment reference letters say I am conscientious and sweet, wouldn't hurt a fly etc) when they literally had clients knifing the couch, punching holes in the walls, taking apart the windows and stealing shit. It all feels a bit two-faced to me. Might have to try the other local support team now which is a bummer cos they don't offer respite. But mum said do we really want me to connect back with the original ones if they are that mean that they make up random shit I apparently did wrong that they have probably been complaining about behind my back

Imagine turning a schizospec away when they actually finally ask for help? And New Zealand is supposed to be one of the better countries for mental health system etc. Everyone says speak up about your mental health struggles and ask for help but often when you do this kinda shit happens.

This stupid ambulance at the bottom of the hill situation of the health system only gonna get worse under the new govt. Like sorry I don't seem "broken enough" to you just because i use big words (in itself a symptom/trait of the illness/autism). My excessive wordiness/rambling is often debilitating and can also lead me to being ignored/dismissed or even that I'm using such big/advanced vocab that people don't understand me. (Language is actually a passion of mine so please bear with).

We need a better system for long-term support for our lifelong illness, other than just plopping us on medication that doesn't even begin the fully treat the schizospec illness

And if everyone else could stop bullying/kicking us when we're down by using terms such as schizoposting, delulu etc and media stop with all the negative/unfair portrayals that would be great thanks. We are dealing with A LOT and most often not getting the support we need

Anyway I can only keep trying, on the upside I got connected with the female HIP (health improvement practitioner) who is nice and we will see what we can do with that. Ever grateful it's funded, and that they got a woman/someone other than my high school ex into the practice. My gp has also been pretty amazing. If I am too advanced of a mess for the HIP I'm told at least she can refer me on to like a psychologist. Female would be good because of my tendency to decide that male therapist etc are attracted to/in love with me lol "pls, you're not THAT special"

#personal #Rachel rambles #vent #chronic illness #mental health system #ambulance at the bottom of the hill #schizospec

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whump-my-dear-watson · 5 years

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Febuwhump day 1 “Trapped”

Characters: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Fandom: Daredevil (TV)

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Trapped in elevator, mild claustrophobia, punctured lung, passing out, hospitalized, broken ribs

Summary: Matt’s fine. That’s what he insisted. But on their way from the courtroom Foggy and Karen realized it was worse then they thought.

A/N: So, I know 0 things about law or law practice, and this piece was made entirely for the whump so...yeah. Also, the medical accuracy is probably not on point, research only goes so far!

“Can you make it down the stairs?” Asked Karen as they exited the courtroom after a long day.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Matt replied, grunting with an effort just to get the words out.

“Not a chance buddy, we’re taking the elevator. If we had my way you’d be in an ambulance right now,” said Foggy with his usually light tune, although it seemed a little too forced then usual.

“Was I really that bad?”

“Matt, you're a wonderful Lawyer, but, you look like crap and I tell ya everyone in that room knew something was up,” Foggy said directing his friend away from the stairway towards the elevator.

Matt didn’t fight him on this, he leaned into his friend as they walked, “We still are winning though.”

“Yeah. We’re a great team. But you have to admit Matt, you are reckless. Why’d you go out the night before our big case?”

“Crime doesn’t take a night off, Karen.”

“But you can,”

The Elevator doors opened up and Matt got in, steadying himself on the railing. His ribs were aching, he could tell that he had at least 3 broken, and even more bruised. His head was still throbbing from the hard hit he had taken the night before.

“Matt, do you need help? Like real help? I think Claire’s in town, I can try to get her-”

“I’m fine,” interrupted Matt, “couple hours of sleep and I’ll be hitting the streets again.”

“Matt! You’re gonna kill yourself,” Karen couldn’t hide the hurt in her voice.

Matt’s reply was interrupted by a lengthy coughing attack. He slumped further against the elevator wall, the weight of his own two feet suddenly overbearing.

“We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

Before Matt could even process what Foggy had said he felt himself lurch forward, the whole ground came with him. Looking around him he saw Foggy and Karen in the same panic tossed around the room. Although any exertion at all deepened his pain, Matt closed his eyes and tilted his head to get a better focus. Getting a picture of the whole room around of him, Matt ‘saw’ with his power that the cords holding up the elevator were stuck.

After an agonizing minute of gears grinding loudly, the elevator lurched one last time before planting itself firmly in-between floors. The rapid movements and loud noises were quickly overwhelming Matt, his back still leaning on the wall he slid into a sitting position on the floor, clutching his chest.

Foggy leaned over by his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Matt's shoulder, Karen pulled the emergency call button on the elevator, nothing happened.

Matt’s shortness of breath along with his ever so slightly blue hue in his skin was making Foggy and Karen start to panic.

“Uhg. There’s no service! I can't reach anyone!” said Karen in anguish.

Matt looked up at her, he meant to give her reassurance, tell them both that he was fine, that they’d get out of this, but nothing came out. In fact, nothing was coming in. Matt took a deep breath but the oxygen was too stubborn to come in.

After another minute of continued wheezing, it subsided for a while. Matt just sat there, his eyes closed taking in more air, but nothing eased the tightness he felt in his chest.

Karen continued pacing the room, phone in hand, while Foggy rubbed Matt’s back and tried giving him words of comfort, but Matt could barely even hear him over his own rapid heart rate.

“Okay, Matt, when did you start having symptoms? It might help narrow down what’s wrong and what you need.”

Matt furrowed his brows together, why was it so hard to think? “Uh, last night my chest began to hurt, probably because of the broken ribs, but it wasn’t hard to breathe until about an hour ago,” Matt’s voice hitched as his last word spurred another coughing fit which increased his chest pain.

“Okay, no more talking for you, just, take it easy Matt,” said Foggy as he scanned the room for the third time.

The elevator wasn’t big, but it also wasn’t small, to Foggy, it was a death sentence.

Claustrophobia wasn’t something Foggy initially thought that he suffered from, but the way the walls seemed to close in on him and he was starting to feel nauseous didn’t give him much of a choice. Foggy couldn’t be freaking out right now, Matt needed him.

Besides, elevators stopped all the time and no one gets hurt.

Right?

The elevator doors stood still as if mocking them for being trapped. By now both Foggy and Karen had run their voices hoarse with hollering for help and pounding on the door. They needed to get Matt out of there, but with no real end in sight, all of their moods were quickly fading.

“Matt, how are you doing?” Karen quizzed him.

Matt nodded his head at her, words just weren't coming anymore. He was no doctor, but he’s been hurt enough to know what a punctured lung felt like, if only he would have recognized it earlier he wouldn’t be in this situation.

He tried to hold on, he fought, but the sweet temptations of rest were too strong, Matt’s eyes fluttered shut as his shoulders slumped further against the wall.

“Matt! Matt!” shouted Karen as she rushed to his side, tears streamed down her face as she put a hand to his neck, desperately hoping to feel a pulse. She was greeted with a thready response, but it was something.

With a startling and grinding crunch Foggy and Karen clung to the walls, worried the elevator was falling, but as if on cue the elevator doors were pried open, behind the door was mostly metal work, only the bottom third of the doorway actually opened to the hall. Two officers awaited them as they stood over Matt.

They weren’t trapped any longer. But they weren’t out of it yet.

Foggy and Karen worked together to gently drag Matt’s limp body towards the opening, a police officer firmly gripped his shoulders sliding him from across the floor through the doors and out of the elevator.

In a frenzy, Karen and Foggy found themselves as well out of the faulty elevator and being attended to by local authorities.

“You guys are lucky, someone called in a late elevator making ‘suspicious’ noises, no one else wanted to check it out.” one officer told them as his partner called in a medic for Matt.

The ambulance arrived quickly, a team of medics hauling a stretcher immediately started to check them over.

“No, we’re fine, Matt, help Matt,” Karen insisted, pushing a Paramedic away from her.

One of the first respondents was looking over Matt, who now lied on a stretcher, “Looks like we got a Traumatic pneumothorax, we need to get a chest tube in him, stat,”

“Is he, is he gonna be alright?” Foggy asked his throat tight.

"Yes, if he gets everything he needs now, he'll make a full recovery."

The EMTs and Paramedics pushed Matt on the stretcher into the awaiting ambulance, Foggy and Karen at their heels.

"Matt, Matt, were right here okay? We're not going anywhere, alright?"

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Matt's still heavy eyelids groggily opened and the fuzziness in his head died down as he became more conscious.

The sound of heels clicking on the hard floor altered him to Karen's presence pacing the room, and Foggy, Matt could hear his heartbeat pounding from the chair.

"Matt! You're awake! Thank God," Foggy said rushing towards Matt's. Karen quite pacing and joined Foggy at Matt's bedside.

"It'll take more than that to stop me," Matt said halfheartedly, his voice not as pronounced as usual.

Matt could feel the tension in the room, he faced his friend's direction. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so reckless. I should've been smarter, gotten help sooner. I’m sorry for putting you guys through that."

Foggy squeezed Matt's IV laced hand, "No, Matt, you were just thinking of others. I’m sorry for making you feel like you need to apologize for just looking out for people. But, next time? Come to us when your hurting."

"Yeah Matt, we can help you," Karen cut in.

"Now how did I get lucky enough to have you two in my life?" Matt said, his smile genuine.

Matt's chest was sore, he felt as if his whole body was replaced with sand, everything was so heavy, and the tube in his chest was uncomfortable, to say the least. But his skin was no longer blue, and his breathing was regulating out. But most importantly he was surrounded by his friends and partners and all in all, alive.

In the elevator, trapped and dying, he didn't know if he would ever see another morning, experience another day, fight another night, but here he was.

With a grateful look on his face, Matt addressed Foggy and Karen.

"So, you ready for another day in court?"

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