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#chronic pain thoughts
shibara · 2 years
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Weaponized pain relief.
Bear with me for 5 minutes.
We know Vader’s wounds can’t be healed completely post Mustafar, and that it was pretty much by design. The constant pain and control that came with it served Sidious just fine, and bound Vader more strongly to the dark side, but what if someone suddenly took that pain away for a short while?
Wouldn’t that be a fantastic weapon for the light? That Darth Vader, whose entire existence stems from Anakin’s suffering, could find his mastery of the dark side gently weakened by the shock of temporary relief after years of forgetting what that feels like?
If they somehow caught him, it would be a tactical advantage, of course, but wouldn’t doing that also feel a bit like atonement for Obi-Wan? After all the feelings of having failed his padawan, the regret and the helplessness, to be able to help him like this? Enemy or not, willing or not?
And wouldn’t Vader very slowly begin to struggle maintaining his hate for Obi-Wan, whose hands wrecked him (and now weaken him, too), but which also gently bring back a little of what being Anakin used to feel like? Knowing that Obi-Wan still cares so much that he spent years learning and perfecting the ways of soothing with the Force, just for this, just for him?
Wouldn’t that be fucking heart wrenching??? 
I will make art of this someday.
Also, I’m pretty new in the fandom. If anyone has already written fic about this PLEASE send it my way, I have a mighty need TwT
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colourmeastonished · 7 months
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Body swap movie where one of them has invisible disabilities and when the other one lands in their body they immediately collapse catatonic on the floor from the pain and fatigue and the first one is like 'oh damn guess I don't have to worry that I'm faking it anymore'
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druid-for-hire · 4 months
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[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]
a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury
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starving-shartist · 6 months
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I wonder how many miles my dash is. Like, from now till I first started my account. Could my dash reach the moon?
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manincaffeine · 5 months
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sorry i pushed you away i felt abandoned and suicidal
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invisibleoctopus · 6 months
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chronic pain culture is not being able to relate to the "lets take ibuprofen together" meme because ibuprofen hasnt worked for your pain since you were like 10
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I think a fair number of (able-bodied) people don’t understand that cripple is a slur. It’s a slur. It’s offensive. Physically disabled people can reclaim it *if they want to*, but they don’t have to. They can be offended by it if they want to as well. Both are valid.
Also, you can reclaim it FOR YOURSELF! You don’t just get to call other people cripples because you decided to reclaim it. That’s personal. Saying “oh, I can say that because I’m physically disabled” only applies if you’re referring to YOURSELF that way. You do not get to tell other people in your community what they should and shouldn’t be comfortable with.
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forbestiel · 9 months
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What will I do when the opening scene of Good Omens s3 is the fall? When all the angels are collected along the edge of a cliff watching hundreds of thousands of angels fall into hell and their wings are charred and there’s screaming and chaos and pain in the air. When Crowley reaches a hand out, trying to hold on to something, anything, because all he did was ask a few questions he just hung around the wrong people he didn’t mean to fall. When he looks and Aziraphale – that nice cherub who helped hold up the nebula designs for him and complimented his work but followed the rules a bit too much – is right above him, watching with a heartbroken face because he doesn’t like when anyone is in pain. When Aziraphale lifts his hand, almost reaching out to him, before pulling back and looking away, hoping no one else noticed his compassion for a fallen angel because they might punish him too. What will I do then?
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study-diaries · 17 days
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Reminder
Your pain (physical/mental/emotional) is valid even if nobody can see it
Your pain is valid even if you have no physical symptoms
Your pain is valid even if there is no physical injury
Your pain is valid even if others tell you it's not
Your pain is valid even if you do not have a life threatening disease
Your pain is valid even if you don't have a diagnosis
Your pain is valid even if you do have a diagnosis
Your pain is still valid even if nobody believes you
Your pain is still valid even if you are too "young" for the problem/issue
Your pain is valid even if the health care advisor/anybody tells you that it's in your head
Your pain is valid no matter what the conditions are
Your pain is valid.
Pain does not discriminate between age, gender, race, nationality etc. Just because you can't see pain, doesn't mean it's not there.
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youngchronicpain · 3 months
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I'm honestly so tired of people telling me they think I can do more. I am already struggling to do what I am doing now. I don't think it is a compliment, even when it is meant that way. It feels like they are saying, "What you are doing now is inadequate, you aren't living up to your potential." When I feel as if I am just trying to keep my head above water as it is. I'm trying so hard, why can't they see that?
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thedisablednaturalist · 9 months
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Do people not remember that period on Tumblr where neurodivergent people completely threw physically disabled people under the bus to further their movement? And then they wonder why we want our own space.
Things used in arguments I heard about 10 yrs ago:
- "you wouldn't say/do that to someone in a wheelchair"
- "we are literally physically disabled too bc our brain is an organ!!!"
- "physically disabled people get everything look they have special parking spaces and ramps!"
- "when you go to the doctor for physical illness they immediately give you all the medicine and work hard to find a cure like Dr. House, but when I go to the doctor they throw me out the window" (stuff along those lines at least)
Y'all kicked us out, ignored us, made your own lil club with its own terms, turned us into jokes and strawmen, and abandoned people who are both physically and mentally disabled.
We wanted solidarity and you all didn't.
But how dare we make our own community so our voices can be heard, god forbid we discuss issues important to physically disabled people in this community without mentioning neurodivergents. And when we get even a little pissed off? How dare we.
And it's happening again. I've seen the same rhetoric repeated. No one is saying that mentally disabled people have no issues or don't face ableism at all. Stop bringing up your issues on our posts, it derails it and clogs up the notes.
We had to separate ourselves because you all kicked us out first so that neurotypical people would accept you. You didn't want to be associated with the gross ugly cripples.
Cripplepunk community is not the same as disabled community. It's under the same umbrella, not a replacement. Stop taking over our spaces and stop posting shit in our tags.
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lestatslestits · 4 months
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phleb0tomist · 7 months
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did you grow up with chronic pain? did you get called sensitive as a kid/teen with chronic pain? were you bombarded with wisecracks from adults who said you won’t know real pain till you get older? join my initiative to ban this vile practice from planet earth!
i had chronic pain as a kid. (still do now.) my physical ability was best in childhood, like, i could do cartwheels then, meanwhile i can’t walk now. but istg my pain was regularly at this very same level back in childhood. ok i have extra symptoms now which make things harder, but if we’re JUST focusing on the pain part, it’s often the same. this blows my mind. the level of pain that i have now, bedbound and with opioids and a million accommodations, is the same level i had when i was 10 when i was just walkin around all day, asking my teachers nicely if i could sit indoors during playtime. (they said no btw.) back then, every time i tried to tell people how much everything hurt, adults said i was “sensitive”.
was i sensitive? is that what i was?
I think i must have been insanely powerful as a 10 year old to be out and about with a level of pain that makes me nonfunctional as an adult. I wonder how many kids and teens are in that amount of pain right now and are being dismissed because of their age. i think the way adults treat children with long term pain is evil. “you don’t know real pain! it only gets worse as you get older! wait till you grow up!!”
okay i waited.
i’m closer to 30 now than i am to 10, and the more hindsight i gain, the more i realise what a horrific violation it is that my pain was ignored when i was the most vulnerable to the trauma of unmanaged pain and had the least frame of reference for what level of agony is normal to experience while climbing stairs
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risinglikesunflower · 6 months
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Maybe I do just ruin people's lives and it would be better if I didn't exist.
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blueeyedcitadel · 7 months
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Okay, but can I just say what I'll never get over? The fact that House didn't take the last few pills of Vicodin he had left because he wanted to give them to Wilson. Although Wilson was probably going to throw them up, anyway. Although it meant that he himself would be in pain, the very thing we've seen House trying to avoid the whole show. Because, at this point, House didn't care if he would be in pain anymore; he just didn't want to see Wilson in pain. Because seeing Wilson's pain would probably hurt more than his own pain...
And then they have this conversation:
"I should have spent my life being more like you. Should have been a manipulative, self-centered, narcissistic ass, who brought misery to everything and everyone in his life."
"You'd still have cancer."
"Yeah! But at least I'd feel like I deserved it."
And House knows Wilson is lashing out because of the pain he's in. Hell, he knows he's pretty much the same when in pain. And he is in pain, he's gripping his leg when he walks, because he didn't take the Vicodin. Yet, he just sits on the floor next to Wilson, looking completely lost, as if the ultimate irony of life has started dawning on him just now.
And it really breaks my heart...
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frankiensteinsmonster · 7 months
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Hi. When I use my cane to assist me in something besides walking/standing please don't assume I will be "doing a trick" with it. I take pride and joy in how fucking boring and mundane I choose to make myself to you (abled people), I'm never going to be your entertainment. Stop assuming we exist to make you smile and clap like we're fucking animals at a zoo instead of people in pain. You want interesting? Ask me about tarantulas. The sheer number of instruments I play. Kanien'kehá:ka. My opinions on Frankenstein. My OUtFiT. There are way funner things about me than the stick I'm walking with because my body hurts all over all of the time.
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