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oscarisaacasimov · 1 year
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reposting now that I've fixed privacy settings
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djsherriff · 1 month
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curvymommy70 · 2 months
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Bi annual check up on my thyroid. Every six months to see if my remnants of a thyroid are still trying to kill me.
Fun fact: thyroids are not typically a regenerative organ...unlike the liver or skin. Mine regenerates and tries to kill me.
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annaberrybanana · 5 months
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It’s heartbreaking when your hair falls out because of your illnesses
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prismaticstarshch · 14 days
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people who have multiple chronic conditions (physical, mental, or both): what's life like?
For me, I live a normal life with:
Cryptogenic (unknown seizure trigger) epilepsy
Grave's disease (a thyroid condition that causes hyperthyroidism)
Pollen allergies
Possible high-functioning autism (I currently have yet to see whether or not I actually have it, but I do experience things that could go along with it, such as poor eye contact, missing social cues, difficulty interpreting tone, stimming, insistence on routine, sensory stuff (I have sensitivities in all 5 of the senses, and have aversions to some things related to them), general awkwardness, anxiety, etc.; on top of that, epilepsy and autism can co-occur)
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smudge-cell · 1 year
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I've been dealing with Thyroid issues for a while and I wanted to express how I feel with my art. Went from being diagnosed with Graves disease, having a total Thyroidectomy, and then Cancer being found on my thyroid.
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downwiththebad · 9 months
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Happy Last Day of Disability Pride Month!
Remember, just because its ending, doesn't mean you should stop flaunting your pride!
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dimonds456-art · 9 months
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vent art below the cut, as well as an explanation for it. it's a mess on purpose. read the tags.
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Starting off positive, here's how I draw myself now :) Style improvement! And my mustache hairs are growing in and one of them is over a centimeter long and it's my pride and joy.
okay now onto everything else. fucking help me. /ns
Gonna start with the butterfly imagery, since it's a reoccurring theme when I talk about my disabilities. The butterfly is because of my Graves Disease, which is a subgenre of hyperthyroidism. What's that? Uh basically there's a gland in your throat called the "thyroid" that's shaped like a butterfly, and it's responsible for your ENTIRE METABOLISM, and mine decided to do cocaine one day and never stopped. This results in increased heartrate, shaky hands, dizziness, and an eye disease where your eyes swell and can make you go blind if not treated.
(and no mine is not currently being treated so. :) )
I've had Graves since middle school, and I will for life. For reference of how bad it got before I got treated after 6 months of suffering, if I ran around outside for 5 minutes my heart rate could get up to 220 BPM. Which can kill you. Somehow I only ever saw stars once.
The next imagery I wanna point out is the layers on me. I show some things as brighter, and there's two layers like that- a bright one and a much dimmer one, which is why I kept this a sketch. The bright one is the surface-level disabilities, such as joint weakness, my eye disease, and my swollen thyroid. The dimmer one is my brain and skeleton. I have never actually broken my bones, but for some reason these days, joint weakness has me and they'll just fucking stop working sometimes for no goddamn reason.
The diamonds on my shirt is obviously a reference to my name, "Dimonds456." The design was actually made by my abuser, and so I actually am starting to have some second thoughts about using this particular design despite how much I love it, thus the shattered idea. Plus, diamonds don't break- they shatter. I'm about to shatter, too, so it's just like me fr.
After that, the text all around me. There are three layers. Let's talk about the black ones first. Those are all my disabilities. That's it. To make it easier to read, they're:
Autism
Anxiety
PTSD
Mental regression (probably because of all the other mental shit I'm dealing with)
Depression
ADHD
Weakness in joints
Inhaler as needed
Tires easily
Abuse
Graves Disease
On meds for life (methimazole literally keeps me alive)
Eye disease
Prone to falling
Eating disorder: ARFID ?????
Asthma
Audio processing disorder
Trauma
:,)
Then, the blue layer. The blue and red layers and kinda having a conversation with each other, with blue being my inner monologue and the red ones being still that, but more intrusive and hopeless. The blue thoughts range from "I can't do this" to "I want to," to "Wait, this is too much" to "STOP" to "THIS IS TOO MUCH" and various stuff like that.
The red texts are much, much more negative. "Running out of time." Never safe. I will never feel safe." "My own body wants me DEAD." "NEVER SAFE." "WHAT IS SAFETY?!" these are my intrusive thoughts, and... yeah. My anxiety and trauma already make me feel like I can never be safe in the spaces I'm in, so when I do actually feel safe with the people or location I'm in, my body's there to remind me that no, I'm not. Because I could literally just die at any goddamn moment.
Which brings me to the scythe. The Reaper. He's close. I'm running out of time. To do what? I don't know, live? Impact people? Fucking exist?
The clock shows that, too.
Finally, the dialogue bubbles. The straw that broke the camel's back in terms of me making this art. My recent doctor visit. I'm trans. I'm a demiboy who just wants to figure out what my fucking gender is. I know I want top surgery, but the dr says I HAVE to start HRT in order to get the surgery I want, which is enbyphobic. I've talked about it with other trans people, and we all agree what the dr told me was fucked.
The other bubbles are other things people have said to me. Particularly, I wanna talk about the "are you ACTUALLY disabled?" one because so so so so so many people have fucking asked me that and I want to scream. Like gee, I dunno, maybe it's all in my head. Maybe I'm normal. Maybe my graves disease was all a FUCKING DREAM. The eating disorder I'm getting now that not even the doctors are sure what the fuck it is wasn't real, I'm just a picky eater and I am just a fucking attention-seeking masochist. SURE. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME.
Shut the fuck up.
The butterfly is actively choking me. I'm loosing weight. I've felt more anxious recently than I ever have in my fucking life. I have a goddamn eating disorder where I physically CANNOT EAT. It sounds like ARFID but it's also not quite that, I'm in a weird grey area.
i'm 20 years old.
Ever since I got diagnosed with Graves in middle school, I've felt like my existence was defying something. Like I was supposed to die. I also had intense depression at the time, so that definitely added to it, but yeah. Then more happened. I had my first fall. I got put on the wrong dosage and nearly got killed. Struggled to breathe. My eyes tear up more often due to the disease, and I have an aversion to light I didn't have before. The eating disorder. Not to mention my bad knee, weakness in joints, pain in hips, ect.
It just keeps piling up. More, and more, and more, and more disabilities appear and try to catch me by surprise. I got deathly ill last winter. I quit college this year because of the trauma of being outside while on my wrong dosage from last summer. But this time, I'm fucking freezing when I'm anywhere except in the sun, which still makes me feel viscerally uncomfortable, because of whatever the fuck is happening with my eating disorder.
I'm so fucking tired. I don't know how much farther I can go. I'm running out of time. I can't handle another disability. I just can't. If I wind up getting appendicitis or something I'm running back home to my parents and staying there because at least they make me feel SAFE.
I'm not safe. I will never be safe inside this body. I will never feel safe because of my anxiety and trauma. I'm reaching a boiling point where it's starting to spill over onto those around me and I hate it. I am aware that this post is not helping that at all. But... I just don't wanna suffer in silence anymore. I'm tired. I want to be a good memory, but I fear my time is coming and I don't have much more "memory" to make.
I want to be wrong. Please, stars, let me be wrong. Let this all be in my head. Let this all be one big misunderstanding on my part. Please. Please let me wake up and realize that this was all a fucking nightmare.
I can't look at this screen anymore. My eyes hurt and my wrists are starting to give out.
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dimonds456 · 2 years
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i'm fine
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trellanyx · 2 months
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Got diagnosed with Graves Disease today. Suddenly a lot of things make sense. Now I just gotta get the endocrinologist to call me back…
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djsherriff-responses · 2 months
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Having Graves disease is interesting because my two solutions to remove my thyroid is having either the joker:neck edition treatment or spider man:really boring self isolation edition treatment
(this is a shit post btw)
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bardessofcerridwen · 2 months
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I really want to be a normal person!
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Hold up, let's correct that.
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No matter how many times I tell myself that there is nothing wrong with me , and I should be confident in who I am today, I always wind shriveling up inside and feeling less.
Originally, I think this way, because being normal is so difficult and tiring.
When I go out in public, I feel this automatic need to be like a normal person.
But I still see looks and hear whispers.
And I hate it so much.
So I'm going to ask people who have austism, ADHD, whatever other disability / disorder...
How do you do it?
Genuinely asking as somebody who wants to live her life to the fullest but can't. Yet.
Thank you.
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dizzycactus · 10 months
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My autoimmune is in remission :)
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gravesnotdeath · 1 year
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The Curse of Chronic Illness
No one ever tells you how completely isolated you’re going to feel. 
You can always tell people you have an autoimmune disease but no one fully understands the gravity of those words unless they experience it too. It’s just impossible for them to grasp. 
So you’re stuck in this bubble alone. 
Of course, you have people who try to understand, but it’s not easy for them either. You can’t do the things you used to. You can’t eat the way you used to. You change completely. You find solace in the depression of loneliness. 
Eventually, you start to miss yourself too.
You can’t go back though. You’re stuck being the husk of the old you. That’s the worst part. The impact on your mental health. You have to be strong even when you feel like you dying. 
Sometimes, you wish you were dying.
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annaberrybanana · 6 months
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Just found out today I have fucking Graves’ disease. Might as well tbh, adding to the fine list of madness that goes on in my internal systems
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maryyyy8 · 1 year
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Stupid fucking organ in my neck not fucking working properly STOP DOING STUFF. GIRL UR DOING TOO MUCH. Keep this shit up and I'll let my immune system kill you, you prick. BE NORMAL.
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