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pidgwin · 10 months
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The treatment for a missed miscarriage, a miscarriage where the fetus has died but the body hasn’t realised, is abortion. Either through surgery or medication. 
I was told at my 12 week ultrasound that my baby had died 4 weeks before. I have dreamed of becoming a parent for my whole life. Those few weeks I was pregnant were the happiest of my life but the second I knew my baby had died, I felt like the living embodiment of death. I felt like a walking coffin, distinctly inhuman. Dirty down to my very soul.
I was desperate to get the beautiful child I had wished for so dearly out of my body. The 24 hours between my ultrasound and being given abortion medication were some of the hardest of my life. Abortion is healthcare. I cannot even imagine being forced to carry my baby for another moment. I also can’t imagine being forced to carry a fetus, which you do not wish to. To take that right away is disgusting and demonstrates how truly little these people know about the reality of reproductive healthcare. Pro choice always.
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Denying a patient the right to a diagnosis just bc the disorder you suspect they have doesn’t have a cure is ableist and abuse of power.
Patients have the right to know what is going on with their body. If you aren’t prepared to help them, there is an entire community who can provide them with the knowledge & skills you lack (symptom management, clinical trials, latest research, emotional support, list of specialists and treatment options, etc).
The least you can do is give them the diagnosis.
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4spooniesupport · 29 days
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clatterbane · 3 months
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Me, due for another outpatient full general anesthesia gastroscopy session in the morning. 😩
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shitcomscriptwriter · 29 days
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Growing up in and out of psychiatric hospitals and offices really ruins your sense of self.
There was very little I could hide. Every bit of me was picked apart and scrutinised, used as a teaching tool for eager students with no regard for my own feelings or opinions.
I have very few genuine emotions now, because of how many realities were constructed for me and how they presented me like I was their newest accomplishment. No part of my brain was my own.
I am a psychological cyborg.
It feels like they took my humanity and all natural reactions, but I know they didn’t. There is still a human in here, and she is screaming.
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newhologram · 1 year
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Even in a seemingly “un-traumatic” hospital stay, I don’t think we talk enough about the ways even little things can add up. I’m not too squeamish with needles usually but having an IV in, meds/fluids given round the clock, having blood taken every morning at 5 sharp for days straight and all the other invasive things like enema, scope, etc… that shit hits me belatedly all at once when I stop being numb to having to surrender myself to whatever they need to do. I have to process it all after and it makes me want to scream and throw up.
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this-is-me19 · 5 months
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poeticallydisgraced · 6 months
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Have I spent all my live in apnea? Ignore these daggers pointing at my lungs. This blue toned hue and stridor mean nothing to you. Ignore the loss of consciousness, ignore every god damn thing even if I’m dying. Sigh and huff: find out the cause begrudgingly. Death to Life to Death to Rebirth. Growth to Tumor, to Rebirth again.
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horiogecassee · 8 months
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medical trauma seems to be viewed (by those who don’t have it) as resulting from intentional cruelty and abuse and it very often does occur due to intended malice, but for many of us it occurs even when everything goes right. when it is necessary treatment. providers can be kind and procedures can be vital for proper care and you can still end up incredibly traumatized.
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nerium-aquifolium · 15 days
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Sweet perpetually abused Melora. That post traumatic sure does stress.
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pidgwin · 10 months
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As someone who has had a very traumatic miscarriage of a very wished for baby, I am still pro choice. I still support people who choose that for themselves. I still think people should have safe access to reproductive choices. I am sick of seeing people who have experienced miscarriage projecting their feelings onto people who are not in their shoes. Your infertility has no place in the discussion of anothers reproductive rights. Get the fuck out of the conversation.
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This might be a hot take but there’s something inherently wrong with a healthcare system that is completely dependent on the sick/disabled/dying patient to schedule appointments, get transportation, finance treatment, ask ALL the right questions and NONE of the wrong questions, maintain frequent contact with the pharmacy/insurance/doctor to continue medication, keep track of side effects, drug interactions and any changes to their disease and do it all with a smile on their face (but not too much of a smile bc sick people can’t be happy or they’re faking)
Just sayin.
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4spooniesupport · 7 months
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clatterbane · 2 months
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I just got another professional throat reaming yesterday, and I can't help but be relieved in a way that it's still feeling sore enough for the home drain snaking not to sound like a great idea tonight. Probably better to give it another day to heal up.
They did send me home with another one ofa little larger diameter yesterday. And actually asked me to bring at least the smallest one back next time, since apparently those aren't even made anymore and they really don't want to lose any of this set. Guess that's not really something they could reasonably just pick up used off eBay or whatever, either!
As miserable as the DIY experience still is, at least it really did seem to make a difference--as everyone was hoping. It kept things open to the point that I wasn't even having to be more careful about what I was eating the last week or so before they worked on it again. I was really hoping that they would be willing to increase the interval between gastroscopy sessions now, but they still want me back in a month. Hopefully once they see if it continues that way, though.
It'll apparently get a decent test over the summer, at least, since the doctor said they wouldn't have access to the OR they've been using for some reason during July. They can apparently use another one elsewhere in the hospital if necessary, but it sounded like that guy wouldn't be sorry to skip July either. (At least I guess both of us can be glad it is gastroscopy, and not necessary from the other end! 😩 Still not a lot of fun for anybody involved, probably.)
But yeah, even if they're not willing to call a longer time between the professional dilation yet, it is at least a HUGE relief to feel a lot more secure that, worst case? I am extremely unlikely to get so that I can't even swallow liquids again. And there is something I can personally do about it if my throat does try to close up like that again.
Being completely dependent on people who kinda seemed to be hoping I would go ahead and die already--just as long as it stopped being their responsibility--had to be one of the roughest, and frankly most traumatic, parts of this whole extended shitshow. Thankfully not the vibe I have ever gotten here at all, but it's still a big relief to have some way of helping myself. Even if it does involve gagging myself with plastic tubes.
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shitcomscriptwriter · 4 months
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TW Psych trauma
Throwback to when I was nine years old and involuntarily sent to the ER for having an imagination, put on an incorrect dosage of medicine, separated from my mother because it’s “policy”, and was left to scream for two fucking hours by nurses who looked at me like I wasn’t even human.
I was treated like a goddamn animal, put in these paper thin scrubs that made my autistic self feel overwhelmed, vulnerable, and exposed, and kept in a curtained off alcove in an ER that basically resembled a dark parking garage.
The only person who even attempted to comfort me was a CNA who was very obviously trying her best, asking me “don’t you want to go to sleep now, honey? You have bags under your eyes.”
(The eye comment may have been rude, but she meant well and even my hysterical child self knew that so leave her alone. Hope she’s doing well 💖)
To think this happened at one of the top ten hospitals in the United States of America. Shame.
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newhologram · 1 year
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Sitting down to try to figure out my insurance/make calls/research literally triggers instant pain, fatigue, and intense brain fog. Even ringing ears. It's only just dawned on me that this is probably another manifestation of medical PTSD. I shut down hard.
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