#diagnosed

[thestralboy]

I can’t do it anymore, fr I‘m so tired

[aniimoni]

i know what you are

[somniphobicfox]

Happy disability pride month! Every one of you are valid in your struggle, be it diagnosed or undiagnosed, physical or mental — and i wish you manageable days and your needs met <3

[sw33t-as-h3ll]

I got diagnosed with autism recently. So happy and validated.

[deadassjsawhitegirl]

when ya girl gets diagnosed :0

[autistic-magpie]

since this is my autism blog, I feel like I must note that, starting today, I am officially diagnosed as autistic.

After having been self diagnosed for 5 years, it's not necessarily a shock. However, being officially told that yes, I am autistic, is an incredibly validating feeling.

I am so lucky to have the privilege to be diagnosed, and I hope I can slowly learn to unmask even more now that I have that privilege.

I've never felt happier

[dichotomoustessellations]

Post Traumatic Swag Disorder

[greyscale-enthusiast]

i rest my case

[thestralboy]

This fight will soon be over.

[insidemydiaries]

This is a rant about women's health and how NO ONE FUCKING LISTENS TO US LIKE WE DON'T KNOW ABOUT OUR BODIES🖕🖕🖕

So after years and years of telling any doctor that had EARS that I have PCOS Ive finally been diagnosed after bleeding for over a month that led to anemia!!

Cuz only if women are dying do doctors actually decide, hey maybe it's worth looking into.

GOD. FUCK DOCTORS.

[void-galaxy-healing-journey]

“for my health, and theirs”

- me (Nico), repeating this mantra to myself over & over anytime I do self care, hoping eventually it’ll help me care about my own health too

(¿me? ¿caring about my headmates but not myself? I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about 😭)

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

Just realized I didn’t update on here, so....I have an announcement for y’all.

We’re officially diagnosed with D.I.D., on paper.

We’re having to switch therapists (they’re going to a new clinic 😭), so we got to know what all is dx. Our therapist went over it like ‘this is diagnosed, ¿what do you want them to know about this? ¿what do you still need help with?’. Obviously some of it we knew; they told us ADHD & bipolar were both on there, & PTSD. Those are necessary for our meds.

But they’ve now added on “unspecified anxiety disorder”* (not surprised) & D.I.D. - it’s official.

(* I’m pretty sure, now that the PTSD is medicated, that it’s social anxiety disorder. If I understand the diagnoses correctly. It’s that or generalised/GAD.)

We were medically recognised/confirmed by our first therapist, our second therapist, & our psychiatrist. (We’re now moving to our third therapist (same psychiatrist).)

We knew we were right. But wow is it different to hear/see it diagnosed.

So...yeah. It’s now officially, medically diagnosed. We have the certification from our psychological team. We’re recognised & diagnosed with plurality/D.I.D. now.

I’ve still been processing. We found out 2 weeks ago. But...holy shit. It’s real. It’s on paper now 😅.

(I know I keep repeating myself, I’m still a bit in shock that we actually got it on paper. It usually takes up to 15 years...but we’re now at year 2 of therapy & got a good team, so we’re recognised and getting the help we need.)

~Nico💜

[marbleheavy]

me, before i dye my hair: even if it turns out bad, it’s just hair! no biggie!

me, when it turns out bad: ohhh my god… oooohhhh my god…. i have to cry forever

[pundergrad]

Time for the quad-annual frenzy of completing an assignment before the midnight deadline

I'm proud that I started the assignment roughly a week ago, and had plenty of time to chip away at it. I reached the maximum word count a couple days ago. Collected sufficient references, found a few more today. I've spent yesterday and today rewriting my work to flow better.

Sure I haven't left the house in a week, but who's counting?

In breaks between writing sessions, I've

tidied my room (with the help of my sister),

read a few chapters from a book I hadn't picked up in a while,

practiced my drawing skills using a project I haven't thought of in ages,

socialised with family,

and made plans to see friends when I've completed the project.

UPDATE:

I tried to submit on the deadline and realised I screwed up a few things. Emailed the prof about it, they said I could fix up the errors in my paper without any lateness-penalty to my grade!

Who knew that asking for help might actually help? (Crying in rsd/relief)

[hell0andg00dbye]

this semester was such an utter fucking flop. i have so little motivation at all anymore. i'm constantly tired either physically, mentally, or both. my grades have been slipping. i can't grasp time passing. i spent two whole hours doing nothing but playing with my hair, no breaks or pauses, just staring off into my split ends. when the spell broke and i finally stood up, i felt like only about 15 minutes had passed since i had left the university dining hall. i couldn't believe it had been two whole hours. i can never remember.

i wish i was born normal. i wish my brain wasn't broken. and i don't wanna hear shit about "it's not broken, it's just different." no. even in a loving and understanding society, living day to day would still be so confusing and difficult. i know wishing will never fix anything, but i don't know what to do anymore.

[tea-puf]

If you are undiagnosed but sincerely think you are disabled after doing all the research and stuff I love and support you.

If you are diagnosed I love and support you.

If you are a carer who actually cares and doesn’t just want clout I love and support you.