#PCOS awareness

[grimeyboy-jake]

Men with PCOS have it rough, it's hard out here for us dudes who want to but literally cannot go into any PCOS support group and feel safe or welcome to talk about our experiences.

[hellyeahscarleteen]

"Polycystic ovary syndrome, or PCOS, is a common yet severely misunderstood disorder that affects millions of people worldwide. If you’ve been struggling with PCOS, then you aren’t alone. Despite its prevalence, more than 70% of people with PCOS remain undiagnosed, as their symptoms are often misconstrued as signs of normal hormone fluctuations. Living with PCOS can be frustrating and overwhelming. But here’s the truth: PCOS is more than just missing periods or unexplained weight gain. It’s a complex metabolic and endocrine condition that impacts your health and life. So, how do you recognize the signs, take control of your health and decide when to seek medical attention? This PCOS guide [by Ashrene Rathial] can help you do all of that."

[formulaonecrumbs]

you don’t have to write this if it makes you uncomfortable but maybe osc and reader are doing it and she pushes through the pain to make osc happy but he ends up upset with her for not talking to him and stopping him

-🧸

we only keep going if you’re okay.

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: reader pushes through pain during sex to make oscar happy

warnings: pcos pain, penetrative sex, reader in discomfort, miscommunication, guilt, emotional aftermath, no smut details but heavy emotional tension

A/N: hiii sorry if these are little halfassed, i just wanted to get some of these out. so not proof read at all. but i still hope u enjoy it!!! i love u. MWAH.

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you should’ve said something.

you know that now. you knew it then, too. but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. not when he looked so happy, not when he was being so soft with you, not when everything else about the night had been perfect.

so you smiled through it. kissed him back. let him press you into the mattress like he always does, his body warm and familiar on top of yours. his voice soft in your ear. his hands gentle.

but your body wasn’t ready.

your lower stomach was already aching when he touched you, a dull throb you were used to pushing through. your back had that deep, hot sting that makes your whole spine feel tight. and when he finally slipped inside you, it hurt.

not sharp. not unbearable. just wrong. tender. like everything inside you was too inflamed to take him properly.

but you didn’t say stop.

you just breathed through it, faked a few quiet noises, curled your fingers in the sheets and tried to focus on his voice, his kisses, the way his hands kept smoothing over your waist like he was trying to ground you.

he looked so happy.

he was whispering things like so pretty, and feel so good, and missed you all day, and it made something in your chest ache in a different way.

you held onto that. tried to let that be enough.

when he came, he buried his face in your neck, soft little groan in your ear, one last shaky thrust before going still.

you didn’t come. not even close. but you smiled when he kissed you, and you kissed him back, and you curled into his side like everything was fine.

he didn’t notice right away.

he didn’t see the way you winced when you shifted. didn’t see how tightly your hands were curled in the blankets. didn’t notice your breathing wasn’t quite steady.

until a few minutes later, when he reached down to gently help you clean up.

“hey,” he said softly. “are you okay?”

you nodded. “yeah.”

he paused.

“you’re… really tense,” he said, eyes scanning your face. “and you’re not—” he cut himself off. “it didn’t feel good for you?”

you bit your lip, suddenly blinking back tears. “i didn’t want to ruin it.”

his whole face changed.

he sat up straighter. “wait—did it hurt?”

you didn’t answer. which was answer enough.

his hand hovered over your waist, not touching you now. “baby. why didn’t you tell me?”

you covered your face with both hands, suddenly humiliated. “i didn’t want to disappoint you. you looked so happy.”

he exhaled hard, voice low and hurting. “you’re not supposed to push through pain for me. ever. not for sex. not for anything.”

you looked away. “i didn’t think it was that bad at first. and then it just… kept hurting. but we were already—”

“it doesn’t matter,” he said. “you could’ve stopped us at any second. even if we were seconds away from finishing. especially then. i wouldn’t care.”

you were silent.

he sat on the edge of the bed, hands braced on his thighs. you could tell he was fighting the urge to cry. or yell. or both.

“you think i’d rather you be in pain than be honest with me?” he said finally. “that i’d be upset if you stopped me? is that what you really think?”

you shook your head. “no, i just—i didn’t want to make it about me.”

he turned back to you then, eyes soft but so visibly hurt. “but it is about you. it’s always about both of us. not just me.”

your voice cracked. “i’m sorry.”

he pulled you into his arms, carefully, like he was afraid you’d shatter. and honestly? you might’ve.

“i’m sorry,” you said again, quieter this time.

“no, i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “i should’ve noticed. i should’ve checked in.”

you shook your head. “you were being sweet. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “next time, you tell me. even if it’s halfway through. even if you think i’ll be upset—spoiler: i won’t be. i’ll just hold you and take care of you, like this. like always.”

you nodded, lip trembling.

he kissed you so gently it almost broke you all over again.

“you don’t owe me your body,” he whispered. “not ever. not like that.”

you nodded again.

he tucked you back into bed, this time curled up against his chest, his arms around you like a shield, like warmth, like forgiveness.

and you felt safe again.

not because everything was perfect.

but because he meant it.

THE END :>

[guqqie]

I HAVE GOOD NEWS!!

i finally got my period after 8 months of not having it!! the funny thing is, the only thing that has changed in my diet is that i am having home made smoothies every morning.

which means i’ve been having more fruit.

which means that gynaecologist that told me to completely cut out fruit was wrong.

[cupids-rainbows]

Self-indulgent, PCOS Rabbit from Plushie Dreadfuls stimboard !

🩵 🩵 🩵 / 🌀 🌀 🌀 / 🫧 🫧 🫧

[yrfemmehusband]

Female reproductive health terms you should know!

(terfs not welcome)

Dysmenorrhea: Period pain that isn't normal, i.e. any pain more than Mild cramping.

Dyspareunia: painful intercourse

Oligomenorrhea: lighter, shorter menstrual flow.

Menorrhagia: heavier, longer menstrual flow.

Ovarian cysts: a mass on or in one's ovary, can be resolved on its own, or can remain and cause complications such as a rupture.

Polycystic ovary syndrome: a chronic condition causing cysts to reoccur on the ovaries and enlarging them. Symptoms include:

Irregular periods

hormonal imbalance

facial hair

weight gain

painful periods/ ovulation

infertility

People with PCOS are at higher risk for endometrial cancer, type II diabetes heart problems and high blood pressure.

Endometriosis: A chronic condition in which a tissue similar to, but different than, the endometrial lining grows outside of the uterus instead of inside. During menstruation this tissue sheds and has nowhere to go, thus irritating surrounding organs.

Symptoms include:

Irregular periods

Dysmenorrhea

Widespread pain

Painful ovulation

Vomiting, fainting, chills, sweating, fever and brain fog during menstruation

Infertility

Severe bloating

This also puts people at a higher risk for endometrial and ovarian cancer. There are four stages to Endo as it is a progressive disease, with 3/4 being more severe. The average time it takes to be diagnosed is 7 years.

Adenomyosis: A chronic disease similar and comorbid to endometriosis in which a tissue similar to the endometrial lining grows inside of the uterine wall. Symptoms are nearly identical to endometriosis but more difficult to detect.

Many people are diagnosed post menopause, by fault of the medical system, but it can and does develop much before then.

Ovarian cancer: cancer of the ovary(ies).

Endometrial cancer: cancer of the endometrium, the inner lining of the uterus.

Endometrial cyst, or chocolate cyst: cystic lesions from endometriosis.

Tilted uterus: the uterus is positioned pointing towards the back or severely to the front of the pelvis instead of a slight tilt towards at the cervix. Can cause painful sex and periods.

Pelvic floor dysfunction: inability to control your pelvic muscles. Comorbid with many things and is highly comorbid with endometriosis. Can cause pain and incontinence.

Vulvodynia: chronic and unexplained pain at the opening of the vagina.

Interstitial cystitis: a chronic condition where inflammation forms on the inside of the bladder and urinary tract and cause symptoms similar to that of a UTI.

Pre-eclampsia: a condition occurring in pregnancy where the blood supply between the fetus and the pregnant person is affected and can cause irregular blood pressure, swelling, and in more severe cases headache, nausea and vomiting, a burning sensation behind the sternum, shortness of breath and potentially death if untreated.

Endometritis: an infection or irritation of the uterine lining. Is not the same as endometriosis and is treatable but can cause pain, bleeding, swelling, general discomfort and fever, and more.

Pelvic inflammatory disease: an infection of the reproductive organs

Ectopic pregnancy: a pregnancy that is attached to the outside of the uterus. Can be fatal if left untreated.

There are many more I could probably add but if you see something missing, please add it!

[vaerjs]

Ciao chatgpt, mi fai un elenco dei paesi che nel 2024 hanno il congedo mestruale? perché io non so se riesco a lavorare in queste condizioni per 10 ore oggi.

[annagxx]

From the behalf of all the PCOS girly

I want to take a moment to share what it’s like to live with PCOS, because I feel like so many people don’t truly understand. Every day is a struggle, and it feels like I’m fighting a battle that no one else can see. I hear the same advice over and over: “You just need to lose weight.” But what people don’t realize is that I’m already trying my hardest. I’m watching what I eat, exercising regularly, and doing everything I can to feel good about myself. Yet, despite all my efforts, the changes I want just don’t seem to come. PCOS has a way of making everything feel impossible. It’s not just about weight; it’s about the symptoms that come with this condition. The hair thinning is disheartening—I used to love my hair, but now I constantly worry about how it looks. And then there’s the unwanted body and facial hair. I find myself spending so much time trying to hide it, trying to fit an image that society expects of me. It feels suffocating. The pain can be unbearable. There are days when I can hardly get out of bed because of the cramps and fatigue. I feel like I’m dragging myself through life, and even when I’m doing my best, I’m met with judgment instead of compassion. The moon face, the fatigue, it all contributes to a feeling of hopelessness. When I share my struggles, I often get responses that make me feel worse. I’m not looking for sympathy; I’m looking for understanding. When I mention that I don’t feel good in certain clothes, I don’t need someone to remind me to just lose weight. I need support. I need people to listen, to acknowledge what I’m going through, and to just be there for me. Every time someone brings up my weight or suggests a simple solution, it adds to my stress. Stress makes everything worse; it raises my cortisol levels and triggers more symptoms. I’m already feeling overwhelmed; I don’t need more negativity in my life. I just want to feel human. I want to be seen for who I am, not just my weight or my appearance. I’m trying my best to cope with a condition that I didn’t choose. If you can’t offer support, please be kind. Understand that every judgment, every comment adds to my pain. I’m asking for a little empathy. A little kindness can go a long way. It’s not easy living with PCOS, but with understanding and compassion, it can be a bit more bearable. Please, just be there for me. That’s all I need.

-A Message from a Girl with pcos

[faggy-thing]

userboxes with brandy cattle (and an added pcos awareness ribbon), a plains coyote, and dabi with the requested text on each for anon! I hope you enjoy! I added some fun stickers to match the first one :)

[captainjackscoat]

shoutout to my registration teacher who, after I explained why I couldn't stand back up for the entirety of the fire drill outside, immediately googled my chronic illness, gave the boys who were harassing me for it shit, and asked me questions about how he could make registration easier for me when the pain is really bad.

Some people are good

[grimeyboy-jake]

Everything you say means less when you tag it with antifeminist terms like transandrophobia. You think women with pcos don’t deal with ever worse? Stfu

Guys I made it, I got a hate ask!

Also, saying I experience transandrophobia isn't bigoted by any means. But saying that trans men with PCOS suffer less than women with PCOS sure is. I'm glad the trauma Olympics chose you as a judge though, does it make you feel better?

[ratatoast]

Whew, I’ve really been debating whether I should make this post or not, but I’ve decided that it is my civic duty as a fellow cyster to bring awareness and maybe help others understand or even recognise the symptoms and what it means to have PCOS

I could hit you guys with all the official terms and statistics, but I will let the pictures do the talking on that

I personally just thought that I should share my story and how I got diagnosed with PCOS, and how I’ve been managing since then

So, I got my first period when I was 10. Which is quite early, but it never really bothered me. I always had a very regular menstrual cycle, from the number of days I menstruated, to the length of each phase.

Well, that all stopped when I was almost 19. My periods stopped being regular, I even went 3 whole consecutive months without even ovulating once. I was always irritated, I gained a lot of weight, my skin was horrible and I just wasn’t really on top of my game in general.

But I just kept telling myself that everything would be fine. I floated through 2 years of my life without knowing if I would be getting my period each month. I didn’t understand why I was always so hormonal and I kind of started hating myself.

So this year, in the very beginning of july, now at the big old age of 21, I decided to go to the OBGYN. I was honestly scared shitless, but I was trying to gaslight myself into thinking that it would be all fine. Except it ended up not being all fine. Because I got diagnosed with PCOS.

Now, I don’t know about other OBGYNs, but mine didn’t particularly care to explain stuff to me, just gave me my papers and told me to get a bunch of tests done to find out my root cause. My regular doctor just gave me a pamphlet for dieting with diabetes/IR and basically told me to just figure things out on my own.

I think it’s honestly disgusting how little healthcare professionals seem to care about a condition that affects so many afab people. There isn’t a cure, because nobody cares to find a cure.

Well, they should.

Everyone should.

Living with PCOS isn’t easy. I have mental breakdowns about it on the weekly. I hate having to restrict what I can eat so much.

And I hate that it is worth it. I hate that I actually feel better when I don’t eat dairy, I hate that I actually feel awful physically when I eat carbs. It’s not fair.

And I hate that my sickness affects the most important (to me) aspect of my life: my fertility.

I have never not wanted children. Becoming a mother is the biggest dream I had since I was a kid. It’s my life purpose. And I might not ever get it.

But I can’t let my PCOS rule my life. I am me, first and foremost. Chronic illness or not.

And I really hope that every woman struggling with PCOS can look into the mirror at the end of the day and find beauty in what she sees.

You are beautiful.

You are strong.

You are loved.

[formulaonecrumbs]

hi hi!! it’s been an okay day so far! could you do osc with pcos reader on a good day :) maybe a lil smut

-🧸

ovaries out of office 👅

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: reader has a pain-free day with pcos and celebrates it with oscar; soft smut, softness after

warnings: pcos mention, soft!smut, morning sex, swearing

A/N: hellooo!! i’m glad u and ur body are finally getting the rest they deserve. i tried writing PROPER smut but cringed myself out and deleted it with how bad it was so this is what u get 😭😭 i’m a virgin, i’ll say it now. all my knowledge on actual sex comes from other smut, so bare with me 🙏 ANYWAYS i added softness after cause that’s what i do best. i love u, 🧸!! keep livin it up ❤️

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you wake up warm, and for once, it’s not from a feverish hormone spike or that weird night sweat thing your body does. it’s just… sunlight. sheets. oscar’s arm thrown around your waist.

your body feels good. light. calm. you stretch, and there’s no resistance. no cramps. no tension. just you, whole and soft and steady for the first time in what feels like forever.

“you’re smiling,” oscar mumbles, voice gravelly against your shoulder.

you roll over, nose brushing his. “i feel good today.”

he blinks his eyes open slowly, like your words need to be processed. then: “really?”

you nod. “like, nothing hurts. at all.”

his grin is immediate, sleepy and wide and a little disbelieving. “holy shit. that’s huge.”

“i know,” you laugh. “it’s like a weird miracle.”

he leans in and kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then a lazy trail toward your neck. “we should celebrate,” he murmurs against your skin. “just saying.”

you hum. “what kind of celebration are we talking about?”

he’s already sliding the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, fingers light and careful but full of purpose. “the slow, naked kind.”

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the way he touches you is different when you’re like this—not because he’s more excited, but because you are. there’s no flinch under his fingers. no quiet apology in your breath. your body is yours again, and you’re letting him have it—not like a gift, but like a promise.

he kisses down your chest, pulling the hem of your top with his teeth, playful and slow. you arch beneath him, all heat and permission. his hands are already under the waistband of your shorts, thumbs brushing the softest parts of your hips, teasing.

“can i?” he asks, eyes flicking up.

“yes,” you breathe, already trembling. “yes, please.”

he pulls everything off carefully, then sits back on his heels for a second just to look. “god, you’re beautiful.”

you reach for him, pulling his shirt up and over his head, hands already roaming over his stomach, his ribs, the smooth lines of him. you’re both so warm and bare and wanting.

he moves back over you, lips on your neck, then your chest, then lower—he’s soft with his mouth, steady with his hands, and unhurried in a way that makes your chest ache. he listens to every sound you make like it’s gospel.

your hands find his hair, tug gently. “oscar…”

“i’ve got you,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth back up your body, settling between your thighs. “you just feel. i’ll do the rest.”

and he does. slow, deep, grounding. every stroke of him feels like being pulled closer to the center of something real. your breath stutters, hips meeting his in perfect rhythm, and he kisses you through it, keeps you from floating away.

“you feel so good,” he whispers against your mouth. “so soft. so fucking perfect.”

you moan, fingers clutching at his back, his shoulders, his hair—like you can’t decide what to hold on to. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes locked on yours like he needs to see the exact second you fall apart.

and when you do, it’s full-body. overwhelming. everything and nothing. you shudder and gasp and he holds you together through all of it.

he follows not long after, jaw slack, hand gripping yours tight against the pillow. “fuck,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “fuck, i love you.”

the room goes quiet. just your heartbeats, your breath, the occasional shift of skin against skin.

he doesn’t pull away. just lowers himself so your legs are tangled and his hand rests on your stomach, thumb brushing the skin there like it’s still healing even when it’s not.

“we should have good days more often,” he whispers, half-smiling.

you hum, curling into him. “i’ll put in a request with my ovaries.”

he laughs softly, presses a kiss to your temple. “tell them i said thank you.”

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you must doze off for a little while, because the next thing you register is the smell of toast. and eggs. and… nutella?

you blink, still tangled in the sheets, still bare beneath them, and oscar’s nowhere in the bed. but then the door swings open, and there he is: shirtless, hair a complete mess, balancing a tray in both hands like he’s presenting treasure.

“rise and shine, princess,” he grins, walking it over with the swagger of a man who definitely made you come twice an hour ago.

you blink at the tray. “you cooked?”

“i assembled,” he says proudly, setting it down on the bed. “don’t get ahead of yourself.”

there’s toast, soft scrambled eggs, fruit, a questionable pile of chocolate spread, and two mugs of coffee.

you sit up slowly, wrapping the blanket around you. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re glowing,” he says, climbing back into bed beside you and stealing a strawberry. “so i figured feeding you was the next logical step.”

“you already fed me this morning,” you deadpan, and he chokes on the strawberry, laughing.

“jesus christ. you get one pain-free day and suddenly you’re hilarious.”

you shrug, smug. “the hormones are aligned. i’m unstoppable.”

he leans over and kisses your shoulder. “seriously though. seeing you like this? happy, comfortable, full of food and smug little comments? best thing i’ve ever witnessed.”

you smile, soft and sleepy. “i love you.”

“i know,” he smirks. “i love you more… plus… you said it with your legs earlier.”

you swat at him with a piece of toast and he yelps, diving under the blanket.

it’s dumb. it’s perfect. it’s your good day.

and with him? it feels like there are going to be a lot more.

THE END :>

[guqqie]

i hate pcos :(

[notjustateaboy]

people don't understand just how fucking validating it is to have someone at your job finally understand your chronic illness, know what you are going through, give you advice on it, and actually help you. I am so used to advice that does nothing and puts a bandaid on a broken arm and I don't understand how I feel right now.

[thebpdcrybaby]

Having PCOS sucks. I have a very high testosterone level and it's been getting increasingly worse lately. I have to shave my face every day if I want to keep the shadow away. There's really nothing I can do about it. The doctor says to lose weight because fat causes increased testosterone. I have PCOS, dude. That's what causes the weight gain among many other factors I deal with. But the worst part is I highly identify as female, I've always felt like a woman and want to be somewhat feminine. Having a full beard is humiliating. I hate my body.