#childhood surgery

[the-jackals]

Really looking to see something so please reblog for a bigger pool!

[personalgrowthoasis]

How to Turn a Surgery Experience into a Personal Growth Adventure

Embrace your experiences, no matter how daunting they seem. Each one is a chapter in our life's story, shaping us into the person we are today. Don't forget to find the humor and joy, even in unexpected places. Stay resilient!🌱🌟

Hello, fellow personal growth enthusiasts! I wanted to share a story today that might seem a bit offbeat compared to our usual conversations on personal development. Yet, in my journey of growth, I’ve come to realize that each experience, regardless of its nature, adds to our overall development and makes us who we are today. Today, I’m sharing my unique experience of a medical procedure I…

[gxlden-angels]

I love getting validated on small things that I didn't even consider like it's always a treat and this time it's Gender

The Fundie Baby Voice™️ has been popping up a lot in ex-christian spaces lately and I actually had one in middle school and part of high school! I learned when and where to use it and how to turn up my southern accent just enough. I can still do it but it sounds weird after 3 years on T. The main place I used it was at church cause it made me sound sweet and polite. I used it for old ladies when I worked at a grocery store too. My family didn't like it when we were just all together cause they said it sounded like baby talk, but loved it when I used it at church cause everyone would tell them how sweet and soft-spoken I was

My therapist said it actively made him feel uncomfortable when I used that voice. He couldn't quite put his finger on why it made him uncomfortable (other than him only knowing me on T) but he very much did not like it and he's so so right for that

[chronicillnesscaneffoffplease]

Peak hEDS with comorbid POTS moment: clenching your butt as a counter-manoeuvre to help your pre-syncope, and clenching so hard you crack something back into place in your back with a loud pop. This condition truely is the gift that keeps on giving 🙃

[trans-cuchulainn]

watching black sails while having a popular post about knights sure is making me think about pirates and knights as very specific romantic ideals of violent men bound to each other by oaths, one ostensibly within the law and one emphatically outside of it

[onceuponafosterkid]

You know how some people are really goofy on anesthesia? Yeah well I’m not. Most foster kids aren’t actually. I had surgery the other day, and every time I’ve woken up from surgery it goes like the same. My chest feels tight, and I feel terrified. I don’t know how to explain it, but it feels like I’m right back in that house with my mother, and she’s about to hurt me again. So I cry. Ugly cry, the kind where you’re gasping for breath and your face is screwed up tight. I can hear the nurses freaking out while someone tells them that I have anxiety, depression, and PTSD and that’s why I’m reacting that way. So then the nurses hold my hand, rub my hair, dry my tears off my face. They try to comfort me, but their efforts have no effect on the fear that I feel inside, the panic. It usually last for about ten minutes while I wake up and come to. It’s embarrassing, and that’s why I make my people wait until I’m fully awake before they’re allowed to see me. Nobody is allowed to see me like that. I don’t know why I hide it, when all I want is to know someone safe is next to me. I’m scared that if they see me like that, they’ll know how fucked up I am and leave. I wouldn’t blame them either because if I could leave myself too I would.

[crysoon]

milo is so funny, u ask him why he pulls up like beyonce every karaoke night and my man jumps into a scientific explanation of why he was hitting that ariana grande note every time

[swifty-fox]

spent ten min hysterically crying and then laughing and the emotional whiplash has just hit me like a train of bricks

brain feels mush

[the-entity-down-the-street]

Trans thoughts:

I know the shitty "I'm mourning my child" spiel all too well. But you know what makes it an extra smack in the face for me?

I grew up suicidal. Like, eight years old, talking about being better off dead. This is obviously due to a shitload of trauma, and then puberty compounded my feelings by slapping a heaping spoonful of what I now know is dysphoria on top of that. My mom, by the way, was fully aware that I was struggling. She knew I was struggling through college, too, between therapy, the death of my grandmother, a part-time job, and keeping up my GPA.

Then I become one of the many quarantine eggs that cracked open in 2020, go on antidepressants after a major suicide attempt, and finally start seeing a future for myself. I get top surgery on my goddamn birthday in 2021, and she's sad about it, because "those are the breasts my mother had, and I have!" Which. Gross possessiveness of my body, mom, but also you're telling on yourself here.

She mourned the child that fought for their will to live and won, because I wasn't living the way she wanted. I can't think of anything that says "this is about my own ego, not my child's wellbing," than that.

[annoyingatfirst]

in the tags game, as a kid what did you want to be when you grew up and what changed your mind once you got older (if anything did) ?

[practically-an-x-man]

yeah alright vent under the cut. medical related

me, 12: i've been in a lot of pain for months. I can barely focus on school and i don't have any social life bc all my free time is spent laying in bed with a heating pad. tylenol doesn't do anything

my parents: you're faking to get out of school

me, 13: this diagnosis is wrong. it's not IBS. i'm still in so much pain I physically cannot stand up straight and i can't eat. nothing seems to be getting any better and i don't want to live if it means spending the rest of my life in this much pain.

my parents: just give it time, it'll get better

me, 14: i barely weigh a hundred pounds and I can physically see a bump on my stomach where one of my organs is swelling. i've been in pain for two straight years now, my life is effectively ruined, and you've barely listened to me.

my parents: oh okay it is serious after all, you need surgery

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My mom, today: I was in a lot of pain yesterday and I'm still having pain today so your dad's gonna take me to urgent care

Me: [i'm trying very very hard to feel concerned for you but you've never once acknowledged the fact that i tried to tell you what was wrong from the beginning and you didn't believe me and it almost ended my life] ...I hope you feel better

[randomingoftherandomness]

Yuanzhi is covered in blood and Shangjue can smell it as soon as he enters the courtyard/grounds.

The tang in the air is almost immediate and assaults his senses with the full force of a hammer to his head.

“Shangjue gege?” Ziyu holds him firmly by the elbow. He shakes his head, looking back up at the empty courtyard in front of him.

Something is wrong.

He quickly unsheathes his sword and Ziyu wordlessly does the same. Heart pounding high in his throat, he rushes in, eyes frantically looking for signs of life.

His feet take him in the direction where the scent of blood is strongest — Yuanzhi’s laboratory.

Shangjue suppresses the panic that gnaws at his heels. Outpacing Ziyu, he doesn’t look back, sprinting to the door.

“Didi! Didi!”

“Ge? Zhiren?”

Yuanzhi peeks his head beyond a screen, looking startled at their entrance. His mouth is a mess of blood and spit that spills all the way down the front of his robes, and Shangjue drops his sword in his rush to pull Yuanzhi into his arms.

“What’s going on?” Yuanzhi coughs, patting at Shangjue’s back with complaint in the scrunch of his nose. “Ge… too tight…!”

“You tell us, Yuanzhi Didi,” Ziyu says, looking around the laboratory. “What’s all this?” Sheathing his sword, he gestures to the array of pots boiling on the multiple burners and the almost wicked way the steam casts the rest of the room.

“Ah.”

Shangjue lets him pull back far enough to frown at him.

“Ah? That’s all you have to say?” Shangjue chides. Lifting his sleeve, he wipes at the blood around Yuanzhi’s mouth, only for him to retch and scramble for a bucket to vomit into.

From behind him, Ziyu quickly goes to pour a fresh cup of tea, while he rubs Yuanzhi’s back.

“It’s just an experiment,” Yuanzhi explains, wheezing when he lifts his head. “Took it a bit too far, ‘s all.”

Shangjue clenches his jaw. Meeting Yuanzhi’s eyes he is only slightly mollified when his Didi looks appropriately cowed at his glare. Ziyu bustles forth with the cup of tea and Shangjue steps back to retrieve his sword.

Hiding his shaking his hands in his sleeves. He takes a moment to calm himself down before he does something stupid in front of their Zhiren like throw Yuanzhi over his knees and spank him for the foolishness.

They’ll have words about this later.

[comixandco]

i’m just

there must be so many gaps in jieum’s memory

she was the girl of many trades but can she remember how she learnt any of those skills? No they were all from her past lives so they’re gone. Can she remember leaving her neglectful family to live with ae-gyeong? No because she was from a past life, so where does ji-eum think she grew up? She remembers being good at school and her awards but not if anybody was there in the audience for her. She says in her phone call to her superior that she remembers switching departments before, but she doesn’t remember working in the hotel. She cooks meals the exact way as ae-gyeong taught her and she taught ae-gyeong, but she doesn’t remember having learnt them. if she can’t remember anything to do with her past lives, she wouldn’t be able to remember anything that had happened in the past few months the drama is set over.

that must be such an odd and confusing existence, to only remember small dots and flashes of your life, and a giant gap in recent memory, and she doesn’t even seem to be affected by it either? Did she go to the hospital after coming to consciousness standing on a bridge with no idea how she got there? Did they run tests on her brain to see if something had gone wrong? Does she think she suffered a mental breakdown?

What is going on in ji-eum’s brain in those final scenes i want to dissect her thoughts like a grape

[vivid-vices]

i was just cleaning and i realized that i'm less stressed about the actual brain surgery than i am about the fact that i know that left to her own devices my roommate will not clean anything while i'm gone for a month

[inniave]

every once in awhile i have a flashback so bad it triggers a seizure & nobody really knows why

[gazagfmboost]

Fidaa Al-Derawi, injured husband Basher & injured small child Hamza

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Fidaa Al-Derawi, Medical laboratory scientist & mother from Gaza. She has lost several members of her family, & the remaining survivors are in desperate need of assistance- her husband Bashar sustained multiple injuries & his body was filled with shrapnel. He suffered a severe injury to his right hand, & his surgery has not been performed yet due to a lack of medical equipment. He needs urgent travel and medical assistance. Please consider donating any tiny amount, giving a heart or sharing their story to help them to be seen & heard!

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