#diagnosed

[thestralboy]

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

[cosmickmagick]

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

[greyscale-enthusiast]

i rest my case

[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

[futureless]

[thestralboy]

That’s what I am

[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.

[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.

[awolgina]

aneurysm carotid artery not medically necessary CT Fidelis hasn't approv...

[s1ckkitten]

[koreanaswego]

Korean Word of the Day

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Diagnosis

[betzabobababi]

Broken Tom Holland x Reader

Chapter 3: Diagnosis

jtlyk there are gonna have a flashback through out the story :)

Warning: swearing

Plot: Y/n and Tom were made for each other and have been married for nearly 10 years but what happens when they go through putrid rough patch?

Summary: Y/n goes to the doctor (flashback)

AUTHOR'S POV

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have spoken to you like that" you said trying to calm your nerves from your sudden outburst, but he was making this so fucking hard. You had absolutely every right to be livid at him, he made you move from your comfortable lodge to the apartment near the studio. It wasn't bad but the fact that you spent almost all of the 3 months alone, isolated, made your blood boil, especially in your condition.

"No. No your right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel this way. I'm sorry that you are alone and I'm sorry that I spend way too much time at work. I'm sorry for everything. If I could go back in time and redo everything I would. But we can't. So from now on I will try my best to be at home. I'll try my best to treat you like the queen you are. Because you are my queen."

You were stunned. You didn't know how Tom would react but you definitely didn't expect him to react like...that. Moreover you were happy. You knew that he meant what he said. You knew he would try his best. You also knew that if you told him your secret now, everything would be ruined. But you knew you had to tell him. You knew that this wasn't going to go away anytime soon. This was something serious and the only way to get through this would be if you had Tom there to support you.

*Time skip*

AUTHORS POV

You and Tom went back to the loft happy and content about the progress that you had made with your relationship. Atleast that's what it seemed to him. He didn't know but you were slowly and painfully dying. You were a relatively active person. You had played volleyball in high-school and college. Even though you were very good at the sport you never pursued it as a career. So when you noticed the lack of energy you had, and how it had become painful to do your everyday exercise activities, you instantly knew something was wrong. You brushed it off at the beginning thinking it was the amount of stress you had or the lonleyness, but after a few days of not being able to move due to how swollen your knees and ankles were, you booked a doctors appointment. You had many tests done and even had a few MRI's done.

FLASHBACK

Y/N'S POV

I was sitting in the doctor's office, highly nervous and it was clearly visible. Despite the pain, my knees kept bounding up and down. I was worried, I didn't know what was going to happen. The one person I really needed right now was at work. Tom. It had always been Tom. He was there when I got the phone call from the hospital, saying that my mom was in the hospital. As soon as I had gotten that phone call I broke down. Tom was there for me. He was there for me when my mom died. He was there for me after my dad committed suicide. But where was he now? He sure as hell wasn't here. My doctor entered the room with a gloomy and disappointment expression.

AUTHORS POV

The doctor sighed, disappointed in the results of the MRI.

"Mrs. Holland, I'm sorry but the MRI has shown you have a cancerous tumor in your bone marrow. Normally a person who is diagnosed with bone cancer has the life expectancy of five years, but the tumor you have has slowly been progressing throughout your body. I'm surprised we weren't able to notice it before, but you have approximately 9 months left to live. It could be more it could be less, but at the rate your cancer is spreading it will be around 9 months."

Y/N POV

I was speechless. I had just found out that I had a cancerous tumor in my bone marrow. I. Had. Fucking. Cancer.

"Is there a cure?" I said while trying to do a million things in my head. I need to tell tom. I need to tell Nicki and Dom. I need to tell my friends. I have to get the funeral planned. I gotta do this I gotta do that. My brain was going 175 miles per minute.

"Fortunatley there is, we can do chemotherapy or we can do the medical procedures to separate the maintining tumor from your bones. Although the chemotherapy would take longer it is the most efficient. It is costly but your insurance should be able to pay for it. Try not to be stressed during the next fue months. The chemotherapy has a 35% chance of killing all of the cancer. Now as you can see there is a very low probability so I suggest you get your affairs in order just in case it doesn't work" the way the doctor gave me hope and then demolished it with the probability of chemo helping me out was so heartbreaking. I knew that if the cancer did end up killing me I needed to tell Tom but how? He was never home. I need to tell him.

END OF FLASHBACK

AH AH AH tehe please don't hate me this might seem a bit cliche or cringe but nevertheless this chapter was a fucking emotional load. It took me a lot of time to decide what type of cancer Y/n would have but in the end I decided on bone cancer bc my best friend died of bone cancer and I thought why not? Anyways ANY feedback is appreciated!

Have a Good Day or Night Wherever You Are! <3

[grace--under--pressure]

This is a message from my mother after I told her I am severely sick and don't know how to survive. But I'd rather starve than to talk to her EVER again.

yeah well... I am just not ok.

I have to take anty allergy pills every 2-6 hours otherwise I'll die.

This whole year is a Nightmare..... for months and months I have painful itchy swellings on my skin. My pmdd and my fibromyalgia and my Complex Posttraumatic Stress Disorder are all my fault in my mothers eyes. The aussaults and everything, all my pain and everything that i am going through.... is my fault so I should pull myself together and stop being childish and grow finally up. I am in immense pain 24/7 and she think's it is a choice I HATE HATE HATE HER.

My mother says that's a choice. I should move in with her and let her heal me... WITH WHAT?? I have no words for the hate I feel against her. I have no words how much of a dissapointment my parents are.

I HATE YOU YOU MEAN OLD GRUMPY WITCH!!!

She can die without her children.

She did what she can to shoooo me away.

I can't tolerate her evil demeaner anymore.

I have no parents.

I am done with my roots.

[kimberlylbbhspam]

Me: not talking

People (for literally the past 17 years): you're so quiet, you should talk more, you're being rude, you need to change

Brain: okay so I'll say something but I don't really know what so I'll just say the first thing that comes to mind, I don't have the time to think twice because people literally won't stop talking for more than 1 second, so I'll just say it.

Me: says literally anything

People: you're stupid, you're weird, be normal, you're rude, be more aware of your surroundings

Brain: okay I'll try, sometimes I know stuff, I'll say something when the conversation is about something I know stuff about

Me (if I get the chance, which rarely happens because people literally don't give you any room to jump into the conversation): says something related to the conversation

People: ignore me, talk over me, don't hear me (I know I'm not super loud, but that's literally just my voice I cannot help it, I tried)

Brain: okay maybe I can start a conversation myself when they (finally) stop talking

Me: talks about something I like and am excited about

People: we don't care, 'oh'

Brain: okay I'll just say nothing again next time

And repeat