Another link to ME/CFS and fibro I can't stop thinking about is one I heard from my old therapist. I mean it's a link I've seen in just about everyone I've personally met with a dissociative disorder
I don't talk about having DID (I will likely continue not to because I feel cringe when I do) but she treated me along with many other patients with it, and other dissociative disorders.
And one day I'm talking about something related to my disabilities. She goes "I was wondering, yknow I don't know much about CFS or fibro but are they specifically linked to dissociative disorders that you're aware of?" and I mention something about ACEs scores and the link between trauma and chronic illnesses. I ramble, I couldn't tell you what I said lmao
I asked why and she said "well it's just that all of my patients with your disorder have CFS, fibro, or both. Sometimes other things too. But not just some or half of them, all of them. I started wondering what that's about, but I couldn't find any specific study on it or anything"
Like I found it super interesting to hear directly from a therapist that treats it and attests that 100% of the patients she's treated with it had the same disabilities. So I guess I just hope that potential link gets studied more extensively sometime
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I'm having to rewrite a smut scene in vampire Johnny to better match the vibe of what's going on in the rest of the scene, so here is the cut snippet for those interested:
Because this bed is where Andy and I fucked. It's where we slept. It's where we hid out when the world was too much for us. The last time I saw him had been in this room. Steven's scent, his presence, all felt so out of place. Like a phantom in a faded old photograph.
“Steven -” I murmured, shutting my eyes. “I…I need to change the sheets first. If that's alright.”
Steven gave me a perplexed look then silently rolled himself off of me. I hurried out of the room and went to get fresh linens out of the closet down the hall. Once the sheets were changed, I took them down to the kitchen and put them in the wash so I'd not be bothered by the scent of them anymore. Though a part of me wanted to rip them right back out and keep them safely stowed away in my tomb.
I headed back up to Andy's room and found Steven sprawled on the bed with his hand on his stomach. His face was flushed, and his cock was straining up through his jeans, so I knew he'd been touching himself. Though I wasn't particularly surprised. He'd been randy since I woke up.
I sat myself on top of him and playfully wriggled my arse down until he started to moan. “Yeah? You need it? You need me to touch you?”
Steven let out a desperate sound, and I suddenly realised he was about to come. I wasn't sure how I knew that, exactly, but I figured it was something to do with the binding ritual. Arousal was as intense an emotion as fear was, after all.
I lifted myself up so he could breathe then started tugging my shirt off. The buttons kept slipping from my fingers so I yanked it over my head and onto the floor along with my undershirt. I rolled over onto my back to get my jeans off, but Steven pinned me and began to kiss along my shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him with a loud moan then tilted my head to the side so he could have better access to my neck.
The two small scars there, from where I was turned, were especially sensitive, and when Steven sank his teeth into them, I felt my eyes roll back. My cock let out a sudden jet of precome, and I frantically twisted myself up against him for more.
“Fuck -” A loud buzzing started up in my ears when he did it again, and I blindly tore at my jeans until they were out of the way. I tried to get a hand around my cock, but Steven knocked it away. “I gotta - I gotta come.”
Steven gave me a knowing look as he slid down between my thighs. He pressed his tongue right against my slit, and I couldn’t push him away. I couldn't do anything. My neck was burning. My stomach was tight. I was so fuckin’ close -
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck!”
Steven wrapped his mouth around me as I began to come, and in no time at all he started to go lax and loose. I shakily wiped up the mess dripping from his lips and sighed.
“I told you not to do that, didn't I?” I rumbled, my body still trembling. My cock hadn't gone soft yet, either, and I gave it a few slow pulls just to tease myself. “Just look at the state you're in.”
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You haven't posted in a while, you OK?
Honestly? No :(
It's just a mix of physical health issues that I can't get better, behind the screen now I have only 3 real friends which 2 of them are TEACHERS... And idk going back to losing motivation to do anything at all + been busy with school
Now that I'm 18 many people expect many things from me that I could actually achieve but can't... And idk just dealing with that shit
I mean it could be worse— But truly thanks for asking, it makes me feel better that at least more people than I thought think in me from time to time. Makes me feel less lonely 🫶🏻
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Favorite recipe of all time?
i don't have a specific favorite per se especially because so many of the "recipes" i grew up with and thus became my favorites aren't really defined/written recipes at all but are stuff that i or my mom or whomever would put together by familiarity. stuff like my family's version of latkes and matzo ball soup and pirozhki. also it would be impossible for me to pick a specific favorite since i'm the kind of guy who is very much into trying out lots of different recipes and dishes.
at the same time there are a few actual written recipes for stuff that i absolutely swear by, namely baking recipes because i'm not nearly enough of a Baker to be able to confidently bake a cake or whatever without written measurements, times, and temperatures as a guide. the two dessert favorites i'll mention here for the purposes of the ask are my no-bake pumpkin pie and this gingerbread layer cake recipe by cooks illustrated/america's test kitchen (sorry if it ends up paywalled). historically both myself and my mom (from whom i learned to bake) have been really good at pie (that pumpkin pie recipe is so good the two of us alone will devour it in three days flat) but not too successful at cakes; that gingerbread layer cake is the tastiest and most successful layer cake i've ever made and even people who aren't that into cake have told me they love it
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I think all your ships are lovely as I can tell how much work you put into developing them, but your ships with Pyra and Aqua in particular feel so loving to me 💕
(In reference to this reblog game, for context)
Thank you very much for this, Hope!! It really means a lot to me that you took the time to send this in and tell me which of my selfships are your favourites, so, thank you ^-^
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