Hey, unpopular opinion, apparently. But people don’t just “have pain for no reason” doctors say this all the time (especially to women and chronically ill people) and the truth is, Thats literally not possible. Even if your pains are psychosomatic (a word I hesitate to even use because of the way its used so often) there is a reason you are having those pains whether its mental illness, abuse, etc. If your doctor consistently tells you that “well some people just have pain for no reason” get a new doctor. That’s a doctor who is not going to give a shit what your actual symptoms or experiences are.
I just wanna add to clarify the psychosomatic thing.
That word DOES NOT MEAN you’re making it up. It doesn’t mean you’re imagining the symptom. What it means is that the symptom ISN’T DIRECTLY CAUSED BY ANY OF THE THINGS THAT WOULD NORMALLY CAUSE IT.
I fought to get a PCOS diagnosis for 2 and a half years. For the ENTIRE time I was fighting, I was dealing with 3 cysts that were not going away by themselves and eventually required surgery to remove. At one point close to the end of the battle, I suddenly went blind. I was visiting my parents and was standing on the veranda looking out over the tree we had planted in memory of my dog and suddenly I got one of the shooting pains that I was quite frankly used to at that point and my vision started to go dark. It was like the sun was setting while being completely hidden behind storm clouds but it was 2pm in the middle of Summer on a clear day. Within about 30 seconds I couldn’t see ANYTHING. I was 27 years old and I was screaming for my mother.
My mum raced me to her doctor (he was a 15 minute drive away as opposed to 45 minutes to the nearest hospital) and he quickly worked out that there was nothing wrong with my eyes and what had happened was totally unrelated to them. Then he said it was psychosomatic and I freaked out, yelling that I was NOT making this up and I definitely wasn’t imagining it. Very quickly he calmed me down and said he believed me and I had misunderstood. He explained that whatever was going on with my abdominal pains (he suggested PCOS which I hadn’t even heard of at that point) had been ignored for so long that my body was starting to do things other than the normal pain response to try to draw my attention to the problem. My sight going was my body basically jumping around in front of me going “HEY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME HELLLOOOOOOO??????”
He gave me some prescription strength painkillers and my sight started to come back as soon as they started to kick in. About 45 minutes after it started I could see well enough to walk around without help and within a day and a half I was back to normal. On top of that I finally had a scan booked to figure out what the hell was causing all the pain.
Psychosomatic symptoms are NOT imagined or fabricated or happening for “no reason”. Experiencing them DOES NOT make you a liar. It makes you someone who has been battling with something serious for so long that your own body has started to get impatient with you.
I completely agree. Thank you for sharing this.
Psychosomatic symptoms are literally your body flipping random alarm switches just to get any alarm blaring because you’ve been ignoring the regular ones
I don’t usually add to posts but I thought it was important to add that this 100% goes for mental health, too.
When I was 18, only a few months after graduating from high school, I started having seizures. Serious, triggered at the drop of a hat, knock me unconscious for an hour or more and leave me dazed for days kind of seizures.
I was rushed to hospital two or three times within the space of a week after passing out in the middle of cooking dinner or talking with my family, but the hospital could not find anything wrong with me. I spent a week in the hospital in a planned admission, connected to an EEG monitor for 23 hours a day with the doctors hoping to catch my seizures in action and finally figure out what they were. I don’t know how many seizures I had during that week, but at the end of it, they said that even after all that, there was nothing wrong with me. After that, they sent me to a psychologist.
I was diagnosed with PNES - Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Siezures. Essentially, it was explained to me, I had been ignoring my anxiety and PTSD for so long that my body was acting out just like @kamorth ’s had. When they started treating me for anxiety and PTSD, my siezures eventually turned into panic or anxiety attacks, and then stopped altogether.
The moral of the story is don’t ignore pain. Whether it be physical, mental, whatever. Pain is your body’s way of telling you something is wrong and it has ways of making you listen to it eventually. Some of those ways are seriously disabling and once you get to that stage, it can be a long road to recovery.
Just because therapy might be helpful for some psychosomatic symptoms doesn’t mean it was fake. It means your treatment worked.
This. And a half. With bells on.
There is nothing more tender than playing with someone’s hands…..it sounds so dumb but stroking each other’s palms & tapping on each other’s wrists & twisting your fingers together & squeezing each other’s hands…..it’s like having a conversation that no one else can hear!
I feel so depressed, to be honest. I'm trying really hard to stay positive, but it's like it's only easy to do that for others. I actually feel really hopeless and afraid.
If anyone has positive energy to send, or a good thought, or something else, feel free.
Ya like mexican food?
Have a purrito!
Or, if not,
Sleeby kitty
Oh my! I'll have to make room for both. 🙀😭
Here's my lazy bunny Lola to make u smile (hopefully)
Thank you very much. I have a special place in my heart for bunnies.
Do you like rats? I know some don't so I wanted to ask before I posted pics of the ones I help take care of
I think they're great. 💙
Uh oh Moony heard you were feeling depressed and-
All of you are so, so kind! Thank you for blessing me with your pets.
I have a week old lamb named Moose! He got his name from being exceptionally large at birth. (11 year old sister for scale)
Stay safe, friends!
🏡 Hey, everyone! 🏡 Even though my audience is arguably pretty small, I just wanted to put out one more thing that you’ll see in your day urging YOU (yes, you!) to stay inside! We gotta flatten the curve! Health care professionals need us to keep hospitals from getting overcrowded and making their jobs impossible. We have to protect our senior citizens and those with compromised immune systems. We can prevent what happened in Italy from happening if we act now. It’s up to us. I love you guys. Stay safe!
i love paying for education
In case you all thought this was just a joke, here’s the email from my college
You: Halloween Me, an intellectual: Tim Burton/ Johnny Depp month
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Slutty Witch
I don’t want a job. I want a cottage in the woods with a giant greenhouse and millions of little trinkets scattered around. I want friends and family and a wife. I want adorable pets and a place bake in peace. I want to be able to practice my witchcraft without judgement. I don’t want to spend half my day at an office and the rest taking care of a child. It might be the life for some, but not me. I want to travel the world, get souvenirs from France and Mexico and Lithuania and Egypt and India and Japan and more and more and more.
who here was on tumblr 4+ years ago
Reblog if you actually have made great friendships on tumblr.
me: wow i actually don’t feel so bad maybe i’m getting better!
me 2 minutes later:
Why is this so funny
This Friday the 13th is a Full Moon!
Get the water outside and charge your water and anything else with the power of this very special moon!
Percival Graves’ morning routine headcanons
- it is most important, before we begin, to note that this man sleeps naked. fully in the nude. bollocks out, if you will. but i digress
- his alarm - a shrill, unbearable sound - rings at precisely five am everyday. yes, even on the week-ends.
- he always blasts it to pieces, waits five minutes, and grumbles a grumpy reparo into his pillow.
- if it’s not the alarm it’s his cat who wakes him. the little bugger sneaks in through the ajar door if he forgot to close it and paws his face until he reaches out to give it a morning head pat.
- either way, the deed is done - our dear sir is awake, and unhappy.
- he makes his way to the adjoincing bathroom in the dark, mind still heavily blanketed with sleep. he takes a piss, washes his hands and slips on a soft bathrobe which he ties loosely at his waist.
- he exits the bathroom and turns on all the lights in his flat.
- his next stop is the kitchen, where he makes himself a cup of coffee. or two. depends on how many hours of sleeps he got last night, whether it was closer to two or four.
- he leaves his empty cup of coffee in the sink “to soak”, and will rinse it when he gets home that night before going to bed.
- he goes back to the bathroom.
- now it is important to note that Percival Graves is a man for which good hygiene is very important. he takes care of himself and his appearance, alright? you shall not see a hair out of place on his head.
- he washes his hands again and prepares the necessary tools to shave. shaving quiets his mind, allows him a bit of time to think and plan the day ahead as he goes through the necessary motions. he applies a warm towel to his face, then the foam, sharpens the blade (it’s a straight razor, of course) and shaves himself in quick, sharp strokes.
- he makes sure he has not missed a spot. if he is satisfied, he will nod, rinse off the last bits of cream and then apply some aftershave.
- if he’s not satisfied and if he’s got time, then he will go over a second time until he is perfectly clean-shaven, jaw as smooth as a baby’s.
- (should he need to, this is also the part where he trims his eyebrows, though he usually does that on week-ends.)
- that done, he brushes his teeth for exactly two minutes, which he counts in his head.
- he wipes the sink quickly with a sponge to clean it, takes off his bathrobe, and heads into the shower.
- (a shower during the week, a bath on the weekends.)
- he washes thoroughly. if he’s in the mood for a leisurely morning wank, then he’ll do it. if not then he just makes sure every part of him is clean.
- he dries off with a large, fluffy towel on which he has prealably cast a heating charm. this is his favorite part.
- he combs his hair roughly with his fingers. he’ll do it better once he’s dressed properly.
- he exits the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist.
- he’s already decided what to wear the day before.
- the union suit comes first. he only wears the finer things in life, so of course even his underwear would be tailored to fit him. it hugs his body in all the right places.
- after the underwear comes the shirt (windsor spread). Always white and pristine, it is folded neatly amongst its peers in the second top drawer of his wardrobe. he unwraps it and puts it on in front of his full-length mirror.
- a pair of dark, fitted slacks comes next. his arse looks very good in them. he tucks his shirt neatly into his pants and buttons it all the way up.
- he sits on the bed to slip on his socks and garters. again, they make him look swell, and he’s fully aware of it.
- next is the tie, knotted in a formal Windsor. tie pins, if he’s feeling bold. he doesn’t own many of them.
- standard barrel cuffs go at the end of the sleeves of his shirt.
- his waistcoat and vest are always paired in color. today, they are a dark blue, nearly black, with red trimming.
- his shoes are either standard black cap toed oxfords, or his boots if he knows he will have to go out in the field.
- once he’s reached this point, he goes back to the bathroom. he combs his hair properly this time, with a bit of wax - not too much as too make his hair look greasy, god no - just enough to ensure the style stays in place all throughout the day.
- he makes his bed neatly with a simple, quick spell that was taught in the army.
- goes back to the kitchen to feed his cat, which has thus far waited patiently for him.
- goes to the entrance. takes his favorite scarf, the blue one, and wraps it around his neck.
- grabs his heavy coat and puts it on.
- checks himself one last time in the mirror by the entrance, making sure he looks as he should: dashing, lethal, authoritarian.
- he does.
- he’s ready.
- he leaves the house, wards it heavily behind him, struts into an alley outside his building and apparates discretely to MACUSA.
- or, alternatively, later on -
- (he grins the smile of the wicked and touches the dealthy hallows pendant that sits in his pocket.)
- (he calls out for the real Percival Graves to have a good day, while he apparates to MACUSA and lives a dead man’s life.)
sorry.
fixed a typo… reblog this version for the sake of my pride
Having your earbud slowly slip out of your ear is the equivalent to those scenes in movies where a car is on the edge of a cliff and tips over into the endless abyss