Me: I Am Mentally And Physically Disabled And Therefore Am Not Capable Of Working As Much Or As Hard

We love a short (approximately 2 inch tall) king

Finally a three sentence horror story I can relate to

Guess who had a flare-up but is feeling a bit better now.

THIS GUY

He think, he blink, he dink

I’ve drawn so many mice lately, get ready for the mouse takeover

This one has a bowtie :)

I’m lupus until proven guilty

…Like innocent until proven guilty?

Is that anything?

I’m not TECHNICALLY diagnosed with lupus yet, because I have to see the rheumatologist for more tests. But my ANA is crazy, I definitely have some kind of autoimmune disorder, and I tested negative for RA and Sjögren's syndrome, so like. It’s PROBABLY lupus.

And I’m tired of saying I have “something” or “some weird autoimmune thing” or whatever. I just wanna put a name on it, and right now, that name is lupus.

My ADHD meds have been out of stock for like 2 weeks now and I’m at the stage of being unmedicated where I start getting the urge to undertake new, slightly dangerous hobbies. I have 4 wood carving tutorials open on my phone and there’s a whittling knife in my amazon cart RIGHT NOW. It’s only a matter of time before my resolve crumbles.

Y’ALL MY PARTNER AND I WENT TO AN ANTIQUE STORE TODAY AND LOOK

LOOK AT HER.

SHE’S SO SLAY

My ADHD ass in 8th grade hyper-fixating on a book and reading 500 pages in a day:

Me @ my therapist in 10th grade:

So fun fact when I was a kid my mom decided I wasn’t active enough. So she bought me absurdly expensive running shoes I did not ask for, dragged me out in the below freezing east coast weather, and started me on this “couch potato to 5k” challenge.

Every day after school, we ran. First it was 5 minutes a day, then 7, then 10… you get the gist. I think after 2 months we were running about an hour every day. By the time I quit running when I was 10, my mom and I had run 3 5ks together over the span of a little over a year.

A little after stopped running, I noticed some pain in my right knee. It got a little bit worse, and a little bit worse, and a little bit worse… and then five years later, when it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t pay attention in geography class because I was in constant pain from having to sit all day, I finally went to the doctor.

They told me the cartilage under my kneecap was worn down from overuse. It’s called chondromalacia patellae—also known as “runners knee.”

The thing is: When we were in races, and I was overwhelmed, I told my mom I wanted to stop. I told her I was in pain and I needed to slow down. I told her I didn’t like running.

And you know what she said to me?

“Suck it up.”

And I’m not saying “don’t tell your kids to exercise.” Your kids SHOULD exercise—not because of any bullshit weight reason or anything, but because they’re kids, and it’s good for them. Good for their bones, or whatever.

And I’m not saying “don’t exercise WITH your kids” either, because again, they should be exercising a little. And if you being there helps them stay motivated, that’s great.

What I am saying is: Listen to your kids. Trust that they know their own limits better than you do. Even if you think that they’re being over dramatic, or whiny, or whatever—don’t take the chance.

I’m 20 years old now. My knee still hurts. I have a whole suite of other, unrelated chronic conditions that would be improved if I exercised more. And I try to, I really do. But it’s kind of hard to do squats when just one makes your knee feel like it’s on fire for the rest of the week.

Listen. To. Your. Kids.

Ok WIP time I need some help, which of these hairstyles feels the most “the loch ness monster as a dating sim protag”