This Was Me In The Second Grade. They’d Ask Me To Explain My Answer In Math, And I’d Scribble Down

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Sure sure.

Where to start though?

I have an astigmatism that’s been present since I was a very young child, it set me back developmentally in every way, as you can imagine, and they didn’t catch it the first time they did the elementary annuals in like, kindergarten. Because I started bawling during the exam. Full on, Pearl Fey admitting her guilt levels of bawling. Little baby me had the epiphany that I was SUPPOSED to be able to read the little letters, and was very distraught. The test administrators dismissed this as me being scared of the equipment, so they let me go without a proper exam. (New flash, I was not, actually, scared of the machines at all. Because I couldn’t fucking tell what they were.)

My astigmatism continued undiagnosed for like another grade, and I was practically illiterate (because it was actually like a 6 or a 7 in one eye, and then a 5 in opposite direction the other so I’m technically both farsighted and nearsighted, lmfao get owned optometrists) till they did it again and realized it was absolutely atrocious.

That led to me needing to travel for at least an hour to find an optometrist who had equipment that was small enough for a 6-7 year old. The first one we tried couldn’t get the lenses stand low enough to give me a proper prescription, and the seat could t get any higher. (Thank you shitty early 2000’s medicine, not accounting for pediatric cases)

They told me I might be able to get lasik to fix it when I was much older. I went in for a check up at nineteen, and asked about that promising technology, and despite drastic improvements in my astigmatism (at least one of my eyes should qualify assuming it was a treatable type, and I didn’t have an extremely rare kind of astigmatism). They took one look at my chart and looked at me and said “lasik is not an option for you.” So I guess I have some really rare astigmatism that science still can’t effectively treat.

My prescription is still not able to be made into contacts either, so- yknow it’s bad.

My lenses were so thick they’ve actually broken the frames I picked out within a week of having them once.

I must simply be an enigma to medical professionals everywhere.

On the bright side, I’ve always donated my lenses so kids my age at the time with my same issues would at least have glasses.

I also ate grass and a flower once as a child. Yes I know what the flower is now, no, it wouldn’t have done anything at all, but probably don’t go testing if random lawn flowers are edible.

I’ve chewed on pine needles before. They taste like… well, they taste like pine-nuts. But leafy. And cellulose-y

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I chose this bed to lie in.

As long as it’s a bed of flowers I think I’m okay with that fate.

Jokes on you, it’s a panic attack so mild you’re confusing it for chest cramps.

parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)

Damn the hurricane headed for Florida went from a cat one to a cat five in less than 24 hours.

Fun fact; in recorded history it’s only been one of seven to do that.

I might be cooked yall.

(Of course it’s one with a lame ass name too, tf kinda name is Milton. At least Helene was a classy name. Might just get my ass beat by a bitch named fucking Milton.)

I felt that queen

worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

You make me feel seen with that “I hate this pose lemme redraw it fifty times” in the beginning. Thank god I’m not the only one who does that.

Aquarium date!

Total work time 109 min

I really need to actually draw a picture of my oc persona thing for a pf pic but I’m lazy, and also periods

:(