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People Get Tired Of You Being Sick

When you first become ill, they will show you sympathy. They’ll send you cards and hope you get well soon. They’ll call or text to check in and see how you’re doing. They’ll cut you slack. They’ll be understanding when you have trouble keeping up. 

But once your illness becomes a chronic condition, they wonder why you can’t get better. They show impatience and frustration. They stop trying to include you in plans. They ask why you aren’t trying harder. They don’t get it. They just want you to be abled again so that you’re not inconveniencing them.

People get tired of you being sick, but they don’t stop to think that you’re probably fucking tired of being sick, too. They don’t take the time to think about how you’d love to just get over it. They don’t care enough to realize you didn’t choose this. 

what bpd is like

Bpd be like…

A minor inconvenience? Initiate RAGE

A stranger smiles at you? Initiate LOVE

Your fp doesn’t respond three minutes after you message them? InitiateDESPAIR

Someone bugs you slightly? Initiate HATRED

Something is slightly more than you (more anything at all)? Initiate JEALOUSY

Something good happens? Initiate EUPHORIA

and it all changes within seconds…

Letters to my parents, pt. 7

“You walk at home? Do you even need your wheelchair?”

Yes, because walking in my own house is different than walking class to class at school. I don’t carry a heavy backpack at home. I’m not on a tight schedule at home. I can sit on the ground at home. I can ask my parents or siblings to help me at home. I can crawl on my hands and knees at home. I can lie in the middle of the hallway at home. I can sit on counters and tables at home. I can bear a lot of pain at home. I can show that pain at home. I can collapse in the middle of crawling up the staircase at home.

Don’t tell me or anyone else where or when they need to use their mobility device

Tonight

Me:-eats something-

Stomach:“GET IT OUT OF ME!”

Me:“You’ve had this before and you were fine!”

Stomach:“bitch what did I just say!? IM REJECTING IT!”

Can I get a motherfucking uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bullet to the head?