rabbit-maze
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I can't get my mind off of antifreeze and I can't abandon anybody.
Here's to all my homies who have/had temporary disabilities. It's hard to know where you are and where you stand. You don't want to step over people who have your problem permanently, but you know there is a place for you somewhere. Even when a disability is temporary, it exists in a moment in time. In that moment, you need help, accessibility, even if it won't matter forever. You can't walk up those stairs, read that picture, hold that pencil, whatever it is. And it matters. And you matter.
~ someone whose cushing's decided to thrust what felt like a million different temporary disabilities onto them last year
so much has happened since we last spoke. i spend a lot of time wondering about what you’d think of me, would you even recognize me? i’ve changed in ways i can’t even begin to explain. i don’t recognize you anymore.
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Thoughts on cortisol, OCD, anxiety, an anxious mother, and how ingrained fear is in my day to day life.
My spouse's grandfather loads the dishwasher knives-up.
He would yell at me anytime I was loading it, with knives sharp-end down; the handle's safety pointing towards the sky. I would reply with my own upset and explain how anything hazardous had to be pointed downward to prevent injury. I'd try to cite my mom and group homes in an attempt to convey the importance.
He was in the military; he made a career of it. He didn't see the worry, he replied to me something along the lines of "who would be ____ enough to be in that situation?". This now feeble old man, wondering how something worrisome could occur in that situation. It struck me as unreal. I think I remember yelling something about worrying about falls, slips, about his age and my children.
Lately, I'm thinking back on that moment and on my own sudden lack of cortisol and fear of the world around me. I don't have the same level of worry as I once did. My mother can come off as painfully over-worried sometimes and that's something peers in my past have pointed out. Despite that, she has also been right many, many times. I cling to her wisdom because we are poor and life is different when you are poor. She has experience and knowledge that I don't have.
I had this moment a few months back where I was crying at my mom that we should make some sort of safety plan or move somewhere where we can grow food. This sounds ridiculous, maybe. I always worry about food and apocalyptic situations. I imagined what would happen in the worst scenario and what I'd do. I know it's meant to be a therapy technique..? In that moment, with the stories of everything coming out, I sort of had this feeling of accepting I had no control over my death, my family's death, my friends' deaths, let alone anyone else in the world. Even in a movement, death happens. I'm so terrified of it, and then suddenly.. this beyond-level of peace and acceptance.
That it's okay to have no control over it? To be fearful but realize that nothing matters and that my death will always happen, regardless? Is it my mind trying to wrench power away from (not so) invisible enemies who want to kill me? To give up all will to some unknowable universal force that some might call God?
I used to be painfully suicidal. It was sort of like I wanted my death to be in my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about apocalyptic situations and how I'd have to overcome them (or that I was an antichrist and had to be eradicated - I knew it wasn't real but I couldn't stop thinking it).
Ever since then.. it's hard to describe my mind, but I've wanted to live and enjoy everything more? I'm crying out of overwhelming joy to so many things. This might also be coinciding with my recovery from Cushing's. A beginning of feeling again.
And then.. it clashes, somehow, for reasons I don't understand, with my thought-to-be unyielding need to be and prove my intelligence.. to the point that I kept engaging in accidentally self-destructive tendencies to prove my worth to everyone around me. In the worst ways.. pushing myself to study prestigiously looked at field after field with zero results because "ooh, interesting!", forgetting I am allowed to learn without needing a certification to prove it.
And the appreciation of the self-bimbohood sets in. Not a literal rejection of intelligence or adherent to sluttiness, but a realization that my mental health and the forces that shaped my being up to a point had pushed me to reject all the things I've loved that are aligned with femininity and aren't viewed as necessity by capitalism. Embracing hyperfeminine lesbianism and asexuality culture and having pieces of it in my life have felt so, so healing.
Is that level of peace and acceptance why my grandfather-in-law didn't worry about the knives pointed up? Did he accept his potential fate and death and now not worry about such trivial matters? Or did he just not think about it at all?
I know therapists and people online talk about being yourself.. But it doesn't seem to work for me at all.
I feel guilty for burning out after masking for a little over a year. I think my masks get assumed as an unstable sense of self by therapists.. despite my attempts to explain my experience. I don't know what's so off-putting about me when I don't mask, but everyone senses something is wrong and fake when I do.
I felt happiest when I was numb on Korlym for 3 years and unable to feel the deepest of emotions.. I feel them deeply again now and it's hard to manage, though millions of times easier than before.. but it's easiest to be numb and follow rules that are easy to find about society. It's easiest and then I don't worry about whether I feel happy or not because I wasn't feeling at all on that medication.
I have been crying for days over a lot of things.. it's so embarrassing.
the sexism in naruto is actually so crazy and all encompassing. every female character is defined by her relationship to men. the majority are boy-crazy. and it’s constantly remarked upon how weak they are when compared to their male teammates.
not only that but the main male characters actively dislike the women they’ve been paired off with. shikamaru is into temari but his infinite dream is not having to marry her. sai ends up with ino despite finding her ugly. naruto thinks hinata is weird and boring. sasuke’s dislike of sakura is infamous.
adult men’s interest in women is seen as comical and alien. (reactions to the sexy jutsu, jiraiya harassing women). almost all of the adult men are perpetual bachelors or sex perverts (and those who aren’t are stand ins for “mom and dad”).
when boys actually do like girls, it’s to show goofy immaturity and innocence (naruto’s crush on sakura that he grows out of as he reaches maturity, lee’s crush which is dropped entirely, obitos crush on rin which lasts into adulthood just to show he isn’t entirely separate from the boy he once was)
the whole ninja society likes to imagine it is a mostly gender blind world where women can thrive but this is SO obviously untrue. women are almost always healers and support. women make up less than 1/3 of the ninjas even at genin level. girls are almost all desperate to become wives and earn the attention of boys who don’t even like them!
mikoto uchiha was a jonin and presumably directly descended from the uchiha line (based on characters commenting that she/sasuke look just like izuna uchiha), but we only ever see her retired and raising her sons while her husband gets to be clan leader. (why?? if he married into the main family and she is an extremely capable ninja??)
similarly kushina uzumaki is borderline royalty and a jinchuriki, but her husband is hokage. once again the mother carries on the burden of power (for her sons to inherit) but the father has the title and status.
even the backstory of ninja enforces this. kaguya literally ate the forbidden fruit, giving the gift of chakra to all of humanity but also dooming them to fight for eternity. literally womens original sin …
anyway it’s not that all this sexist shit is in the story. it’s that kishimoto seemingly has no idea it’s there and believes the women he writes have epic girl power. how do you even do this by accident. why does every boy hate their wife. why did kaguya commit the original sin ! the girl characters want so badly to be with a boy but they don’t even care that the boy doesn’t like them back!! sakura and hinata are in loveless marriages of obligation and THEY DONT EVEN CARE??? they’re into it??? does kishimoto think men are universally forced to marry women they don’t like? does he blame women for this?WHY IS THE ORIGINAL SIN DRIVING THE BUS ALL THE SUDDEN?
a cyborg manifesto, donna haraway - BLAME!, tsutomu nihei - holy wild, gwen benaway - blade runner, ridely scott - pixel affection, yeule - ghost in the shell (1995), mamoru oshii
I am getting a lot of my emotions back from after 3 years of being on Korlym. I have Cushing's Disease and had the tumor removed in October. I have been crying nearly non-stop, when I have my private moments, about how much I love things and how badly I've been masked. I keep getting hit with personal understanding epiphanies that feel like the climax of a movie. It feels like such a big deal to me.
My daughter introduced me to Cookie Run: Kingdom, so I like that, too, now. I really love that ethereal yume raindrop aesthetic.
I really like the aesthetic of Agar Agar, Frilled Jellyfish, and Milky Way cookie the most. 💕 That iridescent, colorful liquidy vibe is the best!!
I made a new tumblr where I'll post about music I like, find, etc.
I like VR. I want to learn more about it.
Things I do:
Draw (anime girls + fashion)
Sing
Write poetry
Journal
Research aesthetics
Plan dream coords from aesthetics I like
Catalog physical music to buy
Practice therapy skills
This really has been my past 2 weeks 😭
playing infinity nikki is like:
“so there’s this big race war between the fluffy bunnies and the sparkle pixies over the nuke the fluffy bunnies have locked away in a train. you see, hundreds of years ago god died and the two groups both blame each other for it so they’ve been completely hostile to each other since.”
“nikki we need your help! pinchy the adorable crab has been torn to shreds by a monster! it’s a cover for the dream murderer going after the nuke we keep in our train. quick, get to choo choo station to confront the dream murderer and stop the brain death epidemic they’re spreading!”
“oh no our friend is bleeding out!!!! nikki hurry and go get some cotton and a fish so we can make bandages!”
“so i know you need to get on this train to get your friend life saving care but i don’t believe you’re a responsible person so have this fashion contest with me first”
Infinity Nikki is so fun 🥺🎀
And I was so young when I behaved 25
Yet now, I find I've grown into a tall child
allow yourself to be a beginner
Things I love:
Skincare
Rainy days
The Forest
Clouds & Night Skies
Video Games (cozy, indie, jrpg)
Soft clothes & blankets
The beach
Animals ♡
Learning Japanese
Snow, changing seasons
Cats getting caught doing crimes
https://www.instagram.com/share/reel/BAQAiYXoBD
Some things I really like & should try or do more:
Dereality / weird core image creation
Photography
Fashion sketching
Image collaging
Profile layout, icon, & blinkies creation
I used to do some of these things.. The other things listed are newer or felt like I wasn't allowed to try them. (ocd?)
( ꈍᴗꈍ)人*ﾟ°.✧
manifesting~!!
(∩ᄑ_ᄑ)⊃━☆ﾟ*･｡*･
manifesting positive momentum!
manifesting deep humility, patience, and compassion.
manifesting love and sacred moments.
safe for work personal journal~ 🩵
this is an about me section that will be continually updated:. ..
..: • age: 34
..: • pronouns: she/they
++ hyperfeminine sapphic ace
..: • based in California 𓆩♡𓆪
..: • married mom of 2 kids ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱
..: • perpetual nerd, fashionholic, + music junkie
..: • health-centric survivor & weirdo
++ ocd, c-ptsd, spinal stenosis & cushing's
++ returning to the world post-recovery
..: • this tumblr is the journal for me to learn and remember myself, and share those pieces of myself with my friends and to find my community; the ones who share those pieces.
..: • i have other tumblrs to express specific interests of mine:
Things I love:
Japanese Rhythm Arcade Games
Tea
Doll joints, robotic hinges and arthropod exoskeleton are part of the same family of "i am gonna give this character horizontal lines on its body" but denote different vibes of it.
I propose this new alignment chart.
