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i’ve found putting a name to any problem makes it more tolerable, because names tend to come with stories, and options, and support. definitely seeing all of those here.

jesus, i’m glad you’re ok.

thank you. *long-distance hugs* it’s under control now, thankfully—yay for the pill and spironolactone!

dude, i had such a shit time with endocrinologists in my teens, because to the “untrained”, the symptoms seem to point to an endocrine problem, right? but the endos that i saw were too busy insisting it wasn’t an endocrine problem to bother suggesting to us that it might be something else, and maybe try this thing or

i’ve had a laproscopy on my mind for a couple years now, because the symptoms for endometriosis match up pretty well for me, too. but i’m wussy. :(

yay for getting there, though! the facial hair was the kicker for me, i’ve had obvious facial hair since my mid-teens (high school was so much fun~), and it just got worse as i got older. i still have coarser than average facial hair, but the spironolactone (my script for PCOS) turned it... white? instead of black? it

i hear that about male gynecologists. i try my best, every day, to be inclusive and understanding and tolerant, but i really can’t imagine why a biological male would want to specialize in something he won’t ever be able to fully understand, unless he just wants to stare at vulvas all day or something*.

can someone please explain to me why PCOS seems so darned difficult to diagnose? in my early teens i had month-long periods that required post-natal pads (the ones with the belt), interspersed with three month gaps, excruciating pain, and passed clots that could easily be likened to spoonfuls of grape jelly, and i was

been eating without issue for over ten years now. :)

oddly enough, i didn’t really connect the dots with this article and my past anxiety problems til i read this comment. i didn’t eat solid food for a year and a half, and on and off for most of teen years before that, because i was afraid i was going to choke and die. the year-and-a-half bout was greatly fueled by GIRD

aww yeah, that’s how my ancestors got here, on prison boats. OUTLAW COUNTRY!!!

aww, tacoma is neat. SOUTH tacoma, on the other hand...

are you sure i shouldn’t be eating them like this?

- make various forms of cheesecake ice cream

dick’s burgers > everything

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my mom told me, when i was very, very young, that this song was based on a poem written to her.

that is anthony keidis, of the red hot chili peppers~

same boat as you: atypical eating disorder throughout my teen years, ended up graduating a year late, after bouncing from regular high school to alternative schooling to one-on-one teaching once a week. and that’s only because my parents really wanted at least one of their offspring to get a high school diploma, not

blech, i had that in eighth grade. i wasn't allowed to sit anywhere without putting a towel down first. i'm so sorry you had to go through that. D: