Ah, well I now know the reason I can't write or draw anymore.
For years now I been losing the ability to do things. Things I could do and had the motivation to. It's more than my creative expression. I'm about to give back a literal life saving device because the management and upkeep are just things I can not do anymore. Things I learned and did automatically I can no longer do, chores, self care and household management are all suffering and making any task these are the foundation of far harder.
I am living through something which is enormously stressing and nearly a crisis, if I'm honest like 5 somethings. I may lose my only family, my only shelter, my only freedom to live on my own, the meager amount physical capability I have lived my adult life with.
It's understandable then that I am probably experiencing skill regression and because of what I am, everything I raise concern to my doctors over goes ignored for years. I was told 5 years ago that even if I have autism it's too late to help an autistic adult. In 2011 I told my doctor about the fact I was menstruating for months on end. Only in 2016, when I switched clinics and left the race box empty intentionally did I get the diagnosis of endometriosis. In 2013 I was made aware of what fibromyalgia symptoms are and talked to my doctor who literally said I "can't" have it. My rheumatologist diagnosed me with it in 2022, when I was almost bed ridden from pain issues. How long this time?? How long until someone helps me? How much of my body and life must suffer until someone listens?




















