Just A Millennial In The Us

Waiting for the world to end!

[justepilepsy]

Good morning (or evening depending on where you are),

I was diagnosed with epilepsy in high school and it truly made high school more of a hell than it usually is for students. Anyway it’s been almost 8 years since my last seizure and I take medication every single day.

I have been referred to as ‘handicapped’ because of this in the past. My question is, how would you respond to someone calling your epilepsy a handicap?

Hi, sorry for the late reply, I tend to answer asks on PC only, and I had some technical issues these past weeks. I am honestly not sure how I'd respond to this, because I feel like there's a language issue lying in the term handicapped, that I may miss in my answer. In my head i equate or at least put "handicap" into a similar range as the word "disability". And I generally say: "yes, epilepsy is a disability". From what I also understand is, that handicap is used to point out the disadvantage aspect of a disability, rather than just pointing out that it is a disability? I am not sure if it has a negative/discriminative connotation though, so I'd be happy if someone with native english would explain. Anyways, at the moment I think it depends on the situation.

Is my epilepsy an actual handicap / giving me a disadvantage in this situation/context or is this term right now used to downplay my achievements or chances in achieving something? I would say though, if you feel iffy or weird about being referred to as handicapped, and if the situation allows it, let the person saying so know, that you don't like the term, and that you prefer another. (give them an alternative to use if possible and needed).

[botchedbabe]

I disagree with you, I would not consider my epilepsy a disability. Maybe other epileptic’s do, but I do not.

It could be different because mine had absolutely no rhyme or reason for them and I only had the grand maul seizures for a few years. Now I just take medication every morning.

It has not disabled me in the least. I still live alone, drive, travel alone, have a full time career, own my house.

Even when I first started having them in high school. Sure, I missed a lot of school, but I still graduated with a 3.0 gpa-the only thing it held me back with was driving and that was only for a few years.

[ryebreadgf]

yall with your ugly celeb man crushes

[bramblepatch]

This is a powerful child.

[botchedbabe]

Yes the kid is adorable, but can we talk about how incredible that mom is to let her get the doll in the first place? I mean most (I’m not saying all) parents would be super against their child seeming ‘weird’ or being picked on by other kids or even other adults, but this mom doesn’t give a shit what those judgemental assholes think!

This is a parenting lesson in itself! I am obsessed with this video!!

[tians-heart]

credit goes to: tiktok account-@riskhappy, idk if she has a youtube channel or anything

anyway this is pretty funny so enjoy

[nightwing1536]

I loved this

[botchedbabe]

I have not laughed this hard in sooo long! Hilarious! I love it!

[memewhore]

[botchedbabe]

For the love of god! Turn the sound up!

[botchedbabe]

So I won a contest at work and the top winners got to meet a ‘washed up’ rapper, but didn’t get to chose who. Anyway I was brought up to meet 50 Cent and he was full on flirting with me, said he lives 30 minutes from me and while he was in the middle of giving me his number-my phone froze and I woke up. When I woke up I realized that it was not 50 Cent that I was talking to, it was Snoop Dogg!!!

[csny]

Honestly obsessed with ash for cutting off his hand with a chainsaw and then going on to use a chainsaw as his signature weapon. Absolutely no emotional connection to that hand. Absolutely no bad memories of cutting off his own hand.

[old-flesh]

[botchedbabe]

Were you raised in a barn?! Ashly Williams played by the very sexy Bruce Campbell in the 80’s and 90’s cult classics Evil dead, Evil Dead 2 and Army Of Darkness. Then he comes back still very sexy again a few years ago in Ash Vs Evil Dead!

[anarchy-kisses]

Hi, welcome to super market, did you find everything okay?

yes I did thank you for serving our country

[botchedbabe]

Supurrrr Market!!

[whitepeopletwitter]

[puttingherinhistory]

This is so fucking depressing. Making men’s dicks feel good is not worth women harming themselves. Why do we as a society allow women to harm themselves because men don’t wanna wear condoms because “wuh wuhhh it doesn’t feel as good with a condom on 😩” neither does depression, breast cancer, or strokes! If you have adverse side effects to birth control, get off it and make your man wear a condom or get a vasectomy. If he refuses that, find a sexual partner who gives half a shit about your health and safety.

[millatheshieldmaiden]

I mean, even if you’re on any type of hormonal birth control, still use a condom. Even if you’re both STI free, even if you’re “fluid bound”. There are some really good non-latex options out there for those of you with latex allergies.

Normalize using condoms. People with vaginas: buy condoms. Have a pack on hand. Keep it in your beside table and carry a couple with you whenever you think maybe there’s a slight chance of sex happening.

Yes, people with penises *should* carry condoms, but don’t assume they will. Have a personal policy of “no condom, no sex”.

[puttingherinhistory]

This. No form of birth control is 100% effective, which is why it’s super important to always use at least two forms of birth control. Don’t rely on only one form of birth control. If you have adverse side effects to birth control or for any other reason can’t be on it, not only should your partner be wearing a condom but try other forms of a second contraceptive for yourself like spermicide or a diaphragm to pair with condom use. You might think you and your partner are both STI free, but STI symptoms can lie dormant for years which is why it’s important to always wear a condom even with birth control.

[botchedbabe]

I made my fiancé come with me to put in an IUD. The next day (I’m still pretty sore) and he came home from work with a little mini rose plant in a cup - he kissed me and thanked me for having birth control put in. ❤️ 🌹 ❤️

[sapphire-sapphic]

when you tell a girl her outfit is really cute and she does a little pose thing then smiles, reblog if u agree

[thatiswhy]

[botchedbabe]

When she has pockets in a dress and smiles really big with her hands in them almost singing “thank you! It has pockets!” Thats my favorite (:

[everythingfox]

Hungry hungry hippos

(via)

[botchedbabe]

Hungry Hungry Doggos 🐕

[botchedbabe]

Men will lick an asshole, but won’t eat the pizza crust 🍕

[botchedbabe]

When I was 15 I had my first seizure. My very first boyfriend was driving and we were picking up my little sister from elementary school. We parked in the retirement home next door to her school and waited. While we were waiting I got a little dizzy so I placed my head on his shoulder, it slipped onto his lap and I had my very first grand maul. Of course I don’t remember what happened for the next few hours, but I guess he got ahold of my mom and I was taken to the hospital. He did not go with me. From that point on he would not hang out alone with me, we would not have sex, he wouldn’t let me stay the night or even watch a movie with me (I was having at least one every other day for a while with absolutely no cause). He dumped me on my 16th birthday. He said that it was “too difficult for him to see me in so much pain”. I thought about what he said every single day of my life for YEARS, it drove me to attempting suicide multiple times.

Anyway after he left (good riddance), dispite my neurologist’s opinion, my family and I decided to take me off of the birth control pills that I started taking only a month before that first grand maul. That didn’t stop them completely, but I went from having at least one every other day to once a week. So improvement, right? That was when my stupid know-it-all, but really know-nothing neurologist starting trial and erroring medications. After at least two dozen different medications which some caused me to throw up everyday, have a lot more seizures, slow down on them but still having the occasional, sleep for days at a time etc. I finally thought I found the miracle pill and went almost a year without seizing at all.

Then senior year of high school happened... sitting in Current World Problems class with a dickwad teacher who yelled at me minutes before for having my phone facedown in the corner of my desk while popular kids were literally showing him memes on their phones. Anyway the left side of my face tingled (as it always did milliseconds before), I remember thinking ‘Shit’ then dropping to the floor out of my desk. I guess the fire department showed up to the school and called my mom. I had pissed my pants and bit through the side of my tongue. I briefly remember walking into the hospital holding my moms hand asking her what happened, then I black out again.

The rest of that year was absolute hell, my asswipe Current World Problems teacher tried to fail me because I couldn’t take a big test because I was IN THE HOSPITAL-my mom bitched him out and I passed barely with a D-. Other students were dicks and called me names because of my pants pissing. There was a rumor spread that my boyfriend (who I didn’t have) was beating me and that’s why I had a black eye and a fractured nose, NOT because I cracked my face on my desk on the way down and then hit my face against the ground before someone flipped me over. I later found out that most of the kids that were in my classroom when that happened didn’t defend me and were spreading the rumors as well.

Moral of this story is learn who your real friends are, I have kept ONE best friend through that entire thing-beginning to end. He saw me at the hospital, brought me flowers and slept on the couch beside me, even went to senior prom with me.

Secondary moral of this story is no matter how bad life gets, don’t give up. I just passed 7 years since that last one and my life is getting better by the second. I went from a depressed, anxiety ridden, suicidal bitch who avoided the world and as many people as I possibly could- now I’m 25, engaged to the love of my life, very successful insurance salesman, own my home, two dogs. Life couldn’t be better, sometimes I look at the scars on my wrist (poorly concealed with tattoos) and I think about how stupid I was to think that killing myself would fix anything.

But with absolutely everything that has happened, If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change a thing (:

@fuckepilepsy

[fuckepilepsy]

The paths we take after that first seizure are invariably difficult. It is challenging at best, and insufferable at worst. I suppose the argument could be made that finding out who your friends really are is something of a silver lining, but it would be nice if the clowns could make a little less noise on their way out of your life. But I’m happy that you are in a good place now!

[botchedbabe]

If I’ve learned anything during this time it would be that there is no cure for ignorance. There is always going to be ignorant pricks who joke about seizures, spread rumors or straight up call you (or me) weak for taking medication every morning. Although it can be difficult sometimes, I try to laugh it off and then drop the facts on them.

Light flickers-

Ignorant person flaps their arms around “that light is making me have a seizure. Hahahaha”

Me - “Yeah Haha”

*10 second pause*

Me - “you know, I am epileptic. I have seizures”

Them *go pale* “oh my god I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Then we should probably turn off that light, right? Haha”

Me - “Only 3% of epileptics are caused by lights. Mine aren’t photosensitive, there’s no cause to mine. They just happen.”

Then I moonwalk out of the room, tripping on my pant legs on the way out. (:

[botchedbabe]

When I was 15 I had my first seizure. My very first boyfriend was driving and we were picking up my little sister from elementary school. We parked in the retirement home next door to her school and waited. While we were waiting I got a little dizzy so I placed my head on his shoulder, it slipped onto his lap and I had my very first grand maul. Of course I don’t remember what happened for the next few hours, but I guess he got ahold of my mom and I was taken to the hospital. He did not go with me. From that point on he would not hang out alone with me, we would not have sex, he wouldn’t let me stay the night or even watch a movie with me (I was having at least one every other day for a while with absolutely no cause). He dumped me on my 16th birthday. He said that it was “too difficult for him to see me in so much pain”. I thought about what he said every single day of my life for YEARS, it drove me to attempting suicide multiple times.

Anyway after he left (good riddance), dispite my neurologist’s opinion, my family and I decided to take me off of the birth control pills that I started taking only a month before that first grand maul. That didn’t stop them completely, but I went from having at least one every other day to once a week. So improvement, right? That was when my stupid know-it-all, but really know-nothing neurologist starting trial and erroring medications. After at least two dozen different medications which some caused me to throw up everyday, have a lot more seizures, slow down on them but still having the occasional, sleep for days at a time etc. I finally thought I found the miracle pill and went almost a year without seizing at all.

Then senior year of high school happened... sitting in Current World Problems class with a dickwad teacher who yelled at me minutes before for having my phone facedown in the corner of my desk while popular kids were literally showing him memes on their phones. Anyway the left side of my face tingled (as it always did milliseconds before), I remember thinking ‘Shit’ then dropping to the floor out of my desk. I guess the fire department showed up to the school and called my mom. I had pissed my pants and bit through the side of my tongue. I briefly remember walking into the hospital holding my moms hand asking her what happened, then I black out again.

The rest of that year was absolute hell, my asswipe Current World Problems teacher tried to fail me because I couldn’t take a big test because I was IN THE HOSPITAL-my mom bitched him out and I passed barely with a D-. Other students were dicks and called me names because of my pants pissing. There was a rumor spread that my boyfriend (who I didn’t have) was beating me and that’s why I had a black eye and a fractured nose, NOT because I cracked my face on my desk on the way down and then hit my face against the ground before someone flipped me over. I later found out that most of the kids that were in my classroom when that happened didn’t defend me and were spreading the rumors as well.

Moral of this story is learn who your real friends are, I have kept ONE best friend through that entire thing-beginning to end. He saw me at the hospital, brought me flowers and slept on the couch beside me, even went to senior prom with me.

Secondary moral of this story is no matter how bad life gets, don’t give up. I just passed 7 years since that last one and my life is getting better by the second. I went from a depressed, anxiety ridden, suicidal bitch who avoided the world and as many people as I possibly could- now I’m 25, engaged to the love of my life, very successful insurance salesman, own my home, two dogs. Life couldn’t be better, sometimes I look at the scars on my wrist (poorly concealed with tattoos) and I think about how stupid I was to think that killing myself would fix anything.

But with absolutely everything that has happened, If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change a thing (:

@fuckepilepsy

[girlbossfranziskavonkarma]

[botchedbabe]

@spongebob-connoisseur what are your thoughts?!

[botchedbabe]

6 months ago vs today 🐶

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Fun fact! Spongebob's house is probably eating him alive since pineapple has a enzyme called bromelain that breaks down proteins. That's usually the reason why your mouth stings/tingles when you eat a pineapple. Your stomach acid is enough to dissolve that protein but the thought still remains.

His own home is breaking down his flesh suit while he remains blissfully unaware. Perhaps it's already affecting him now with his personality changes throughout the seasons hmm? 👀 his body might have the ability to regenerate but I doubt it would be as strong as the original. Slowly consuming his brain 👀

This is also probably why the nematodes hadn't returned from the first time they consumed his house. You thought after they slurp-slurped down his house they would have been back for more but nah. They were found dead behind an abandoned Tim Hortons.

[just-pineapple-responses]

Someone tagged me in this you know who you are

[spongebob-connoisseur]

@botchedbabe

[botchedbabe]

@just-pineapple-responses what are you going to do about it? 👊🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼👊🏼

[futuremoji]

The last song you listened to describes why you would be cancelled

[botchedbabe]

WAP!! I was cancelled for my Wet Ass Pussy!!