Chronic pain pisses me off cause I'm not even incapacitated for like a cool or badass reason instead my body is throwing the world's biggest temper tantrum because it's raining outside
unpopular opinion i think disabled people should be able to struggle with silly things an complain about it without someone just sayin "agh y'all can't do nothing" sometimes I don't want to talk about how i have problems sleeping cause i wake up chocking on my own vomit/regurgitation or acid, sometimes i just want go talk about how playing dmc with hypermobile fingers is hard as fuck or how adhd makes difficult to choose wich type of coffee i want and that's ok
please do your best to not express disgust when a hypermobile person... exists. like, i'll bend my fingers weird, and the people around me will writhe and gag in disgust. referring to it as "body horror" is the worst part. it's not body horror. my body isn't horror. my body is a part of me.
yeah, it's a little freaky when you're not used to it, but please do your damnedest to keep it to yourself. it's incredibly humiliating to be on the receiving end of that sort of thing. it makes me feel like a monster or something less than human. be kind to those that aren't like you. that's the lesson at the end of the day, for all things.
People take the word ambulatory wheelchair user, and say it means exclusively part time wheelchair users and run with it.
I’m an ambulatory wheelchair user. But I’m not a part time wheelchair user. I use my wheelchair EVERY SINGLE day. That means that I’m not a part time wheelchair user, because I use it more than part time. A lot more than part time.
There seems to be this new rhetoric, that ambulatory = part time. And for most, this isn’t the case. Ambulatory does not mean part time, it simply means that you can walk.
I can walk around my room unassisted by any mobility aids. I cannot walk to the lunch room which is literally up the hall without a mobility aid. I’m almost a full time crutch user, and I’m an ambulatory wheelchair user.
I am not a part time mobility aid user, and I hate that people have come to the “agreement” that ambulatory means part time, when that is quite literally, not true.
It’s okay if the only thing you accomplished today was keeping yourself alive. Existing with a body that constantly malfunctions is exhausting. You don’t need to ‘earn’ rest. You already deserve it.
Hello dolly!! I really enjoy reading your fics so much
May I request a sevika with a plus sized reader fluff? Where reader is doing yoga surprising sevika with their flexibility for the first time?
Hi! Thank you!! 🫶🏻
I have EDS so I’m also super bendy! I’ve stiffened up a bit now but when I was first diagnosed (over ten years ago) my party trick was to do the ‘Dancer Pose’ (Natarajasana) and put my foot on my head!! (Defs permanently messed my hips up but it was funny at the time 😭)
Wife!Sevika x Reader - Steady
Summary: Sevika comes home to find her wife practicing yoga. What starts as surprise, quickly turns into pride and admiration.
Sevika knew something was off the second she walked in and didn’t hear you.
No hum, no muttering, no soft shuffle of you moving around the space. Just quiet. The kind that made her pause in the doorway, eyes narrowing slightly as she set her things down.
Then she heard it.
A slow exhale.
She followed the sound, boots quieter than usual against the floor, until she reached the next room and stopped dead.
You were on the mat.
Folded in a way she didn’t think bodies were supposed to fold.
One leg planted, the other lifted and hooked behind your shoulders, arms steady, fingers pressed into the floor like it was nothing. Your breathing was even, calm, like this wasn’t a hell of a feat to witness.
Sevika blinked.
“…What the hell,” she muttered, more to herself than anything.
You didn’t hear her at first, too focused, but then your eyes flicked up and landed on her. There was a beat, and then your whole face softened and your eyes lit up.
“Oh. Hi, my love.”
Like you weren’t currently twisted into something that looked impossible.
Sevika let out a short breath through her nose, something fond slipping though as she stepped closer, eyes dragging over you like she was trying to figure out where the trick was.
“Since when can you do that?”
You shrugged, which somehow didn’t break the pose at all. “Been practicing.”
“Practicing,” she repeated flatly.
Her hand came out before she could stop herself, hovering near your side, not quite touching yet. Like she expected you to topple over at any second.
You didn’t.
Instead, you shifted slightly, easing out of the position with controlled, careful movement, unfolding piece by piece until you were sitting upright on the mat, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.
Sevika huffed, but there was no bite to it.
“Could’ve warned me,” she said. “Walk in and you’re… doing whatever that was.”
You smiled, a little shy now that you were actually being watched. “Wanted to get better first.”
Taking you in properly. Sevika’s gaze moved over you, slower this time, taking everything in with a softness that made your chest feel warm.
There was something warm in her expression now.
“Yeah, baby,” she said, softly. “I can see you’ve been at it.”
You shifted, a little self-conscious under the attention. “It’s probably not that impressive-“
“It is,” she cut in, immediately.
No hesitation.
You blinked at her.
Sevika stepped closer, tenderly brushing your hair back from your face.
“You make it look easy,” she added.
You let out a small laugh. “It’s not.”
“Didn’t think it would be.”
There was a pause, comfortable, her hand still resting against you.
Then her gaze dropped back to the mat, then to you again, something almost curious flickering in her eyes.
“…Show me again?”
You tilted your head. “You want to see it again?”
“Yeah,” she said, quieter this time. “Please.”
Your heart swelled.
You shifted back into position, slower now, aware of her watching in a different way. Not surprised anymore. Just… focused. Appreciative.
Sevika crouched slightly this time, closer to your level, eyes tracking every movement like she was committing it to memory.
When you settled into the full pose again, steady and balanced, she let out a low breath.
“Damn, baby doll.”
You laughed a little, trying to hold still. “You’re staring.”
“Yeah,” she agreed simply.
There was warmth in her voice that made your face heat.
“Careful,” she murmured, her hand coming back to hover near you again. “If you fall, I’m right here.”
You smiled without breaking form. “I know.”
She finally let her hand settle on your waist, warm fingers brushing your side. Light. Supportive. Not because you needed it, but because she wanted to be part of it somehow.
Then she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
It lingered for a second longer than you expected.
When you eased back down settling onto the mat, she didn’t move away. If anything, she stayed closer.
Her hand slid properly around your waist now, steady and sure, thumb brushing once like she couldn’t quite help herself.
“You’ve been hiding that,” she said.
“A little.”
Sevika’s lips twitched.
“Proud of you,” she says softly.
You blinked. “For yoga?”
“For sticking with something,” she replied, voice low and gentle. “For letting me see it.”
You looked up at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby.” Her voice dropped, softer, warmer. “I like seeing you like this.”
There was something in the way she said it that made your chest feel a little lighter.
Seen. Not just for what you could do, but how you did it.
You smiled, and the earlier hesitation eased out of your shoulders, leaving something steadier behind.
“You can watch anytime.”
Her lips curved slightly.
“Good.”
She shifted then, drawing you closer, guiding you back against her so you were both sitting together on the mat.
Her chin rested lightly near your shoulder, her arms wrapped around you in an easy, familiar hold.
“Mmm, you’re comfortable,” she murmured, breathing you in.
You smiled a little, leaning back into her. “Good.”
Her arms tightened slightly around you, settling you in against her.
“Stay like this,” she said quietly.
You hummed in agreement.
Her grip tightened just a little, cozy and secure.
You leaned back into her fully this time, letting yourself relax.
She pressed another small kiss against your neck. Heartfelt and lingering.
“Next time,” she added, voice softer now, “call me in sooner.”
silly ableism is my hypermobility making me unable to walk because my legs hurt, but if I use my cane my wrists start hurting instead, and if I stay in bed my back hurts too
