yoooo fellow hypermobile system (YEEEEOWCH MY JOINTTTTTSSSS!!!!!!!!!)
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN IN OUR ASKS BUT YEAAAHHH!!! I CREAK LIKE A BARN DOOR BROTHER!!!

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yoooo fellow hypermobile system (YEEEEOWCH MY JOINTTTTTSSSS!!!!!!!!!)
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN IN OUR ASKS BUT YEAAAHHH!!! I CREAK LIKE A BARN DOOR BROTHER!!!
I hate it how, in my mind, there are no definitive lines, and I can't trust my mind enough to say what is intention versus what is not intention.
I can't tell what is a stim versus a tic, because I have barely any control of my body or actions, so I legitimately can't tell what's a stim or a tic.
I can't tell what is a impulse versus something I actually want.
People ask me what I want, and in most context, I can't answer.
I can't do most of the things I want, and no amount of gaslighting from health workers is going to change that.
Me, jaw out of place for the 3rd time this month, has a joint disorder and was just diagnosed with TMJ: alright my jaw is doing okay im doing fine got a normal jaw with normal joints oh ahh i think a yawn is coming on lemme just open my mouth real big for it myyaaaaaaaaa
My absolute bastard of a jaw, and the joints who acted as co-conspirators:
Hyper-Specific Poll, Bellamy Edition!
You have Macrocephaly/Abnormally Small Lower Jaw/Really Large Tongue
Your Sweat Doesn't have any Sodium in it
You have more than Fifteen Google Doc WIPs
You have Over Thirty Plushies
You are a Punk-Goth Hippie
You have a Binder with Folders covered in Stickers
You Originally Joined Tumblr because of Percy Jackson and Homestuck
You've been on this Hellsite for Seven or More Years
More than one of the Above (Feel Free to Tag!)
None/See Results
I need someone to snap my spine like a glowstick.
Some Ableist Weirdo: "I don't believe that you're disabled :/"
Me: "That sounds like a you problem. I shouldn't have to prove to you that I'm disabled. A lot of my conditions are internal or Neurological, and so a lot of them can't be observed by closed-minded assholes like yourself. Get a life instead of shoving your dysfunctional opinions down my throat. :3"
Reminder: I am two clicks away from blocking anyone who is Ableist and/or LGBTQ+Phobic. (I am also not of a minority race myself, but if I see any Lil Shits being racist, I won't hesitate.)
I find it hilarious how I don't know how abled bodies are supposed to function, because, y'know... I've never had an abled body.
And people expect me to know where the line is between when something is wrong. Shit has been wrong my whole life, and only for the past six-ish years have I been able to get professional help, because I've lived below the poverty line.
I don't know how long a human can sit without some back support, no. Enlighten me.
I mentally told myself for as long as I can remember, that everyone was in this much pain and that I was just being a wuss about it. I'm not a wuss. I'm over muting my symptoms for other peoples' comfort, I'm over being internally ableist towards myself.
I'm not. I'm fighting to be heard, still. Fighting for my symptoms to be taken seriously, even when I'm professionally diagnosed.