As a toddler, I was perpetually too small for my age and was sent to specialists to uncover any underlying problems. They told my parents I wouldn’t hit five feet (but I showed them! I’m 5 1 ¾). I was in and out of the hospital with pneumonia multiple times. I had a blocked tear duct that caused me to wake up with my eye glued shut every morning and had to have surgery. All before age 5.Read More
Anyone who's even taking a passing glance at this blog will relate to this story.
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There was a recent article in Cosmopolitan entitled Doctors Told Her She Was Just Fat. She Actually Had Cancer by the incomparable Maya Dusenbery. I recommend you read it. It's chilling.
But that article led me to discovering something else. There's a website devoted to essentially the same topic that we are, except as to how it relates to fat people (usually women). I use the term fat because that is the term the site uses. The blog is called "First Do No Harm" and they have quite a bit of resources on the topic including studies showing that doctors do, in fact, discriminate against fat people. (Is that shocking? Not one bit.)Read More
My mom passed away in 1997 when I was 13 years old. It was very unexpected and traumatic on me, as I had been an only child and very close to my mom. She had devoted her life to parenting & raising me after she divorced my dad when I was 2 years old. It was always her & I against the world after that point and she was my closest friend as well as being an amazing mother.
Before her death, around the time I was about 11 or so, she developed a medical issue. I only understand it to the level I do based on her writings in her diaries, which I have & kept since her passing. She did an amazing job hiding from me her levels of pain and her struggle with the condition she developed. In her journal she wrote that she didn't want to worry me.Read More
I was misdiagnosed as bipolar as a teenager, the after effects of this still haunt to me to this day.
Let me go back a bit here first though to explain how I got there. As a young child and again as a preteen I was raped by an adult who was close to me. I never disclosed this information to anyone for my sanity, and yet not doing so would eventually steal it away anyways.
By 13 though, I was broken beyond repair I felt. So I began to cut at myself. That was the first mistake I made. I was truly tired of feeling the same trauma pain over and over, I just wanted to feel something else. I was numb and I wanted to feel alive again. Yet it still was a stupid mistake, the first of many many more.Read More