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BEFORE I LAUNCH into the meat of this entry and explain what the subject title means, I just wanted to let everyone know that I wrote, for the first time in a million years, a Fire Emblem 7 fic.
Even though it's technically a rewrite of a fic I did back in 2009.
juxtaposition is an Eleanora/Marcus fic and unlike other rewrites I've done, I did not change the title (I changed the casing of the letters though). Why? Because the original title was fine and didn't need to be switched to something else.
Will there be more FE7 fic rewrites? Maybe. I do have like two other Eleanora/Marcus fics that kind of got me thinking of rewriting those, but I don't know if I'll actually do it. Maybe eventually?
Anyway... Onto the actual subject of the entry...
In this entry I'd made on 10 May about my now chronic physical medical issues because my female parental unit couldn't be assed to, I dunno, actually parent, it makes me want to speak more about the other medical neglect and outright gaslighting I've had over the years. What kind of medical neglect?
Her denial of my other health issues...like chronic fatigue (which can be caused by a whole slew of things including viruses and chronic exposure to abuse especially narcissistic abuse). Clearly I'm just "lazy" or I don't feel like getting out of bed. If only that were the case. I can't drive for long periods of time and it probably will over time be shorter and shorter amounts of time because I also have chronic pain problems (that can also be caused by abuse). She saw it as nothing but excuses to not be her taxi driver. My wife will tell you just how winded I can get after doing not much of anything, really. The amount of things I've had to purchase to better accommodate myself (special pillows, braces for different limbs, I'll need a cane at some point, etc) and will have to purchase eventually...
I'm only in my 30s, Egg always said. I shouldn't have these issues because I'm so young. As if disability gives a fuck about how old someone is. Anyone at any age can end up with a disability at a moment's notice. If it were her, she would (maybe) care. But because it's me, the child she allegedly wanted so much, she couldn't give a fuck.
What else did Egg not give a sunny side up fuck about when it came to me?
( It should come as no surprise to anyone, but Egg didn't give a shit about my mental health either. )
Even though it's technically a rewrite of a fic I did back in 2009.
juxtaposition is an Eleanora/Marcus fic and unlike other rewrites I've done, I did not change the title (I changed the casing of the letters though). Why? Because the original title was fine and didn't need to be switched to something else.
Will there be more FE7 fic rewrites? Maybe. I do have like two other Eleanora/Marcus fics that kind of got me thinking of rewriting those, but I don't know if I'll actually do it. Maybe eventually?
Anyway... Onto the actual subject of the entry...
In this entry I'd made on 10 May about my now chronic physical medical issues because my female parental unit couldn't be assed to, I dunno, actually parent, it makes me want to speak more about the other medical neglect and outright gaslighting I've had over the years. What kind of medical neglect?
Her denial of my other health issues...like chronic fatigue (which can be caused by a whole slew of things including viruses and chronic exposure to abuse especially narcissistic abuse). Clearly I'm just "lazy" or I don't feel like getting out of bed. If only that were the case. I can't drive for long periods of time and it probably will over time be shorter and shorter amounts of time because I also have chronic pain problems (that can also be caused by abuse). She saw it as nothing but excuses to not be her taxi driver. My wife will tell you just how winded I can get after doing not much of anything, really. The amount of things I've had to purchase to better accommodate myself (special pillows, braces for different limbs, I'll need a cane at some point, etc) and will have to purchase eventually...
I'm only in my 30s, Egg always said. I shouldn't have these issues because I'm so young. As if disability gives a fuck about how old someone is. Anyone at any age can end up with a disability at a moment's notice. If it were her, she would (maybe) care. But because it's me, the child she allegedly wanted so much, she couldn't give a fuck.
What else did Egg not give a sunny side up fuck about when it came to me?
( It should come as no surprise to anyone, but Egg didn't give a shit about my mental health either. )
