Incy wincy.

Day 27. Really exhausted still. No appetite. Nurse brought a student nurse and I just wanted to cry as no call before. And I hate lots of people and I hate not being ready.

Got more evidence for my autism assessment as I have bald bits on my head where I stim 😂

Whoever’s stalking my twitter. fuck off. Telling other people my news is a shitty thing to do. It’s my news to tell.
Telling people I have cancer when you’re clearly not a friend as you wouldn’t do it if you knew me is pathetic. Fuck off again. I blocked you all for a reason.

Got all these already and still made no difference. Chatting on the phone to an employee assistance programme while my manager denied reasonable adjustments did nothing. Except the counsellor at least confirmed bullying.

Workplaces need to change not disabled people.

Not really. ND folk tend to get on quite well tog so not surprising they’re all friends. ADHD is disabling but ND people finding each other makes sense.

Unfortunately people do and get fed up with you 🙁

Problem is when you are in that mindset you don’t feel that they are self limited.
Plus death is better than life for some. Some people have a lot of worst days.

I prefer someone sit with me in the pain than say things like this to me. As it feels like you’re invalidating pain

After what you've experienced, maybe grief &/or rage is the normal, healthy response. Maybe your thinking isn't 'distorted.'

Maybe 'distorted' thinking, after what you endured, would be 'I need to forgive & forget, be the bigger person, anger doesn't accomplish anything...'

This guys a recommendation for a block. Bumped into him before. Takes joy in leaving comments like this to someone at their very lowest due to chemo and depression.

Gives me a chance to say #fuckcancer as cancer itself does create misery.

Day 26. Still dead. Feel very lonely. No energy and nausea playing up a bit. Feel utterly pointless for now.

Feel like a burden on my son who has exams next week and my husband who has to do everything.

It was rampant well before social media. There’s never any accountability. It’s a culture.

The nurse on Saturday who showed me how to do the new injection gave me a really interesting insight.

She said another patient described cancer and chemo making her feel like she was dead.

Just dead.

Not sad or distressed. Dead.

I sort of get that today.

Day 25.
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Everything is too much and nothing is enjoyable. I feel weird. Like nothing matters.

And there is hair everywhere even tho I cut it again. I feel like I just consist of hair falling out.

I can see them a mile away 😐

'Some neurodivergent people are useful actually! But others aren't 🥺'

I am once again begging society in general to stop ranking people by their labour efficiency. We are human beings not factory equipment.

Asperger's was never meant to be 'high functioning autism.' Asperger's meant autism with no significant language delay. That doesn't tell you the way someone functions.

These biscuits are an anxiety saver for me. A safe food when not well. And delicious with a bit of butter on top.

I will defend digestives to the end as they have saved me many days.

You’re being rude. I have agoraphobia so I can never sit in the middle.

Pews are crap and they are the problem. And you need to judge others a little less.

Why does he have to shit on anxiety again? Why would anyone think anxiety is glamorous? My work told me I just needed to try harder and humiliated me over anxiety making me wish I was dead. Anxiety is not glamorous even in milder forms. It ruins your life.

I don’t think you can. I think this is masking in autism but not sure about other neurodivergence.