I sucked until like 22 roundabouts when I did like 3 straight years of dialectal behavior therapy.

Goodreads gave me some really on-the-nose recommendations for a while but idk how much data about yourself you wanna give them to do it.

Right like off the top of my head we'd literally be screening op for cancer like severe fatigue with sweats and nausea and relatively sudden onset a few years ago this is bad bad bad bad bad OP might already be dead from letting this go on so long posting this on Lemmy instead of SEEING A DOCTOR is insane.

Y'all are gonna feel like shit if it turns out she has some weird incurable cancer. Well. Sort of. She's probably also terrible personally but y'all are being weird about the possible ED thing.

Another great addition to one of my favorite image folders:

It's just My Immortal with all of the names replaced with people I know.

Happens every time I eat pizza.

Yeah pretty much anything can fuck up your body if you do too much of it for too long in the wrong ways.

Weed can be behaviorally addictive even though it doesn't cause the same kind of neurochemical dependence. Caffeine is just literally an addictive stimulant and nobody talks about how insane it is that it and nicotine are just legal for some reason when a bunch of other stimulants that also cause heart problems aren't. Let your kid play the wrong video games and suddenly you have a 10y/o with a gambling addiction. Even running is great cardio but it can literally fuck up your skeleton if you run on the wrong surfaces and wear the wrong kind of footwear.

You gotta pay attention to all the shit you're doing pretty much all of the time to catch whatever your 'thing' is gonna be before it damages your body permanently. It's exhausting. That's the main thing rich people have over poor people health wise. They get enough time off from both work and domestic responsibility to watch that kinda stuff and intervene with a different coping strategy when it's getting out of hand. Sure not all of them take advantage of that but that's a personal problem at least they have the time to do it if they want to.

Edit: it's wild to think someone thinks something I'm not even gonna bother arguing about is worth that much trouble.

I could have eaten one as a fifteen year old girl but I attribute that to my parents heavy encouragement of sports and lack of body shaming compared to other families.

I'm taller than all of my siblings that were born male which I attribute to my last place in the birth order when my family was no longer food insecure and my mother had time to give me a child's multivitamin daily.

As a result I've come to the conclusion that at least some of the wide difference between the average male and female body height and mass is actually child gender favoritism and body shaming (not that guys don't get weight shamed, but that's not usually regardless of muscle mass) resulting in nutritional deficiencies.

I almost failed out of high school as a "gifted kid" so there were a bunch of meetings and one of the social workers tried to analyze the relationship between me and my mother and I was like yeah nah my sister beating us is waaay worse and that's how I found out a different social worker when I was like a kid kid threatened to remove the rest of us if my mother kept complaining about my sister so anyway the social worker at my highschool told us to just start calling the cops and coached my mother on what to say so they didn't shoot anybody but would just come and take notes and give us case numbers and eventually we were able to leverage that into group home placement. My back had already been fucked up by that point though and idk what happened to it other than it hurts all the time now because she hadn't taken take me to the hospital at the time because of the whole CPS threat thing but getting my tits chopped off did help tho. Still go get muscle relaxers every time a patient fucks me up too.

not anymore

Data entry was actually one of the best jobs they gave my intellectually disabled sister at goodwill. She graded donated books and punched their ISBNs into an online database for resale. They have some pretty awful disability employment practices in regards to pay but she was living with us anyway and it was the main thing she looked forward to during the week. Then she'd spend the money on going to the movies with a care aide on Friday. If she'd actually had to support herself on the money it would've been a mess but in her case it was more just something stimulating to keep her out of trouble. Then she started yelling racial slurs at everybody and got fired and was stuck home with nothing better to do than beat the shit out of the rest of us again so all good things come to an end I guess.