PTSD is the most common illness and it’s really amazing because it’s not something you see. It’s not like ‘oh I lost an arm’. It’s something that’s triggered. The biggest thing we can do for vets is just listen. A lot of research for Sam Wilson’s military background was just listening, letting the vets know they’re not alone.

Anthony Mackie on how he studied mental illness for Sam Wilson. (SLCC 9/26/15)

livingwithdisability:

Resource pdf. Downloadable guide to help parents of children with severe intellectual and/or communication difficulties understand how pain may affect their child. 

It does so by explaining possible causes of pain in children with intellectual disability, presenting information about how pain may be shown by children who cannot tell us they are in pain and discussing the effects of untreated pain.

http://w3.cerebra.org.uk/help-and-information/guides-for-parents/pain-in-children-with-severe-intellectual-disability-a-guide-for-parents/

lizawithazed:

jennytrout:

mttheww:

uglylilmonster:

pardonmewhileipanic:

thefemcritique:

lestieloftus:

How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”

The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around

pls watch

honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me

Dorothy:  Dr. Budd?

Dr. Budd:  Yes?

Dorothy:  You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick.  Do you remember?  You told me I was just getting old.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sorry, I really don’t–

Dorothy:  Remember.  Maybe you’re getting old.  That’s a little joke.  Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick.  I have chronic fatigue syndrome.  That is a real illness.  You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

Dr. Budd:  Huh.  Well, I’m sorry about that.

Dorothy:  Well, I’m glad!  At least I know I have something.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sure.  Well, nice seeing you.

Dorothy:  Not so fast.  There are some things I have to say.  There are a lot of things that I have to say.  Words can’t express what I have to say.  [tearing up]  What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.

Dr. Budd:  Good!

Dorothy:  But I will!

Dr. Budd’s date:  Louis, who is this person?

Dr. Budd:  Look, Miss–

Dorothy:  Sit.  I sat for you long enough.  Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me.  You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up.  You dismissed me!  You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time.  Is that your caring profession?  Is that healing?  No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one.  I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.

Dr. Budd:  Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–

Dr. Budd’s date:  Shut up, Louis.

Dorothy:  I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it.  You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else.  You’d better start listening to your patients.  They need to be heard.  They need caring.  They need compassion.  They need attending to.  You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.

Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.

this show was so important to me

For Sigyn

For Sigyn

I didn’t look up at your face,

But I felt the warmth of your smile,

And I sensed the love in your eyes

As you held me in your gentle embrace.

Dispelling my fears,

Quelling my sorrow;

Banishing unshed tears,

Not giving pain a chance to grow.

As I rested my head against motherly breast,

I felt the drum of your heartbeat soothe.

As I felt your breath well up and out of your chest,

A wave of light joy within me ensued.

You gave a breath of life

To the once dulled flame of my hope.

In face of your strength, I can no longer

Convince myself that I am alone.

‘Twas but a moment we shared,

Yet it will stay with me forever;

And I will bear my heart fully open,

In honour of you, who showed you cared.

For Sigyn

archiemcphee:

Today the Department of Awesomely Good Deeds salutes Holly Christensen, a former oncology nurse and the mother of three kids, who founded an awesome group called The Magic Yarn Project. Volunteer members crochet special wigs modeled after the fancy hair of Disney princesses for children battling cancer. Chemotherapy often causes patients’ scalps to be too sensitive for traditional wigs, so the group uses special “baby” yarn that’s extra soft to crochet beanies that are then transformed into storybook braids and tresses.

Christensen made her first princess wig last year for Lily, a friend’s almost 3-year-old daughter who’d been diagnosed with lymphoma:

“I knew she would be going through a difficult time, and that no one would be able to take her suffering away. I also knew that losing her long, curly blonde hair at not even 3 years old would be difficult for her, so I figured that the yarn wig could help bring a little magic and fun to a difficult time in her life.”

Lily loved her wig so much that Christensen and her partner Bree Hitchcock took their idea to Facebook and began The Magic Yarn Project. Hundreds of people have contacted them interested in donating materials, crochet skills, and their time.

If you’d like to participate, the group has set up a GoFundMe page for donations. You can also get involved via the The Magic Yarn Project website.

[via Fashionably Geek and Babble]