Allison Unsupervised

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sweetpotatodotcom:

The medical community on literally every female specific health issue ever: “very common condition” “no known cause” “no known cure” :))))))

What the fuck is tumblr? Like honestly what is this? Do you guys pull shit out of the inner most depths of your rectum and then just throw it on your keyboard and have it turn into a post???? This site is something else what the fuck is wrong with you people????!?!?

Endemetriosis

Vaginal Thrush

Menorrhagia

Polycystic Ovary Syndrome

Fibroids

Very common conditions, causes are unknown or only speculated, long term cures have not been found. Most can cause chronic pain or discomfort, all can seriously impact your quality of life.

Men are so damn privileged they can’t even imagine female bodies have different healthcare needs than theirs and that our healthcare needs are important even if they can’t be affected by one of these conditions.

Endometriosis causes excruciating pain and is a leading cause of infertility. Thrush is extremely uncomfortable, and expensive to treat repeatedly; over-the-counter preparations rarely completely eradicate it. Menorrhagia, which I have, makes you anæmic. PCOS causes hormonal symptoms that are socially difficult (facial hair, acne, hair loss, weight gain). Fibroids are so common, and are often treated with a hysterectomy.

Add in fibromylgia, which affects 8x as many women as men, as well as lupus (and almost any other autoimmune condition), systemic exertion intolerance disorder (SEID), iron deficiency anæmia (all of which affect more women than men), and you have well over 25% of childbearing-age women globally living with chronic pain and tiredness.

Chronic pain is overwhelmingly experienced by women, and women are less likely to be taken seriously or given treatment by medical professionals. I went through two years of diagnostics to finally find out I had occipital neuralgia; I felt doubted when I described my pain at every step of the way, but was lucky to have a partner who was persistent in helping me get treatment.

Basically, this is a huge problem, and also one of the reasons I have been considering medical school.

Don’t forget that most pharmaceuticals go to market without ever having been tested on people with a uterus, lest someone get pregnant… seriously that is the whole rationale behind not testing >50% of the population. This has been legislated against in some countries, but still persists in the of majority drug development because of other regulations, and traditions and laziness. The use of a drug is of course monitored in the population after release, but the people “trying” it in this capacity get none of the insurance, close and regular medical examination or monetary benefit of essentially being in a late stage drug trial. Drugs that are pulled from market after release are sometimes done so on the basis that the dosage is just too high for females/afab people and this is, of course, after they’ve experienced the adverse affects. 

This is why if you get pregnant your doctor will take you off basically any and all medication you’re taking (including mental health medication, can’t imagine any implications/dire consequences there), not because they know it will have an adverse affect on the foetus but because they have no idea. How wonderfully kind of them to prioritise the health and life of an unborn foetus over that of a living person, let’s just hope they don’t become ill whilst pregnant. How charmingly logical it is that they wouldn’t even bother to test drugs in people with a uterus because it’s all too difficult and gosh, darn what an ethical conundrum we’ve been faced with, let’s just not! Which is so in the spirit of capital S, Science!  

Sources: Nature, Nature, Medscape, Biomedcentral.

Indeed, the issue is so severe that, in many cases, folks with uteruses are routinely told that their diseases and disorders are not, in fact, disorders at all, and are just a normal part of having a uterus.

Take menstrual cramps, for example. Everybody knows that cramps are a normal part of menstruation, and that virtually all people who menstruate experience them throughout their lives, right?

Except that’s not right at all.

Yes, it’s true that about two-thirds of individuals who menstruate begin to experience menstrual pain during adolescence, but it’s basically a side effect of puberty, and normally subsides by your late teens. Only about 20-40% of menstruating adults experience menstrual pain on a regular basis - and according to some estimates, as much as 80% of that figure is due to undiagnosed endometriosis or some other underlying medical condition.

Yeah, roll those numbers around in your head: if you’re an adult who experiences menstrual cramps, it’s overwhelmingly likely that your pain is a symptom of some potentially serious medical condition.

And yet we tell folks it’s just a normal thing that everybody has to deal with.

Bonus round: Look up PCOS and gender identity.

Then look up PCOS and diabetes.

Ok, to show how incredibly important this post fucking is, I just looked up endometriosis and I match just about every sympton, and it would explain not just my incredibly painful periods but many other things as well. I had no idea this existed.

Please, read this post and reblog this so others can learn.

I will reblog this every time because my cousin (a cis girl) went through seven years of pain without being taken seriously until SHE suggested it was endometriosis. And that’s not even unusual - that’s the average amount of time it takes between first symptoms and a diagnosis of endometriosis.

Only 20-40% of menstruating adults experience cramps???? Fuuuuuck >:[

I haven’t had cramps worth mentioning since I was 16 years old (those could take me to the ground, but puberty is what it is). Since then? Nothing that an aspirin and some extra water won’t cure (and even that much pain is rare). If your periods hurt, something is wrong and you deserve to be taken seriously in seeking to treat it. Fuck anyone that tells you that you are required to accept pain as part of your body.  You.  Do.  Not.

Also, in general, if you are a woman with some other disorder than the ones mentioned above, it still takes much longer to get an actual correct diagnosis because women are assumed to be either making stuff up or considered to be so weak that their pain or other symptoms are not as bad as they say they say they are.

Also, in general, it takes forever to get a diagnosis because gynecology is primitive. Some “current” research and treatment of endometriosis is literally a century old.

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mollyrockstar:

Turnitin.com has “QuickMarks” which you can personalize. For example, I have made one that says, “Wanna, gonna, kinda, etc. are not words.”

You cannot make a QuickMark to convey empathy. You cannot make one to say, “You have broken my heart.” It is not appropriate to make one to say, “I am sorry for your loss.”

And there is no mark in the world to say, “I am sorry you had to live through a mass shooting.”

How do you grade that? What rubric can measure that kind of terror?

I personalize. I say, “You are so brave.” I say, “I am so glad you were not hurt.”

I mean, “I love you.” I mean, “Your life matters.” I mean, “I am so sorry this is the world we have built you.”

I do not say, “I never want to read a story like this again.”

I do not say, “I am afraid that I will.”

allisonunsupervised:

Thursday, a lifetime ago.

I was not at the hospital: not yet! Later. I’ll go later. It’ll be fine. Not now. Not yet. For hours I fidgeted between one room and another, from glider to shower to bed to computer chair until to the relief of everyone but me I conceded to go.

I can’t fill all the time that passed in the scant hours between 2:30 and 6:58 p.m.; thirteen years later, the afternoon is reduced to a collage of impressions: the sight of my maternity clothes discarded for the not-quite-last time, a corridor walk stopped short by the pain of transition, the midwife who, just finishing another long delivery, took a just-in-case nap. The essential memories, however, are mine alone: how I felt as, eyes closed, I ignored everyone; how I thought, but never said, maybe I’d just have the drugs; how I absolutely did not, not one whit, care what any random med student saw; how I decided to just push through and get it over instead of waiting for my cue; and how all preparation disappeared as that forty-week production ended- with what, a BABY? that she’s handing to ME? Never a wider-eyed gulp in my life. 

It’s the twenty-second anniversary of me realizing that having a baby means Having A Baby. Thought of you, @hithertokt.