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To Be Kind To My Body

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A place for self-kindness, self-care and positive reminders with a focus on chronic illness. I hope you find some comfort here. Liv. she/her.

About the blog

Hi, I am Lívia (Liv). She/her. Brazil.

This is mainly a positivity, physical and mental health blog with a focus on disability and living with a chronic illness. I try my best to be inclusive. I’m trying to learn how accept my body as it is and how to be kinder to it (hence the title of the blog). This focus is mainly because of the personal struggles that come from dealing with a chronic illness, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. I hope you find comfort here.

I am not a doctor or a therapist. I do not feel comfortable answering questions about diagnosis’s, symptoms or medication. This blog does not offer therapeutic advice. Everything written here should be considered as words from someone on the internet, not a professional conclusion. Please seek professional help if you need it.

All anonymous questions are tagged with #answered, I try to tag trigger and content warnings on posts. Questions sent off anonymous are privately answered.

I am leaving my blogs on queue.

I will try to reply messages when it’s possible. Sometimes I close my ask box and dms whenever I'm not doing very well and don't the energy to answer messages.

Lots of love,

Liv 💕

btw if youre young and scared of doing adult things without your parents ive learned that like 90% of the time you can just tell the doctors office or the dmv "haha sorry ive never done this without help before... can you show me how to do this?" the employee will not care. if that means anything to you

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vampireapologist-archive-deacti

Submitting myself to the terrifying ordeal of hope

I’d divorce him too lmao

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sisyphereantask

It’s never JUST about the tomatoes.

Basically!

Throughout the day, partners would make requests for connection, what Gottman calls “bids.” For example, say that the husband is a bird enthusiast and notices a goldfinch fly across the yard. He might say to his wife, “Look at that beautiful bird outside!” He’s not just commenting on the bird here: He’s requesting a response from his wife—a sign of interest or support—hoping they’ll connect, however momentarily, over the bird.

The wife now has a choice. She can respond by either “turning toward” or “turning away” from her husband, as Gottman puts it. Though the bird-bid might seem minor and silly, it can actually reveal a lot about the health of the relationship. The husband thought the bird was important enough to bring it up in conversation and the question is whether his wife recognizes and respects that.

These bidding interactions had profound effects on marital well-being. Couples who had divorced after a six-year follow-up had “turn-toward bids” 33 percent of the time. Only three in 10 of their bids for emotional connection were met with intimacy. The couples who were still together after six years had “turn-toward bids” 87 percent of the time. Nine times out of 10, they were meeting their partner’s emotional needs.

Damn, this made me think of all the “shouting into the void” social media posts everyone makes. Just bids for connection. From ANYONE.

I think that is ABSOLUTELY what a lot of that is. Our culture is very isolated (even BEFORE covid!), and we’re desperate to connect with others. I read an article one time that suggested that childcare workers stop saying that a child is “Just wants attention” and start saying that the child is “looking for connection.” We’re starved for it even from childhood.

When they are speaking about a passion, respond to children as if you would a tenured professor at a prestigious university, and to an adult as if you would a child free of the burdens of adulthood. 

Children are desperate to teach the wonders of the world that they know, that they have just learned, and share it with anyone interested.  Adults pour passion they didn’t know they had into voluntary obligations, and crave a simple acknowledgment of that passion as being worthy and valid. 

“Dear third grader, tell me exactly why you chose <x> as you third favorite carnivorous dinosaur instead of second, as specifically as possible.”

“Hey neighbor, your vegetable garden is absolutely gorgeous this year…and no I’m not just saying that because the tomatoes you gave me last year were absolute perfection.”

And if you can’t respond to the emotional bid at that moment, let them know you heard them. If there’s a gorgeous bird outside, ask your loved one to take a picture so you can share in it together. But by god, hear them. Tell them they were listened to.

That *is* a response though! Telling someone “I’m busy/low on energy right this moment, but if it’s possible, I’d love for you to show me this thing later” works just fine. At least so long as you establish a pattern of actually following up on it, even if it’s just going “hey, wasn’t there a thing you wanted to show me? a bird?”

Most people hate being told “later”, but that’s just because most people who say “later” really mean “I can’t be bothered”.

break up with your controlling boyfriend. call off the wedding, get divorced, whatever you have to do. it's not worth it i promise. don't let the sunk cost fallacy rob you of your happiness. he's mediocre at best i promise there's so much better out there for you and deep down you know it too. leave him. escape! FLEE!

Its nice to be corporeal by which i mean having a physical form with which to interact with the world around you but i will not lie to you there are problems associated

guys….,, being friends, like actual friends, with people you have systemic privilege over is going to involve some good-natured ribbing. it’s going to involve them complaining about [insert privileged group you belong to] in front of you or even to you. that’s not a personal attack, it’s because they think you’re cool enough to hang. it’s because they think they can express their frustration to you without you attacking them. you really want to prove them wrong?

I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu

Spent the afternoon teaching my partner words and expressions from the place I was born at and that conversation just leaves me thinking about how brazilian portuguese has its own dialects and how much those differences matter in our culture and identity. I have left my home city years ago and a huge part of my identity was shaped by the fact I was born there.

So much of my adult life was about coming to terms with the most painful aspects of being born in a country that has so many problems and finding a way of loving it just the same, and making peace with living here.

And seeing people who make art about our country, its history and the struggles of our people being recognized outside of Brazil is really satisfying, especially when we are often reduced to stereotypes and ignored in award ceremonies.

There is so much to be said about this country, and art is an amazing way of sharing that, of letting people learn more about us, listen to our language, understand our history.

Im really proud, and I hope we can keep getting more and more recognition.

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