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About a week later, I got a questionnaire, on paper, through the post. As though I were living in 19ThePast. It had a letter asking me to fill it out and post it back. It took me three weeks to buy an envelope. It took another to actually fill it out. When I did, I inserted the questionnaire, carefully wrote out the address on the envelope, stamped it, sealed it, and looked down to see the questionnaire still on the sofa. I had tried to post them back their own letter requesting I fill out the questionnaire. I, for one, consider this part of the diagnostic criteria.

Anyway, I finally sent it a week later, so it took five weeks in all. That was, as I say, three years ago.

Today, I had to go to the doctor for unrelated reasons, and I was like, "By the way. Do we know what's happening with the ADHD assessment? I know it's a long waiting list, but it's been three years and I literally never heard anything back. Thoughts?"

And today's doctor (a different one) pulled up my history to have a little look, and discovered that a week after I'd initially gone in - during the time I was supposed to fill out the questionnaire but was still vaguely trying to remember to buy an envelope - the referral people had responded to my GP and said "She hasn't done a questionnaire so we can't assess her." At which point, my GP was supposed to call and share this with me so we could discuss

He did not.

And then, of course, they did get my questionnaire, and he should have forwarded THAT to the assessment people at that point to advance the process.

He did not.

Which means I have just wasted three years and a week waiting for an assessment that was never coming. The whole thing came to an end. That was that. At no point did that first doctor ever reconsider any part of my case. He was told they couldn't proceed, and didn't even think to tell me; he just thought "Well, sucks to be her" and then moved the fuck on with his life, I presume.

And you know, I don't want to be too damning towards the NHS; apart from anything else, last year I found a lump in one breast, and from the day I noticed and called the GP to the hospital staff going "That's a cyst, let's drain it. You're cured." was... 6 days? No, 5. Start to finish. I called on the Wednesday, they removed it on the Monday. And even that was a delayed time, because of the weekend in between, AND it didn't cost a penny.

Turns out in the instant after I gave my questionnaire to the receptionist and walked out the door - my beautiful, hard-won, twice-completed, and above all essential questionnaire - it somehow vanished from this plane of existence and was immediately lost.

It has not been scanned. It has not been added to my file. It is simply lost. Gone. Missing. A questionnaire-shaped hole in the world. No more questionnaire for Elanor

"I'm so sorry," the doctor said. "I've made them look through every piece of paper in the building, but no one can find it. So, I've printed off another. Come in ASAP - it's waiting behind reception for you, and they've all been instructed to treat it with the utmost care and priority."

So that's tomorrow's job.

Weirdly, I am feeling zen about it. Encouraged, actually. This doctor noticed the problem because, one week after she was told about the three year failure, she herself cared enough to chase it up and so was able to discover the second crack in the system I had managed to find and fall in. Also, she's not posting me another paper copy for me to take five weeks to find a stamp over; she's arranged for me to go and do it in person. She's impressed upon the staff at the surgery that they must treat this questionnaire like it's news from Marathon, so that it instantly takes priority the second it leaves my hands. So like... I actually think that's a positive thing and a good sign that she's actively fighting my corner. Shout out to Doctor Lee, she's a real one

Deadpool/Wolverine WWIII issue #3

Underneath his skin, the duct(s) can be slightly visible or visible only if you get closer or when he extends his forearm. Sometimes the ducts can be clogged as well which is a problem he has to fix before it becomes painful. Must be strange to talk about it if someone (hero or not) does notice it though.

It can also be uncomfortable, itchy and his arm is most likely prone to soreness once he begins to produce webs. Sometimes it’s hard to open his hand or his fingers become stiff out of nowhere and he absolutely hates it when it happens. But once he’s used to his new webs, he slowly learns how to take care of it and develop unique methods how to efficiently handle it.

There are more ideas that can be added and wish that could be explored in the upcoming Spider-Man movie. So excited to see it!

Deadpool has known for a little while now that Spider-Man gets feral when it comes to his unconscious body/body parts so he just pretends to be down for the count longer than he usual does just so he can watch his little spider growl and square up on some poor fool trying to shorten his commute by cutting through the alley.

I have some issues with the way people are seeing this scene here. At face value, it does look like Jax just wants to start fighting for no reason and Zooble and Pomni are ignoring him for that.

That isn't what's happening here.

Guys. Something kept trying to get Kinger to agree to deleting Caine. He gets prompted three times to delete him, backs out, tries an alternative method, gets prompted AGAIN, miskeys, and then tries to abort the deletion to no avail.

My parents accepted me using it, but my dad said that I couldn't use it forever. That i need to be able to talk to have a job and such.

There was no malicious intent, he didn't know what aac was. He's also just really bad at wording things, what he meant (clarified years later) was "you can use it in safe spaces like at home but outside of that you're gonna need to speak because people won't accept using a notebook". Which is only mildly better tbh.

The thing is, aac was (and still is, though less so) unknown. You don't see aac users out and about, most people don't know what it is, that you can, in-fact, live your life without talking. My dad had no clue. How could he? Where were the indications that you could live a full life not speaking?

I wasn't very social as a kid; still aren't. Talking is fun but not all the time. Sometimes it's too hard, sometimes I can't, sometimes I just don't want to. I think little me would've loved aac. Loved it so so much.

I think about it a lot now. People who think disability aids are only for those "who really need it". Why can't it also be for those that "need it"? Why the "really"? Why can't they be for those "who benefit from it"?

I think this is a reason why we need more representation, for disabilities of all kinds. To show that it's ok to ease your suffering a little in ways that harm no-one. So that a little kid can ask for something that helps them, and so that an adult can feel no guilt for using something they "don't need" but benefit from.

If you could tell your younger self one thing...

Deadpool draining his own blood for Spidey to drink

Due to the spidery metabolism, Peter often gets tired easily or needs a stupid amount of nutrients to feel ‘normal’

Peter drinking Wade’s blood from plastic bottles Wade had put into the fridge for him, taking one out every morning and having it with breakfast

or, Peter latched onto Wade's arm, drinking from a knife wound in his forearm