#chronic panic

Here is my hyper fixation. I love it. I know nothing about it until I open the Wikipedia page. Please take me to the convention but don’t take me to trivia night. You can’t ask me anything specific but I will drop an odd fact out of nowhere with zero follow up and you just have to say “Cool!” and move on.

Trying my hand at MC tonight. It's been a long time since I've played.

Definitely not the best day today. Tons of pain and more bullshit then I want to deal with.

Jason Todd x reader

No warning. Fluff. As someone having a chronic pain flare up with trigeminal nerve pain, this is for the chronic pain babes. Jason has a pain flare.

The precipitation was in the awkward place between rain and snow where it was occasionally water but other times ice. The glass of the thin windows in Jason’s apartment were foggy as you washed dishes. He was sitting under a hot water bottle on his hip at the moment. This weather was a chronic pain flare nightmare waiting to happen and having fought the night before was not helping.

Jason used to curse the pain that always seemed to clutch at him when he came back to life. It wasn’t fair to die in that much pain and come back the same to live with even more. His fingers hurt when he didn’t wear gloves. His back ached. And his hip hurt.

He had multiple tests and scans run. Chronic pain probably related to nerve damage of being beat so badly. Even his voice would occasionally hurt. Likely from damage of screaming so much. His hip showed the healing of dozens of micro fractures. It was the best thing they could come up with. Sorry, here is something for pain. The last thing he wanted was to live on pain medication.

“Jay, are you hungry?” You asked again. He looked at you.

“Uh yeah. Sorry,” he replied before standing up. He limped for a second before the muscles stretched enough to allow normal range of motion. He walked up behind you as you scrubbed a pan.

“If you’re hungry, I could eat,” he answered before reaching up to brush a curl clinging to the back of your neck back into your hair clip. You shivered with a grin at his delicate touches.

“Anything you want babes. I know you’re hurting,” you replied. He sighed while running his hands down your arms.

“Can’t hide that from you, hu?”

“Rather you didn’t try to hide it. But I get it,” you said drying your hands off. Jason pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back trying to avoid his pain spots. Though on the worst days, his pain was everywhere.

“Lay with me?” He begged.

“Yeah let’s get cozy,” you replied letting him pull you into bed. You laid down and Jason arranged you both to best be comfortable. His head rested in the crook of your neck and he had a pillow propped just right for his hip.

“Let’s order in and not move,” he mumbled into your hair before kissing your cheek. “Wanna stay in with you all day.”

“That’s a plan,” you replied. You kissed his temple. “Let’s listen to an audiobook.”

That's why I explicitly asked people who have said that what they meant. That's the only meaning I know of.

"Functioning" compared to what exactly? Why does disabled equal not functioning to you?

AGAIN, someone does not have to intend to be ableist to do so.

If a child living past infancy is meant, those should be the words said. MANY "unhealthy" people exist (chronic illness, chronic pain, chronic migraine, etc). Those things can also develop after birth.

I was born with Spina Bifida (which has no "fix") and the outlook varies from person to person. Meaning it could be fatal. (And believing there needs to be a "fix" for anything is ableist.) AND I was stillborn/born dead.

There isn't a single disability or chronic illness that will 100% lead to death before infancy. The most that can happen is a doctor's ableist guess.

"Healthy" kids can also die before infancy.

Is that why you don't want to call them disabilities or do you not want to actually say the word and acknowledge we exist?

The implication, the assumption that if a baby is "healthy" they won't die and if they're "unhealthy" they'll die is ableist.