before he died, my dad was extremely forceful about independence. he did not bother to actually teach me anything in order for me to be independent, and any request i made of him was met with “i’m not your servant” and “i’m not going to wait on you hand and foot.”

this started as early as 13. i was an invisibly disabled child that had many of their needs ignored and i was constantly accused of “self-diagnosis” when bringing up my issues and being able to connect them to my disabilities, including my diagnosed ones.

i was diagnosed with ADHD as a toddler. when explaining executive dysfunction to my dad, he called it self-diagnosis—i told him, quite clearly, that executive dysfunction was a part of ADHD. he, then, likely knowing that i couldn’t handle being embarrassed, brought it up with my psychiatrist at our next visit and had my psychiatrist ask me what i thought executive dysfunction was. i couldn’t articulate myself because i was put on the spot and i’m pretty sure i had a meltdown. they both made me feel so stupid for just describing my problems and trying to explain why i had so much difficulty with tasks because i’d finally learned the right words.

i think some of the most egregious cases of my dad’s neglect were the times i sprained my ankle. once was on a hike—i screamed because i have extremely low pain tolerance, and all he could do was yell at me because it would look like he was doing something bad to me. i don’t remember much else from that specific time.

then, once, i sprained it while dancing in my room when i landed on my foot sideways. i screamed, as i did before, and pretty much cried my eyes out. my family all said they thought something was “seriously wrong” and i shouldn’t react like that because nothing was broken. i was in excruciating pain. i couldn’t walk on that foot for several days and my dad still forced me to move around the house, literally telling me he didn’t care when i was having to support myself on walls, tables, and counters in order to move. he still expected me to do everything for myself when at many points i couldn’t feel my foot at all.

neither time was i taken to a doctor. for all i know my ankles are still fucked up as a result because i didn’t get professional care and was forced to walk on them.

i don’t know. maybe i’ll come back later to talk about him more, if that’s okay. my memory is pretty bad though.

— 🐦‍⬛, if i may.

Warnings: deserted, left for dead, head injury, bruises, sprain, hallucinations, dehydration

Whumpee stumbled along. They were so tired. They were beyond thirsty. Everything hurt. But they couldn't stop. They had to keep going.

They hobbled on their swollen, bruised ankle, no doubt horribly sprained. Each step was agony. But they couldn't stop. They had to keep going.

Worse than the overwhelming thirst was their aching head. Whumper had hit them pretty hard. Had hit them over the head, tossed them from the car, and sped away. Leaving Whumpee alone in the unforgiving heat.

"Cheer up, Whumpee. You can do this. Keep going," Caretaker said as they walked along beside Whumpee.

Whumpee knew Caretaker wasn't really there. That they were a hallucination. But they appreciated the company. Because they couldn't stop. They had to keep going.

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@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

Hey, Anon!! :)

This is gonna be another long postttttt~ BUCKLE UP.

Alright- Like usual, I will go through each turtle at a time.

Mikey will normally get in trouble with Leo over not being careful enough with his tender right ankle. This occurs many times in his life and in the story. The worst punishment he ever had though, was when he was forced to stay behind and heal instead of going out and joining Leo in trying to find their lost brothers. It also didn't help that he did it to himself, attempting to show off and do a flip over the couch and hurting his dumb ankle in the process.

Leo would usually get in trouble with cheating in school, as well as later taking his role of leader too seriously. Splinter would fuss over him and demand he go and eat and rest. (Rather than sit in his room and re-play how training went and how he could've done better.) But the worst time he got in trouble was when he made the horrible decision to sneak into Sensei's room with his little brother and try out Splinter's katanas hung on his wall. Being only the ages of 11 and 10, the boys weren't yet allowed to use real weapons during training. But their curiosity got the better of them.

Leo is reminded of his past recklessness every time he looks at the slash across Raphael's eye.

Raph seemed to love getting into trouble, based solely on the fact that he was in "time out" or stuck with extra chores fairly often throughout his childhood. Sometimes the reason was he used that really cool new word from tv- or he mouthed off defended himself during school, but there was one specific instance that sticks out from the rest:

The day he saved Mikey.

Allllllll the way back in Chapter 2 of Book One, Mikey finds himself hanging upside down by his right ankle during training to climb up ropes. Raphael sees his little brother in distress and jumps in to help with no regards for his own safety. During Mikey's rescue, Raph loses his grip and they begin sliding down the rope at a faster and faster speed. Raph sacrifices his hands and grips down onto the rope, the fibers burning and slicing into his palms and fingers.

After all is said and done, he tries to hide his hands. (For fear of the first aid kit having to be taken out with that awful stinging liquid.) But once Don catches his twin wincing and trying to peel the skin flaking off his BLOODY hands, the freckled brother quickly yanks his twin over to Splinter. He didn't get in trouble per say, but it was one heck of a punishment for the boy to have his hands wrapped up for weeks. (No playing video games, no training except for basic katas, no SPARRING..)

Don and Lotus~ I can't say too much about what these two get in trouble for because.. heheh.. spoilers. Soooo here's a hint. ;)

Thanks for the question!!

To God be the glory! :)

Warnings: sprain

"You are such an asshole," Villain grumbled as they hobbled to the couch.

Supervillain muted the TV and stared at Villain. "Generally speaking? Or do you have something specific you would like to complain about?"

Villain groaned as they plopped down. "You were watching our show. Without me!"

Supervillain rolled their eyes. "Babe, I was re-watching the last episode because I fell asleep. Twice."

"Oh," Villain replied sheepishly.

"Yeah." Supervillain stared at their lover. "Come here, let me ice that ankle of yours. You ice fresh sprains." They held out their hand, ice crystals already dancing at their finger tips. "Let me take care of you, babe. Then we can watch the new episode. Together."

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@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

As a kid I got a concussion by roller skating outside while it was raining, slipped on some gravel and cracked my skull against a concrete wall because I wasn’t wearing my helmet right.

I sprained my ankle as a tween while kicking a ball back and forth with my brother because my foot caught on the ground and i tripped over the ball and promptly twisted my ankle.

I cut some of the skin on my thumb off because I was trying to clean a razor by running my thumb along the blade

I cracked a tooth in half while roughhousing with my sister at a waterpark

And I once sliced the skin open on my hand with a knife because I was carving a pumpkin and was too impatient to wait for my mom to get back, and my hand slipped and i sustained one of the worst and deepest cuts I’d ever gotten, there was blood everywhere. My mom didn’t even take me to the hospital because she was worried the stitches they’d put in would make the scarring ugly.