Community Munchausen's by Internet (Malingerers, Munchies, Spoonies, etc) - Feigning Illnesses for Attention

I couldn’t agree more on needing to do better by our elders, I’m not in the US but our laws surrounding the issue also need a massive reworking. It’s terribly sad that some patients with dementia and similar illnesses don’t have much of an option except to go down the path of VSED, to die slowly and painfully in comparison to other available options while their relatives watch on. If they purposely choose it over MAID, more power to them, but the ones who don’t really have any other choice…
It's complicated because a lot of patients who get their MAID meds in Canada don't actually go through with it.

I mean if you really want to die, write a little note saying poison gas inside, get into an enclosed room and toss two things into a bucket that you bought from Amazon to make hydrogen sulfide. Costs you about $30, painless since you pass out instantly.

I've seen a bunch of patients fuck up suicide attempts but I've never seen anyone fuck that up.
 
It's complicated because a lot of patients who get their MAID meds in Canada don't actually go through with it.

I mean if you really want to die, write a little note saying poison gas inside, get into an enclosed room and toss two things into a bucket that you bought from Amazon to make hydrogen sulfide. Costs you about $30, painless since you pass out instantly.

I've seen a bunch of patients fuck up suicide attempts but I've never seen anyone fuck that up.

I couldnt resist looking this up. Of course the Japs turned this into an 'internet craze' killing themselves, family members, and responders in the process.

Link

Most of hydrogen sulfide poisoning has been reported as industrial accidents in Japan. However, since January 2008, a burgeoning of suicide attempts using homemade hydrogen sulfide gas has become evident. By April 2008, the fad escalated into a chain reaction nationwide. Mortality of the poisoning was very high. There were 220 cases of attempted gas suicides during the period of March 27 to June 15, killing 208. An introduction of new method of making the gas, transmitted through message boards on the internet, was blamed for this "outbreak". The new method entailed mixing bath additive and toilet detergent. The National Police Agency instructed internet providers to remove information that could be harmful. Of the victims of the fad in 2008, several cases were serious enough that family members were involved and died. Paramedics and caregivers were also injured secondarily by the gas. This fad has rapidly spread by internet communication, and can happen anywhere in the world.

secretly bookmarks this for future reference

edit. I thought about this some more. There is no way, if faced with a door with a 'risk of death do not enter ', that i could resist opening it. The more severe the warning the more the urge to open it. I suspect there are many people like this.
 
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MAID, the medical assistance in dying program in Canada, is an absolute godsend for cases like ALS and terminal cancer. The idea that munchies and mentally ill fucks could ruin it for others is genuinely concerning.

(It's unlikely for the program to ever fully go away because of how our Charter works, but they can restrict access to oblivion to makr it practically impossible to access if the munchies keep it up)
Speaking of, this crazy asshole- "Madeline", Reddit user u/madelinenerdfighter - is still at it, convincing r/canada's Redditors that the disabled are LITERALLY DYING BY MAID EVERYDAY when in fact she's a regular old ME/CFS munchie still grifting for that $100k GoFundMe or else she'll make a doctor kill her. I've posted her in this thread before. Now she's- sorry, her "friend"- has started her own GoFundMe subreddit, r/HealthcareFunding. Because Canada just won't let her not get a job.
I’ve started the medical assistance in dying (MAID) process, which is now legal in Canada, not because I want to die, but because I’ll have to choose between a quick death and a slow, torturous death in a care home — separated from my community, my friends, and my volunteering (which is my purpose).
Post-viral syndrome is better-known now because COVID-19 long-haulers suffer from it, but it’s existed as long as humans and viruses have existed. ... The word “agony” has lost all meaning for me.
The inadequate money and care for people on provincial disability assistance is part of a larger societal bias that treats illness as a moral failing. In B.C., such people receive about $1,000 per month less than what a healthy person earning minimum wage makes in a 40-hour week. This means we have no chance of managing our illness.
The "poverty" she refers to is, of course, not being able to afford the IV vitamins her naturopath is scamming her with anymore. The verbiage and verboseness makes me suspect she's part of a diaspora of Livejournal drama queens, from the good ol' days where you'd get into Internet fights and just fake your death. Now they all have special illnesses instead :( And in true LiveJournal scamming fashion, she sometimes posts as "her friend" so that she can describe herself being super nice to a cashier (archive because this post is really funny and peak shit that did not happen). Remember sock puppets?
I was on the phone with her the other day while she scooted (btw, her scooter is named Isaac after Isaac Asimov cause it looks kinda sci-fi) to the grocery store, and as she was checking out, I heard her interact with the cashier, just some casual chit-chat, and I remarked to her about how pleasant she was. She said, "I'm pleasant? Haha! Well yeah, they have such a hard job, on their feet all day." She's sitting there in excruciating pain, fast-approaching death looming over her head, and she's thinking about how hard that cashier's day must be. And then she took some pictures of a pretty japanese maple tree to show me on her way home, because she knows how much I love trees. Just. Come on. That is not a woman who deserves to die from a treatable illness. She gives so much of herself.
Weirdly, this "friend" u/AsteridEirlys writes exactly like "Madeline" did in this article and has the exact same interests "Madeline" has, like promoting her GoFundMe, moderating tiny subreddits dedicated to her own fundraising, and wordswordswords Reddit posts where she acknowledges how sick she is and expresses the barest minimum sympathy for other ME/CFS sufferers before redirecting all Internet attention back at Madeline.

Madeline is a munching masterclass, but her narrative of "too disabled too poor to live" can do a huge amount of damage in the national narrative if people believe the lie she's selling. Depression is not a qualifying condition for MAID in Canada. IV vitamins are not lifesaving. Being a good writer does not mean you are a truthful one. I'm sad to see so many Redditors fall for it, but I'm heartened to see at least one commenter push back at her claims.
 
Speaking of, this crazy asshole- "Madeline", Reddit user u/madelinenerdfighter - is still at it, convincing r/canada's Redditors that the disabled are LITERALLY DYING BY MAID EVERYDAY when in fact she's a regular old ME/CFS munchie still grifting for that $100k GoFundMe or else she'll make a doctor kill her. I've posted her in this thread before. Now she's- sorry, her "friend"- has started her own GoFundMe subreddit, r/HealthcareFunding. Because Canada just won't let her not get a job.

The "poverty" she refers to is, of course, not being able to afford the IV vitamins her naturopath is scamming her with anymore. The verbiage and verboseness makes me suspect she's part of a diaspora of Livejournal drama queens, from the good ol' days where you'd get into Internet fights and just fake your death. Now they all have special illnesses instead :( And in true LiveJournal scamming fashion, she sometimes posts as "her friend" so that she can describe herself being super nice to a cashier (archive because this post is really funny and peak shit that did not happen). Remember sock puppets?

Weirdly, this "friend" u/AsteridEirlys writes exactly like "Madeline" did in this article and has the exact same interests "Madeline" has, like promoting her GoFundMe, moderating tiny subreddits dedicated to her own fundraising, and wordswordswords Reddit posts where she acknowledges how sick she is and expresses the barest minimum sympathy for other ME/CFS sufferers before redirecting all Internet attention back at Madeline.

Madeline is a munching masterclass, but her narrative of "too disabled too poor to live" can do a huge amount of damage in the national narrative if people believe the lie she's selling. Depression is not a qualifying condition for MAID in Canada. IV vitamins are not lifesaving. Being a good writer does not mean you are a truthful one. I'm sad to see so many Redditors fall for it, but I'm heartened to see at least one commenter push back at her claims.

I never thought the craze for making up a chronic version of every acute condition would go as far as suicide.

Long Suicide. Prolonged Self Sudoku. Myalgic Suicidealomyelitis.
 
How funny, I was just thinking of Porochista today. She's pretty boring now. I think she flew a bit too close to the sun and scaled back on munching so people wouldn't call her out anymore.
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I was just on Twitter for reasons unclear to me and watched in real time as who I can only assume is a munchie get her fellow twenty something "disableds" to brigade popular Twitter user Bakoon over a flashing gif. It's a long and not very interesting story but shows a common tactic of these types of online disabled people... exaggeration of a malady for pity points. Here is her post from today claiming he tried to induce a seizure, and then the original Facebook post she made that shows she doesn't even have seizures, just gets headaches (additional lol: she claims he sent more gifs to her, but admits in both the Facebook post and on Twitter today that he blocked her, so anything she saw she would have had to go looking for around a block). She also can't decide if this was three or five years ago.
 
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How funny, I was just thinking of Porochista today. She's pretty boring now. I think she flew a bit too close to the sun and scaled back on munching so people wouldn't call her out anymore.

I was just on Twitter for reasons unclear to me and watched in real time as who I can only assume is a munchie get her fellow twenty something "disableds" to brigade popular Twitter user Bakoon over a flashing gif. It's a long and not very interesting story but shows a common tactic of these types of online disabled people... exaggeration of a malady for pity points. Here is her post from today claiming he tried to induce a seizure, and then the original Facebook post she made that shows she doesn't even have seizures, just gets headaches (additional lol: she claims he sent more gifs to her, but admits in both the Facebook post and on Twitter today that he blocked her, so anything she saw she would have had to go looking for around a block). She also can't decide if this was three or five years ago.
Kirk Kikenwald, munchie icon and pioneer.
 
Nope.

It's a bitch because it's always going to be with you, and there's the whole sick day protocol thing where if you get ill or stressed you need to up your corticosteroid dose temporarily but it's not a life-ending condition. Wear a med-alert bracelet so ED personnel know to hook you up with more if you're found down (oh God please do this because otherwise an adrenal crisis presents like septic shock most of the time.)

Hard to manage but it's manageable.

Addison's can also be faked but I don't think any of them are smart enough to realize how
High dose steroids are used to slow the progression of Duchenne muscular dystrophy, which is a devastating and fatal genetic disorder affecting boys and young men. Average age at diagnosis is 4, and while new treatments are prolonging survival, it's still a shit sandwich of a disease. Boys go from walking nearly normally to needing a manual wheelchair to needing a power chair and ventilator support. There are Instagram accounts depicting boys and men at all stages of the disease, and it's really sad to watch a kid be excited for his cool new manual wheelchair while knowing that eventually it won't be enough.

Anyway, all of the young patients on steroids risk an Addisonian crisis when their bodies are under physiological stress. All of them know this, and understand if they are hurt or sick and their parents aren't around, they need to tell an adult and get a stress dose of corticosteroids. Many of them wear a medic alert bracelet or carry a card in their backpacks at all times. Obviously it's very difficult for parents to let their kids go out into the world knowing that an Addisonian crisis can be fatal, but it is vital to let boys manage it on their own. It's so fucking annoying that these munchie girls can take something very real and very scary and play at it, all while knowing they're at no real risk. Also, families of kids with DMD do everything to encourage independence and self-advocacy in their boys, yet these girls are all about uWu am baby. A 9 year old can manage an Addisonian crisis better than this.

It's complicated because a lot of patients who get their MAID meds in Canada don't actually go through with it.

I mean if you really want to die, write a little note saying poison gas inside, get into an enclosed room and toss two things into a bucket that you bought from Amazon to make hydrogen sulfide. Costs you about $30, painless since you pass out instantly.

I've seen a bunch of patients fuck up suicide attempts but I've never seen anyone fuck that up.
I'm double posting, apologies. If you don't want to endanger your family or responding personnel, just buy a tank of helium at the party store and go to town.
 
I'm double posting, apologies. If you don't want to endanger your family or responding personnel, just buy a tank of helium at the party store and go to town.
Hookin up an exit bag seems like too much trouble. Plus helium is expensive these days.

Cheapest way to kill yourself is to find the nearest body of water (it can even be a bathtub or your neighbor's pool to give the police something to think about) do the Wim Hof breathing technique and go in. There's a glitch with the mammalian diving reflex while already hypercapnic so you just black out immediately.
 
I mean, if they fail they could just attach a magnet and call themselves a MRI.

Not everyone has the priviledge of access to magnets and have for decades been told by white male doctors that they cant be an MRI. It ends here, with me, you do not need a magnet to identify as an MRI.

@mooserangerofthenorth i expect you to pay for a lengthy course of therapy for putting me through this trauma.

guess the munchie
 
ChronicallyHopingforaNewDisease update: dirty bellybutton is dirtier. Goes to urgent care, urgent care shuffles her to ER for CT. ER doctor finds nothing, Victoria’s disappointed and seeks second opinion at “her hospital,” expecting to be treated like a special princess warrior. 2nd doctor also finds nothing. Victoria has to find a positive spin. No shower in sight.
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ChronicallyHopingforaNewDisease update: dirty bellybutton is dirtier. Goes to urgent care, urgent care shuffles her to ER for CT. ER doctor finds nothing, Victoria’s disappointed and seeks second opinion at “her hospital,” expecting to be treated like a special princess warrior. 2nd doctor also finds nothing. Victoria has to find a positive spin. No shower in sight.
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Maybe I'm thinking too much sense talk here, but how does one get an infection in their navel? Shower a few times a week, swish a wash coth around in there, and let it dry out. Is she some sort of weirdly-shaped human? I'm struggling to wrap my head around this aside from her straight-up not showering and developing sores like a deathfat (and even then, pressure and like...dampness needs to be involved). Swipe it with some rubbing alcohol and air that shit out. It's not that serious.

Lol at her being gleeful for not being admitted for her infected tum. No, you didn't have an "abdominal wall infection," ya dunce.
 
ChronicallyHopingforaNewDisease update: dirty bellybutton is dirtier. Goes to urgent care, urgent care shuffles her to ER for CT. ER doctor finds nothing, Victoria’s disappointed and seeks second opinion at “her hospital,” expecting to be treated like a special princess warrior. 2nd doctor also finds nothing. Victoria has to find a positive spin. No shower in sight.
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Lol our comments over her disgusting eyebrows got to her. They do look better now even though she is still hideous, gross and fat enough to not reach her bellybutton and then blaming it on surgeries. Despicable cancer faking too. I guess she forgot to have UC today, again. Her body must be a petri dish of nasties, along with the wigs she's too retarded to take care of.
 
ChronicallyHopingforaNewDisease update: dirty bellybutton is dirtier. Goes to urgent care, urgent care shuffles her to ER for CT. ER doctor finds nothing, Victoria’s disappointed and seeks second opinion at “her hospital,” expecting to be treated like a special princess warrior. 2nd doctor also finds nothing. Victoria has to find a positive spin. No shower in sight.
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Here's the photo that was included with your first caption. For documentation/archiving purposes, it's best to keep pictures with their captions when you can -- even if they're two screenshots. Hospital selfie, unforgiving angle, barely-open eyes. Checks all the boxes.
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"Life is one big lesson. More experience means more knowledge and therefore, more teachings to share. One day, my wounds will transform into wisdom, a guiding force for others who may have to walk this journey…" Nalie
Navigating life with multiple rare chronic illnesses and cancer is challenging. Unexpected things pop up more often than I'd like to be honest.
I have been battling a belly button infection (this is an old incision site) for about a week.We were hoping it would be an easy fix, but my body likes to keep things interesting. Every few days I'm having something come out of it & seeing a new tiny space.
My team wanted it cleaned out at urgent care & for them to see if the infection is getting worse. I made the mistake of not going to my hospital. I went to a close urgent care thinking it would be an easy thing to address. Urgent care was worried that the infection is deeper than they could see. They called the er so that I could have a CT & full work up.
Long story short, the er Dr didnt agree, I didn't feel safe, & she refused to run any test (other than electrolyte levels). I decided to leave & sent a message to my PCP yesterday.
I am at my hospital, which is much more equipped for me. We've taken some labs (which was challenging). Finished my CT prep hopefully I can get scanned soon & know more about what's going on.
#er #chronicillness
#raredisease #invisableillness #keepmovingforward #infection #thriving #medical #medicallycomplex
 
Maybe I'm thinking too much sense talk here, but how does one get an infection in their navel? Shower a few times a week, swish a wash coth around in there, and let it dry out. Is she some sort of weirdly-shaped human? I'm struggling to wrap my head around this aside from her straight-up not showering and developing sores like a deathfat (and even then, pressure and like...dampness needs to be involved). Swipe it with some rubbing alcohol and air that shit out. It's not that serious.

Lol at her being gleeful for not being admitted for her infected tum. No, you didn't have an "abdominal wall infection," ya dunce.
I’m guessing she has a super deep belly button with a roll that folds over it, doesn’t bother to deep clean it and keep it dry. Super gross.
 
Here's the photo that was included with your first caption. For documentation/archiving purposes, it's best to keep pictures with their captions when you can -- even if they're two screenshots. Hospital selfie, unforgiving angle, barely-open eyes. Checks all the boxes.
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"Life is one big lesson. More experience means more knowledge and therefore, more teachings to share. One day, my wounds will transform into wisdom, a guiding force for others who may have to walk this journey…" Nalie
Navigating life with multiple rare chronic illnesses and cancer is challenging. Unexpected things pop up more often than I'd like to be honest.
I have been battling a belly button infection (this is an old incision site) for about a week.We were hoping it would be an easy fix, but my body likes to keep things interesting. Every few days I'm having something come out of it & seeing a new tiny space.
My team wanted it cleaned out at urgent care & for them to see if the infection is getting worse. I made the mistake of not going to my hospital. I went to a close urgent care thinking it would be an easy thing to address. Urgent care was worried that the infection is deeper than they could see. They called the er so that I could have a CT & full work up.
Long story short, the er Dr didnt agree, I didn't feel safe, & she refused to run any test (other than electrolyte levels). I decided to leave & sent a message to my PCP yesterday.
I am at my hospital, which is much more equipped for me. We've taken some labs (which was challenging). Finished my CT prep hopefully I can get scanned soon & know more about what's going on.
#er #chronicillness
#raredisease #invisableillness #keepmovingforward #infection #thriving #medical #medicallycomplex

I absolutely dont think this is raised often enough, there is a trend of people looking more like potatos than they used to.

Im not necessarily saying that we are seeing potato sentience, but no one has offered me evidence disproving that.

Anyone think im on to something big here? Ill take answers written in excrement.
 
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