Off-Topic Deathfat Encounters IRL - This thread is not your personal army.

[booklover]

Back in the old Discovery Health days, they had a series about a nursing home in IIRC Ohio that exclusively housed the morbidly obese. They had one guy who weighed 800 pounds (if not more) and was bedbound on a ventilator, and one night, a nurse caught THREE women in the room with him!

Maybe he skipped pizza deliveries for a few days to save up the money for them, IDK.

 

[Snusmumriken]

The other day, I met a 300-400 pound woman at a popular burrito place nearby. She asked me what was good there and I said it was my first time—turned out it was her first time too. So I offered to sit together and share a plate of dirty fries.

She was possibly the nicest stranger I’ve ever met in my life. She had all this incredible wisdom and the stuff she said genuinely had me rethinking a lot of shit about my career, relationships, etc. She wouldn’t just compliment me but the cashier and even people sitting around us and pretty much lit up the whole room. Her dreads were also super cool and colorful and her makeup was flawless. She ate most of the dirty fries, but that was okay bc I wasn’t really hungry and just wanted to go walk somewhere, and she offered to pay for the meal anyways as long as I covered the drinks n’ tip. We swapped Instagram info, but I haven’t heard from her since. I’ll never forget what a great experience that was and it really helped me to be able to talk to strangers more.

Then a landwhale at the bank threw a Worldstar class tantrum resulting in the police being called and I was back to hating fat people.

 

[EnemyStand]

The other day, I met a 300-400 pound woman at a popular burrito place nearby. She asked me what was good there and I said it was my first time—turned out it was her first time too. So I offered to sit together and share a plate of dirty fries.

She was possibly the nicest stranger I’ve ever met in my life. She had all this incredible wisdom and the stuff she said genuinely had me rethinking a lot of shit about my career, relationships, etc. She wouldn’t just compliment me but the cashier and even people sitting around us and pretty much lit up the whole room. Her dreads were also super cool and colorful and her makeup was flawless. She ate most of the dirty fries, but that was okay bc I wasn’t really hungry and just wanted to go walk somewhere, and she offered to pay for the meal anyways as long as I covered the drinks n’ tip. We swapped Instagram info, but I haven’t heard from her since. I’ll never forget what a great experience that was and it really helped me to be able to talk to strangers more.

Then a landwhale at the bank threw a Worldstar class tantrum resulting in the police being called and I was back to hating fat people.

For every Santa or Mrs. Claus, there's a hundred Chantals.

 

[𝕺𝖑' 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖔]

Back in the old Discovery Health days, they had a series about a nursing home in IIRC Ohio that exclusively housed the morbidly obese. They had one guy who weighed 800 pounds (if not more) and was bedbound on a ventilator, and one night, a nurse caught THREE women in the room with him!

Maybe he skipped pizza deliveries for a few days to save up the money for them, IDK.

I bet they needed scuba equipment and a decompression chamber just to give him a bj

 

[LoudmouthLisa]

I've worked with a lot of deathfats and for the most part have a lot of sympathy for them. You don't get to the 45+ BMI range without something having gone seriously wrong in your life somewhere. Most people who are pudgy just need to stop eating unhealthy shit and move around a little more, but with all of the deathfats I've known there's something emotional or psychological that's driving their habits.

A math teacher I had in high school wasn't a deathfat, but he was one of those guys who had every excess calorie he'd ever consumed lodged in his gut and almost nowhere else. It looked like he was walking around with a beach ball hidden under his shirt. He was probably 250 pounds of mostly belly. This guy also had an outie belly-button, so it was as if the beach ball had its nozzle sticking out. The building we were in still had old school chalkboards on the ground floor, so whenever he was writing a lot on the board, he'd turn around and have a chalk outline of his navel on his shirt.

He was an unpleasant person and not well-liked. I don't think he was at that school for more than a couple of years.

 

[booklover]

This math teacher almost sounds to me like he might have had ascites and an umbilical hernia.

https://aminoco.com/blogs/health/ascites-symptoms-causes-treatment-fluid-abdomen

This isn't a medical website, but it has pictures of a male ascitic abdomen, with scars from his "taps." I know a woman who is on disability because of a genetic autoimmune type of cirrhosis, not associated with drinking, and she's had as much as a gallon of fluid removed at a time. It probably makes her look like a hugely pregnant 60-year-old woman. She had a procedure a while back to re-route some of the blood flow around her liver, and if it hadn't worked, she would have been evaluated for a liver transplant. Fortunately, for her it worked.

 

[LoudmouthLisa]

Well that looks awful. I'd probably be unpleasant, too.

 

[booklover]

Liver disease, and some of the medications used to treat it, can also cause personality changes.

 

[glass_houses]

Liver disease, and some of the medications used to treat it, can also cause personality changes.

Can confirm. PL- Had a close relative end up on the transplant list after an autoimmune disorder destroyed the veins that feed into her liver, causing permanent severe cirrhosis. There were very definitely personality changes, unpleasant ones, as toxins from her failing liver built up in her brain. Ordinarily a very compassionate, caring woman, turned into someone you didn't want to be around. Also memory problems, impairments in judgment- we ended up taking her car keys off of her almost by force because she wasn't fit to drive- very disrupted sleeping schedule etc. It was like dealing with someone suffering mental illness, but this mental illness could not be treated and got progressively worse as more and more of her liver died.

 

[booklover]

Can confirm. PL- Had a close relative end up on the transplant list after an autoimmune disorder destroyed the veins that feed into her liver, causing permanent severe cirrhosis. There were very definitely personality changes, unpleasant ones, as toxins from her failing liver built up in her brain. Ordinarily a very compassionate, caring woman, turned into someone you didn't want to be around. Also memory problems, impairments in judgment- we ended up taking her car keys off of her almost by force because she wasn't fit to drive- very disrupted sleeping schedule etc. It was like dealing with someone suffering mental illness, but this mental illness could not be treated and got progressively worse as more and more of her liver died.

Did your relative get a transplant?

A woman I used to work with just posted on Facebook that her daughter, who was born 13 months ago with numerous birth defects and is finally leaving that hospital for this one, which has been in the St. Louis area since 1941. I'm posting it here because the Wiki page said they treat "complications from obesity." IN CHILDREN!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ranken_Jordan_Pediatric_Bridge_Hospital

 

[glass_houses]

Did your relative get a transplant?

She did; took a long while for an organ to become available, but she made it through and she's doing well now.

Be kind to your liver, people. It will really, really fuck you over if it gets crook, even if you haven't done anything to deserve it.

 

[MorbidlyObeseFeline]

Not something I’ve encountered personally, but something interesting I saw online back in the day.

Back before Reddit took over everything there used to be online forums about every profession, fandom, and hobby you could imagine. Back when I thought about getting into the funeral industry I stumbled across a forum for morticians and funeral directors. It was very formal, with some users listing where they worked at and everyone wrote in a very flowery, professional tone. But one person posted about how he’s starting to get “decedents” weighing 600+ pounds and he doesn’t have the equipment to handle it (won’t fit into a hearse, the lift isn’t strong enough, tables aren’t large enough). And oh my god, all formality went out the fucking window. The replies were vitriolic on how much they hate fat decedents and their families, how they bloat faster, take more fluid to embalm and caskets that size cost more than a car. And how the families are too poor and stupid to realize they have to charge more (for something expensive to begin with). I remember some posters straight up admitted to abusing corpses, having to cut them into quarters in order to cremate in batches (too much fat can literally cause a grease fire), slicing fat off the ham hock arms in order to fit into a casket. And then a lot of times the lift breaks and the corpses just fall on the ground and get damaged. The only solution to dealing with dead deathfats was “just recommend the asshole competition down the road and let them deal with it.” I remember laughing my ass off at this thread. This would have been in the late 00’s. Wish I would have saved it.

 

[booklover]

I have a friend who has a very obese housemate; her father is, shall we say, plus-size as well, and her mother was too, as in north of 400 pounds. Anyway, when the mother died, she wanted her body cremated, and her ashes didn't all fit into a standard urn. My friend swears she is not making this up!

 

[NoReturn]

I've noticed fat sits very differently when you're obese but active vs. what we see here 90% of the time.
Got a reminder of this phenomenon the other day when I saw a morbidly obese girl in a town I was visiting. She even had clear skin and nice hair. Made me wonder if she was just a farm girl with BED.

 

[Miss Misery]

I have a friend who has a very obese housemate; her father is, shall we say, plus-size as well, and her mother was too, as in north of 400 pounds. Anyway, when the mother died, she wanted her body cremated, and her ashes didn't all fit into a standard urn. My friend swears she is not making this up!

Your friend is making that up. Cremains are made up of bone char and skeletons aren't obese.

 

[Cheesegirl78]

Back in the 70s/early 80s,the neighbors we had at that time had an extremely obese friend that would visit with her husband and daughter.
They drove a huge station wagon, and the front passenger side sagged visibly from her weight. It took several people to get her out of the vehicle as well.
I would play bingo occasionally with my mom, and obese woman and the neighbor were there also.
Obese lady always brought a giant cooler with her, stuffed full with ice cream, a fruit salad, sodas, candy, you name it, and she would empty the damn thing in the two hours we were there.
My little sister was friends with a nurse from our local hospital, and she told my sis that when obese lady was in the hospital, they would have to monitor her room closely for people bringing food in. At one time, she was scheduled for a surgery, and vomited under anesthesia because she couldn't go without eating for six hours.

Whe she died in 1984, none of the local funeral homes had setups for extremely obese people, and the home the family used had to rent an actual meat locker to keep her body in until the funeral home could find a custom-made coffin to bury her in. She was very close to 750 pounds.

The ever sadder thing was, she had a daughter that followed her mom's eating habits and was obese as well. The last time I saw the daughter, she was on disability for her weight, and had found some loser to get her pregnant and to mooch off of her.

 

[booklover]

She did; took a long while for an organ to become available, but she made it through and she's doing well now.

Be kind to your liver, people. It will really, really fuck you over if it gets crook, even if you haven't done anything to deserve it.

Thanks for the update. That's great news.

 

[Jeep1971]

In my town all the deathfats apparently share an aversion to bathing and doing laundry regularly.

 

[EnemyStand]

Not something I’ve encountered personally, but something interesting I saw online back in the day.

Back before Reddit took over everything there used to be online forums about every profession, fandom, and hobby you could imagine. Back when I thought about getting into the funeral industry I stumbled across a forum for morticians and funeral directors. It was very formal, with some users listing where they worked at and everyone wrote in a very flowery, professional tone. But one person posted about how he’s starting to get “decedents” weighing 600+ pounds and he doesn’t have the equipment to handle it (won’t fit into a hearse, the lift isn’t strong enough, tables aren’t large enough). And oh my god, all formality went out the fucking window. The replies were vitriolic on how much they hate fat decedents and their families, how they bloat faster, take more fluid to embalm and caskets that size cost more than a car. And how the families are too poor and stupid to realize they have to charge more (for something expensive to begin with). I remember some posters straight up admitted to abusing corpses, having to cut them into quarters in order to cremate in batches (too much fat can literally cause a grease fire), slicing fat off the ham hock arms in order to fit into a casket. And then a lot of times the lift breaks and the corpses just fall on the ground and get damaged. The only solution to dealing with dead deathfats was “just recommend the asshole competition down the road and let them deal with it.” I remember laughing my ass off at this thread. This would have been in the late 00’s. Wish I would have saved it.

Oh man, yet another piece of motivation for me. The last thing I'd want is my corpse abused. Oh, I guess I need a story for my thread tax.

So here's one: when I was younger I was a lifeguard. My first job was at a pool in an apartment building that had a lot of...melanated individuals. It was about a fifty-fifty split between actual niggers and based Dominicans, and when it came to the teens there wasn't any practical difference. Keep in mind, there was a lot of Eurotrash too since we were in a half-decent neighborhood and the rent was cheap Anyway, one day we were graced with the presence of a majestic sea creature. Lily-white, in a canary yellow bikini that unfortunately left nothing to the imagination. Her blubber literally spilled over the sides of the deck chair she sat...in? On? Over? Anyway, it was disgusting. This bitch had varicose veins all over her body, 450 lbs or more easily. Luckily, the manatee stayed in the corner sunning herself and quickly turning red. It only took an hour for one of the local dindus to get bored enough to run his mouth, and since I was well established as poor sport (the reason why is a story for another time) they turned their attention towards Mamu. By which I mean one of them said "Daaaaamn, bitch! You gettin' red as fuck! Someone needs to stick a harpoon in you and turn you ova *nigger cackle.*"

Well, this walrus was not going to take this lying down so with a massive effort she managed to spill her rolls over one side of the chair and kind of...wobble to her feet. It was quite incredible to watch, actually. She went from solid to liquid back to solid. The sound of wheezing and chafing fat alerted me that this massive specimen was approaching me, and when she was within ten feet of me (winded from the five foot walk no I'm not exaggerating) sucked in a massive breath and bellowed her mating cry.

Mamu: Is this how you run a pool?!
Me: Um...pardon?
Mamu: *wheezing intake of breath* You just gonna let people disrespect me like that?
Me: Lady, what am I supposed to do? Mean words aren't against the pool rules.
Mamu: *labored breathing, can't tell if her face is red from sunburn or the most exercise she's had in a year* They...swore!
Me: *rolling my eyes under my sunglasses* Yeah, and once you figure out how to get them to stop let me know.
Mamu: *huffing and puffing, I wondered if she was about to blow my house in and eat me* Fine, I'm never coming down here again! That'll teach this shithole! *lumbers off*
*moment of silence while I try not to laugh in her earshot and the pavement ape directs his limited brainpower to the obvious paradox*
Good Boy Who Dindu Nuffin: Wait...she already pays rent! Isn't tha pool free with dat?!
Me: Yep. Apparently the aesthetics are self-improving.

Anyway, I then had to explain what aesthetics are because never let it be said stereotypes are always wrong.

 

[Captain Syrup]

So, I'm waiting on line for "organic" pizza (grass-fed toppings, I suppose) and I see this enormous person in her twenties with turqouise hair (shorter than mine, unsurprisingly) and belly almost covering her legs. Her diet must consist of ice cream sandwiches and she looks like she's pitching yoga pants for 7X people to a bunch of investors. Artist's rendering:

Girls often tuck their phones into their waistbands because they don't have functional pockets. I don't know why I find it somehow shocking when a big girl does it. The phone glommed onto her blubber like glue, then the waistband snapped shut.

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Related note: Anyone who puts a disaffected spin on NYC (e.g. rich neighborhood full of gym memberships) needs to spend time in a Whole Foods. You'll immediately hear the telltale stomping and creaking.