I submit, for your consideration... Bunnika!
She is an enby, trans identified, poly, self identified severely disabled parent of two children. She is married to one guy, both of them (and the children) have scammed another guy into living with him (they are' handfasted').
She is in love with yet another person who is a married female who identies as male. I get confused as to who is whom but one of the guys only likes spending time with her young teen/preteen daughter.
things she claims she has :
Honestly listing all my meds would take pulling up my doctor journal because I can’t remember them all (and I don’t have it in me right now). But I have schizoaffective disorder, PTSD, general anxiety disorder, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, fibromyalgia, postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, chronic fatigue syndrome, osteoarthritis, and at least one other thing I can’t remember. My disabilities are invisible, but they’re there.
(the one she forgot but has mentioned before is ADHD)
She has 10's of thousands of blog posts and in one of them she makes fun of an actual crippled child's Halloween costume and called him a cripple- in another she states she stopped talking to a friend because they used the word lame.
Let's see, what else. She has multiple animals and cries poverty at every turn. She claims to need a wheelchair but walks her large shepherd dog. She came to my attention in a (now deleted) thread on another board that had almost 500 replies when it was deleted. another thread promptly popped up and stands at, I think 300 posts.
And I may as well point out that while she identifies as trans she has huge breasts that are out on display at every opportunity.
this is her blog
http://bunnika.tumblr.com/. I am on my phone and do not know how to archive and frankly am not sure I am the right person to start a thread on anyone.
quotes from her :
Because they said that eating healthy should be everyone’s top priority, which ignores that someone like me would starve to death if I didn’t have fast food at my disposal, because my spoons need to go into avoiding a pain coma, not steaming my collards.
bunnika's blog: Apparently every doctor who specializes in orthopedics is a GIANT FUCKING ASSHOLE.So three months ago, I literally got told to walk it off. ”It’ll get better, and if it doesn’t in three months, we can try some tests.” She didn’t care that it had been getting steadily worse over the last 1 1/2 years, oh no. Fatty just needs to walk moar. -.-This guy I saw today, the one I was referred to by the Social Security Administration? Well first, he kept asking me to answer a question, only to ignore my answer and have me repeat it. He did this several times. He also essentially mocked me for not being able to pass his physical tests, kept talking to me like I was a child not understanding the assignment. FUCK YOU, JACKASS. I can’t pass those physical tests because I’m fucking disabled. Funny how weakness combined with agonizing pain can make it hard to do physical tasks. -.-And then he just flat-out called me a liar. "When did you go to the emergency room?” "Never. I didn’t have insurance.“ "Most people having pain that bad would go to an emergency room.” "I’m not most people.“ He then continued to insist that if I didn’t go to the ER, I was never really in pain. LOOK, YOU PRIVILEGED DILLHOLE: I AM FUCKING POOR. FUNNY HOW POOR PEOPLE OFTEN DON’T DO EXPENSIVE THINGS, RIGHT? Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. He also thought I was lying because I started using a wheelchair before it was prescribed to me (it has been as of several months ago, I just knew when I was uninsured that I needed one, so I got one).And he kept asking what other health problems I’ve been having, and in addition to making me repeat myself several times, he kept waving me off. "That’s not important.” "Just the important stuff.“ "I can’t sit here with you all day while you read all fifty pages of that book” [referring to my symptom diary]. He’d also never heard of IBS, and insisted that it doesn’t matter. He blew me off when I explained the vision problems I’ve been having lately [loss of sight, stars, double-vision, floating black spots] and kept insisting that he only had time for the important stuff. I told him, “That’s dismissive as hell, and sorry if I think losing the ability to see is important.”OMFG just fuck him so hard. I barely made it out the door before bursting into tears, and in my sobs, I said “goddamn,” and the security guard told me not to use that sort of language. I told him there were no children there, and I had every right to curse after having seen such a fucking awful excuse for a doctor. I also threw out several f-bombs on my way out, BECAUSE FUCK THIS GODDAMN BULLSHIT FOREVER.And that’s been my day thus far. Someone want to treat me to bubble tea? I deserve it after such utter BS. :-(
So I’m officially wearing my ECG for the next month.As I was thinking about it, before putting it on, I was like, “Oh god, what about when I have an anxiety attack? IT’LL SEEM LIKE I’M DYING.” And I seriously had an anxiety attack about having an anxiety attack.Meta illness. Not so awesome, actually.It really is ridiculous, but that doesn’t stop me….I also started freaking out because the monitor doesn’t have a measurement display, so I’m like, “OH GOD WHAT IF I’M NOT WEARING IT RIGHT AND IT THINKS MY HEART IS HEALTHY BECAUSE IT CAN ONLY REGISTER EVERY THIRD HEART BEAT??”#heart health #heart arrhythmia #heart monitor #chronic illness #anxiety #heart health #heart monitor #echocardiogram #meta
