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

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Thanks, great to get some additional insight from people who know much more about the veterinarian world than me.
Can't wait to see how many animals she butchers. Dyspraxia means issues with motor skills to a disabling degree. That's the last person you want as a surgeon. And an autistic vet explaining why your dog needs to be put down... just asking for a punch in the face (autists are known for being insensitive).
There’s lots of mild non-disabling dyspraxia out there: the kids who routinely got smacked in the face in dodgeball games, the people who take 2 years to learn how to drive, little girls who don’t learn to do more with their hair than a ponytail. Learning to coordinate a wheelchair might have taken her some time but enough practice gets you there. It would have been the same for any skill she needed to demonstrate before they’d allow her to graduate. Autism and dyspraxia show up very commonly together.

Hadn’t thought of the breaking bad news point though, although women with Asperger’s have an uncanny ability to script proper emotional responses. It’s the austistic lads who tend not to be so succinct. I probably should have added in my earlier post that there are plenty of confirmed and suspected autistic doctors. They do good on the clinical reasoning and pattern recognition but there has been the occasional horror story on the patient interaction side.

"I think patients' owners quite like that I don't sugar-coat," she says. "I obviously try to deliver things sensitively but similarly I don't beat around the bush as some vets might."
"I am just not very good with people," she says. "But seeing me doing my job, that doesn't necessarily come across because I am so animated around the patients.”
Idiots like her are why human medical professionals don't take vet as seriously, when afaik it's just as educationally rigorous.
That educational rigor is why I included her article. Much more competitive and afaik all the same content just with a few other species (dogs, cats, large farm animals?). Fundamentally very similar to humans and human illnesses present similarly; vets are allowed to prescribe human medicine if a licensed veterinary version isn’t available. Just like any CNA/nursing/doctor munchie, exposure to a clinical environment and actually seeing presentations is much more inspiring than looking it up on WebMD. Choosing to study animals over humans was probably an autism thing.

I don’t question her actual ability to practise because of this rigor - they wouldn’t allow her to cut corners due to disability. If she’s demonstrated her competencies allowing her to receive her degree then she’d be a competent vet. If that means a vet assistant pins down Mr Grumpy for her that’s reasonable. I do question whether a few years in the clinical environment has inspired her to present FND symptoms, get a wheelchair, chase an autism diagnosis and push for spinal surgery.
 
The BBC seems to have featured a few of the Ehlers-Danlos plus community lately. Whilst I have no interest in delving deeper to see to what extent these in-the-media zebras are munching, these two articles caught my eye.

1. Rachel shares her chronic illness journey with her regional news @myjourneythroughchronicillness. This one made me laugh because somehow a video of her gagging on pills she says she takes daily made the cut. Also journeys to an osteopath appointment. Her instagram is just long paragraphs and black-white letter boards with chronic illness fun facts. I can't be bothered to read the paragraphed captions. She seems to enjoy her media appearances, having had multiple.
▫️Asthma - diagnosed in March 2019.
▫️Fibromyalgia - diagnosed in August 2019.
▫️Hypermobility- diagnosed in February 2020.
▫️Spinal cyst - discovered in June 2020.
▫️PoTS - diagnosed in February 2021.
▫️Hiatus Hernia - discovered in May 2021.
▫️Cobalamin Deficiency - never told, but found diagnosis in July 2021.
▫️Undiagnosed spine & hip issues.
▫️Undiagnosed cause of dysphagia.
▫️Suspected Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDS).

also claims lactose intolerance elsewhere

2. Can a munchie a medic make? As an addendum to my last post about Alexandra where I explore munchies entering medicine I share this article about an autistic, dyspraxic, Ehlers-Danlos-ic, FND-ic veterinary surgeon. Where the human interaction factors of medicine makes it quite autism unfriendly, I see why someone with genuine autism would venture down the vet route. The stuff studied is pretty similar to human medicine and can still satisfy the hobby of learning which medical disorders to fabricate without the dread of interacting with people sicker than you. I imagine a private veterinary practice is much easier to navigate as a wheelchair user than an NHS ward too. Not sure about the mechanics of wrestling an unhappy cat on the examination table, but whatever, sure, she made it through her degree so I'd probably trust her enough to treat mine, hypothetically (as opposed to letting Alexandra near me as a patient due to high risk of our interaction inspiring an awkwardly fictional twitter fable). No social media presence that told me more about her, just that she's offering freestyle libre glucose sensors to dogs. There is, or at least has been, a shortage of these for humans.
I’ve been lurking this thread for closing in on a year now and it appears it’s finally my time to shine.

Most veterinary practices would actually be hell to try to navigate in a wheelchair. They’re not typically built with that kind of accessibility in mind. Exam rooms are usually pretty small, with a large exam table taking up most of the floor space. Then you have wet tables and banks of cages on the walls in the treatment areas that take up a lot of real estate, as well. On the flip side, human wards usually at least have main walkways built with the kind of width to accommodate wheelchairs, gurneys/beds, etc. for getting immobile patients from one area to another. Animal hospitals do utilize wheeled stretchers for injured or anesthetized patients, but most of them are still a lot narrower than most wheelchairs. Some of the larger specialty practices might have the kind of space that could be navigable for her, but your typical GP office is pretty crowded and hard to navigate already for perfectly able-bodied people. We have one exam room that’s accessible for clients who use a wheelchair, but it’s built for them to be able to observe and talk to us during their pet’s exam, not for them to participate in it.

Regarding her ability to hold patients, restraining animals generally falls on the technicians and assistants, anyway, so this is really not much different from the norm in most places. Most of the time the doctor is busy examining, auscultating, ultrasounding, etc. and that’s not really something you can multitask while also trying to hold onto a wiggly patient. So someone else keeps the pet calm and still(ish) while the doctor does doctor stuff. Almost all parts of an animal’s exam and treatment end up being a two-person job at minimum, though occasionally you get a super compliant and well-trained dog who lets you do a jug draw or an IVC solo, but that’s exceedingly rare (and it’s NEVER a cat, lmao).

Glucose monitoring via Freestyles is actually becoming pretty commonplace in vet med. The shortages were at their worst in 2019-2020 and we absolutely did stop using them at the time because humans in that situation naturally have to take priority. But Abbott ramped up their production quite a bit after that happened, and it hasn’t been an issue for the last couple of years. They’re actually really helpful for compliance with diabetic patients because insulin injections are a lot easier to manage for most owners than glucometers. We don’t have lancets like humans do—most of the time you just use a sterile needle and prick a vessel on the pinna to get a drop of blood. Super simple for an experienced veterinary professional, VERY intimidating for a little old lady with a diabetic lap dog.
 
My only thing about vets and techs in chairs is, how can both a vet on wheelz and their bipedal nurses and techs work on the same animal? Either the vet is sitting on a tall stool or something, which is dangerous for them because things move quickly, and having to put pressure on something could upset their balance, or the exam table is low enough that everyone else will have to stoop over, which would be grueling.
 
@Arvee now imagine all that plus the FND dyspraxic is doing surgery in her poorly fitted wheelchair. Is this realistic? Would you trust their fine motor skills enough to not make a fatal mistake?
Dyspraxia isn’t always debilitating, as some have pointed out, but other neuro issues definitely compound the concerns. If I had FND myself, I would be extremely uncomfortable doing surgery, to be perfectly honest. There are tons of disciplines within vet med that don’t involve situations where a person could have a spasm that severs a nerve or vessel, or something equally dangerous. I’d be looking into something more academic/research based if it were me—something where I was relying more on my brain than my fine motor skills. But what do I know? I’m just some ableist Natzee farmer.

My only thing about vets and techs in chairs is, how can both a vet on wheelz and their bipedal nurses and techs work on the same animal? Either the vet is sitting on a tall stool or something, which is dangerous for them because things move quickly, and having to put pressure on something could upset their balance, or the exam table is low enough that everyone else will have to stoop over, which would be grueling.

The height difference would definitely make things extremely awkward. They make motorized lift tables that adjust easily to different heights, which would make things more modular for switching between her and other able-bodied doctors from one appointment to the next, but it would probably not make things any less uncomfortable for her techs unless she has a particularly tall wheelchair. There’s a very significant height difference between myself and one of my coworkers and when we work together at a table, especially with bigger patients, it’s either one of us stoops or the other is on tiptoe, and it makes it really awkward. Most of the time we just end up kneeling on the floor for large patients to make things less stupid for ourselves, but obviously that’s not an option for this doc. I’m guessing her techs just have even more sore backs than usual. RIP.
 
Yeah, it's not even close.

$1m/$3m (which is $1m per case, $3m per year) for me working outpatient is about $12k a year.

When I worked in a hospital it was $40k. If touching a baby or a scalpel was part of my coverage then that gets into six figures immediately.

I just called an insurer pretending to be a vet who does dogs and cats only on the same limits and they quoted me $19 a month.
I have seperate med malpractice as a Fluro/CT/MRI tech for 500k/2M a year and pay 55 a month. Im floored.
 
Mommy/Daughter Saga continues

3/19: Again struggling to walk on her crutches. Dad is helping/supporting Layla as Mom films (as always). Dad tries to entertain in a somewhat questionable way.
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3/20: Mom or younger brother films Layla in the car after she had some sort of blackout/Episode at a family members place. Apparently she's locked in that position. Really asking myself if Stevie has the audacity to film while driving or if the little brother has to film his sister in apparent agony, both options sound fucked up tbf.

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Getting out of the car in her locked position has to be filmed as well. We learn that Dad has to at home full time because of these unpredictable attacks.

In the comments of that vid Stevie reveals that the CRPS Layla allegedly has is the result of a Kickboxing injury, keep in mind that she claimed to have already considered a wheelchair about 7 years ago when Layla must have been around nine years old. Which to me means that Layla either did Kickboxing at a very young age and then sustained an injury that caused CRPS, or that mum could have been munching her out for a long time (shudder), claiming her nine year old daughter needs a wheelchair while also allowing her to do kickboxing. Maybe that's just me though. Oh and Layla had Hip Dysplasia as a baby but from what i know, depending on severity, if it was treated properly back then it shouldn't be causing her any significant problems now.
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3/21: Mad at doctors because referral to a dermatologist took like 7 months, can't say much about that since I have no experience with their medical system. Letter clearly states that they found no evidence of lupus or connective tissue disorders like EDS, but when a commenter refers to this Stevie points out that a private rheumatologist said that she's possibly in the early stages (of what?) and that she has ANA and SCL-70 antibodies.
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3/22: Layla is filmed crutching down the stairs while circus-esque music plays in the background, she complains about getting bruises on her hands and arms from her hands going forwards while holding the crutches because she can't really put them back...
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3/23: While struggling up the stairs Layla feels her heart pounding and asks for her blood pressure to be taken. From my experience the smallest movement can fuck up the measurements with these at home devices, so I'm not sure what they're expecting here while walking (More or less). It apparently took them 10 minutes to climb the stairs that day. Blood pressure ends up being fairly normal but heart rate is high (again not sure how much you can trust that measurement). In the comments people point out that measuring it like this is kinda useless, so Stevie clarifies that she only did it because Layla said her chest was hurting, and to confirm that her resting heart rate is usually over 100. Wanna point out that this is like the third time we've seen Layla with a blood pressure cuff around her arm...
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3/24: Layla made it to an art lesson nd afterwards on a road trip to get hot chocolate. She carries around a puls ox around her neck all throughout the video.
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It’s time to mix my two favorite things in the entire world: Florida Women faking sick at Disney and crippling Trans Regret™️. "Julian" Gavino is a 27-year-old female-to-male-to-?????? former Jaquie acolyte and the most obvious case of “I regret my transition but am stuck in a cage of my own design” I have ever had the pleasure to watch happen slowly and excruciatingly painfully over several years, just as god intended. Given that she has spent her adult life encouraging teenagers to chop their titties off and lie to their doctors, I couldn’t possibly give less of a fuck that she’s now sad about her decisions. She is constantly a breath away from chimping out over people pointing out how obvious the regret is.

D/B/A the.disabled.hippie, “Julian” (real name: Shelby Lynn Logsdon) is a former Florida Woman recently living in Philadelphia, PA. Sadly, she seems to have lost about half of the content that was originally on her page. Don’t worry, Shelby, I have it backed up for you!

Just a note on the name Shelby Lynn Logsdon and where I found it, since she goes by “Julian Gavino” for most purposes: when her fiance’s dad died in 2017, she was named as a beneficiary for the funeral expense GFM under the name “Julian Logsdon.” Searching that name gets you a Julian Gavino Logsdon living in Parrish, Florida with a DOB of 22 November 1995, a date confirmed by hospital bracelets and birthday posts. Searching for other residents of that address on the usual dox sites will get you a Shelby Lynn Logsdon with the same birthday. So either she has a twin we’ve never heard of or that’s her real name. And it’s such a delightfully redneck name that I absolutely must use it.

By necessity, this first post and the next will talk about Jaquie a lot because Jaquie is why we even learned Julian existed in the first place and their stories are very intertwined. I was absolutely obsessed with Jaquie between 2017-19, like watched her daily and took meticulous notes of what she said to try and track the evolution of her lies. These notes included her instagram posts before she deleted her accounts with 0 warning. Some things I have no actual proof of outside of my notes because no one had fully archived her accounts. I try to avoid “trust me bro” but the timeline of Shelby’ and Jaquie’s relationship will have to rely a bit on faith that I was accurate back when she and her accounts were alive. Or not. You don’t need to believe my Jaquie rants to understand Shelby is also full of shit. Let’s begin.

Shelby Lynn Logsdon is another one like Rachel who lived in the Tampa Bay area but constantly went to Disney early in her account as an #annualpassholder. If you go to Shelby’s account today, you will find it starts in 2017 with her getting a NHSD named Atlas. She already has a tilite and a bunch of diagnoses. Well that’s no fun. Let’s do some hard drive archaeology!
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Back in February-ish 2020 when I first archived her it went back to April 2015, when she’s just gotten her name changed. But I think we can do better than that.
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Thank you, other farms! We will be discussing the exact provenance of this particular artifact in due time, but for now I will only say an anon put a timeline together in a hurry in February 2018. This was right when LCF was banning munchies as a topic, after Shelby got herself involved in the quagmire of Jaquie haydur drama. It was posted to the very end of the final Munchies General as Jaquie’s thread was already locked. It’s also incomplete and kind of clunky because of both the time constraints and the limitations of image boards, but it’s very helpful for filling in the gaps in my own archive, so if you’re the anon that made this please accept my gratitude. The early years wouldn’t be half as thorough without your quick action. First, it shows that back then her account went to (at least) 2014 where she was totally healthy and hanging out with friends all the time. She was 18 years old.. (For those who were not around, LCF banned munchie topics in Feb 2018 after a vote because they were too much of a headache for moderators due to constantly blogging, samefagging, namefagging, munchies dropping in to screech that they weren't faking, kelly leaking her own shit for attention, etc etc. At the time I thought it was dumb but reading those threads back now holy shit they're embarrassing.)
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By August 2015 she was using the name @Juliangavino. Not sure what, if anything, she was using before this, whether this account was ever under her real name or she had an older one that was. She's unreliable when giving ages and dates for when things happened and will try to push back her dates of diagnoses, when the symptoms first appeared, etc to appear more legitimate and this seems to be the case with her troon out too.
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She constantly uses these #likeforlike #spamforspam hashtags as well as all the disney ones trying to become insta-famous.
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This chick she’s with all the time is Jaina van Horne, her girlfriend of four years.
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Oh look, she has hobbies other than Disney.
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Very masculine, you definitely pass with that Justin Bieber swoop.
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I mean, far be it from me to criticize cringe tattoos, but really??? A phoenix and “all roads lead to Rome.”
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she’s into some new-age tarot sage smudging and crystals shit, but it seems to be a teen girl phase she grew out of.
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Oh look, Universal! Something new and different. I wonder if she’s still a Harry Potter fan since yanno, TERF.
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In may 2016 our lesbian-with-extra-steps pops the question at the Magic Kingdom. She Said Yes! Here's their wedding page on TheKnot and you can see the full engagement pics here.
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All their friends are just normal people. Not a vested dog or a wheelchair in sight. Also it sounds like Shelby’s family isn’t really on board with her life, something she will confirm in later posts.
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In June we get our first remotely medical post and it’s just testosterone for her conversion therapy attempt.
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Up to now she’s just been a retail worker. In August 2016 she starts a bachelors degree at USF Sarasota, where Jaquie was also a student.
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Username has changed to @hoolianogavino.
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Back to our anon’s timeline, we find that in October 2016 she posted that she was diagnosed with autism at age 20 and also has a celiac diagnosis. She's on topamax for unspecified reasons. It's used for epilepsy and migraines but is also used as a mood stabilizer. Who knows? I'm going with migraines since they're the easiest to fake.
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And now she needs to stim (with troon flag colors, of course!) and has tardmuffs.
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In November, she hangs out with Jaquie and Harlow and watches Jaquie set up her saline infusions, which she had just gotten set up with for her POTS. At the time Jaquie was only getting it through a peripheral IV and complaining that they only allowed her like .5L every week.
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Two weeks later, Jaina’s father died. A fundraiser for his medical and funeral expenses says it was a heart attack followed by a slow decline into kidney failure secondary to T1 diabetes.
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Still gotta #likeforlike #spamforspam to show how devastated you are.
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One week later, a cane appears out of nowhere.
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In January she’s got a clunky off the rack chair.
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“babe I know your dad just died and you’re grieving but now would be a good time to prove your loyalty to me by tying my shoes.” Sudden, dramatic decline now that she’s put a ring on it, while her fiance is emotionally vulnerable from losing her dad. Fucking gholish. Also, remember this post for the future.
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Back over to the old timeline. She starts tagging neuropathy, but nothing specific about what kind. It’s a symptom, not a specific disease, so it could be just something like carpal tunnel syndrome, or it could be something serious. Unfortunately the overlay text kind of spoils the plot so fine. Shelby actually went on LCF to bitch about Jaquie "stealing" her diagnoses in 2018 and the timeline was to show that they actually were in an arms race to one-up each other. I usually like to stick to a chronological order with these things but beggars can't be choosers. From this SS we learn that on LCF a year later, Shelby will claim to have had flare ups of a progressive neuropathy disorder since she was 18. But we've seen from this brief intro period that she had no issues until she started at USF, which is when she met Jaquie who was already LARPing. Both of them were occupational therapy students.
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god damn her attempts to look male during this era fail so goddamned laughably hard.
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Shelby hasn’t yet gotten answers for what’s wrong with her but she's looking forward to finding out!
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According to my obsessive notes, the first time she shows up in a Jaquie vlog is just days before her first wheelchair pic. This is in the January 2, 2017 vlog where Jaquie is in the hospital for anaphylaxis with an unknown trigger and yet she has multiple human and canine visitors. In this video, Jaquie mentions that both she and Shelby are autistic. From my notes, both Jaquie and Shelby went on "medical leave" from school in Spring 2017. Commence munchie olympics.


Shelby's whole identity becomes illness at this point, overshadowing the trans shit by far. This photo was posed and framed to emphasize the chair, not the person in it.
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She’s now obviously trying to get diagnosed with POTS. Jaquie was claiming POTS for months at that point. She had been dx’d orthostatic intolerance by Mayo Clinic in July 2016 but disputed it claiming it was really POTS per a Holter she previously had. By September, she had taken the tilt table results from Mayo used to diagnose her with orthostatic intolerance to a neurologist who changes the diagnosis to POTS, which she then took to a “POTS literate” internist in September and October. This doctor does not work out so a few weeks later she finds Trevino. She starts infusions in November through a peripheral and gets her port on December 5, 2016. Anyway, Shelby is the skinwalker here. We already know she went to Jaquie’s to watch her set up her infusions back in November.
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And now she would like a service dog, just like Jaquie.
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Shelby remarks on how fast she went from healthy to poor lil cripple boi and now the wheelchair is her favorite toy.
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Like a frog in a pot.
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Vog mask. Remember when they were novel?
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Over on Jaquie’s youtube, we find that Shelby has begun taking Jaquie to appointments. At the time Jaquie was claiming weeks-long “flares” of an undiagnosed allergy-related disease. First they see a neurologist about some muscle twitches that Jaquie has had. She shows a video and is told it's clonus, which is a sign of spooky neurological shit going on. Neuro is going to dig into Jaquie's records and do some muscle enzyme tests. Jaquie is tentatively optimistic although she does not want to take the Lyrica she is prescribed because it's a psych med. After that they make a scene at lunch. We see Shelby has her cane. Finally they go to an allergist Jaquie is anticipating to be a problem because she's on a ton of IV benadryl and worried the doctor will try to take that away from her and/or tell her she has anxiety. The doctor goes one further, questioning all her diagnoses and medications as well as why she traveled all the way to tampa for a simple allergist appointment when there are much closer allergists to her home in Bradenton, then tells her he has actually sick people to see. She was also told not to go to the ER for her anaphylaxis anymore, that he wouldn't believe she had anaphylaxis because he hadn't seen it, and to get rid of her port. Shelby laughs while Jaquie rages because gosh, it happens every darn time!


A few weeks later, Shelby is babysitting Jaquie who was then claiming to have constant anaphylaxis. Jaquie had just been discharged from another anaphylaxis hospital vacation and needed a babysitter in case she had a reaction and needed to go to the ER while Judd was at work. Shelby, who grew up in the area (Jaquie was a recent transplant from the Orlando area) suggests they go to a different ER if Jaquie needs it as she has made herself a pest at her local one and was basically forcing them to admit her by using epipens. She, naturally, does go to the ER that night after hearing she had a new potential audience. She used her epi but is not admitted. Jaq lets Harlow do some tasks for Shelby and we can see Shelby wants a service dog badly.


Around this time, Jaquie comes to GOMI's attention, but the thread goes dormant almost immediately. It comes back to life a few months later but never gets much traction because many of the retards over there believe her shit.
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Nothing says “I need this walker” like posing in positions that prove you do not.
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In March 2017 we find out what she looked like pre-troonout: not even remotely tomboyish. Makeup, long bleached hair, jewelry, feminine dress. Yeahhhh this is a ‘spay the gay away’ and that’s going to get more and more clear as the days go by. Shelby has no interest in stereotypical masculinity. She knows she's not a man. She just doesn't want to be a lesbian.
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She visits Jaquie again in late March 2017. Not worth watching unless you want to giggle at how this "man" is shorter than Jaquie is.


Two days later Shelby meets Jaquie, Janiece and Paul at Disney. The real takeaway is Shelby is the only one without a dog and the jealousy is palpable.


Also she's changed her name to @hooliano_g.
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March 2017 is also when Jaquie first got posted to the Munchies General thread at LCF along with Jan and Alex. Since it's an imageboard and no incriminating images were posted, the farmhands tag them "autistic and proud" and everyone ignores it at first. A second attempt to get people interested in her falls flat against the craziness of Dani Marina and Kelly Ronahan.
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Fishing for an EDS diagnosis, claiming to dislocate her ribs.
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Which jaquie claimed a few weeks later.
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Suddenly passing out from heat in April 2017. Jaquie first started claiming to pass out from heat in March 2016.
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over on Jaquie's youtube, Shelby and Jaquie are now seeing the doctors on the same day, back-to-back, and they carpool. And it's our dear friend in Clearwater! Yep, as we learned in Rachel's post, Shelby is another patient of Dr. Miguel Trevino. She learned from the great one after all!


Five days later, Shelby takes Jaquie to see the neurologist to "close out her care" because she found a more compliant doctor. Despite this they are annoyed that the doctor goes "okay bye then" and doesn't beg her to stay.


“thank you for standing by me no matter what.” Literally standing next to her prop wheelchair. Lol Shelby...
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SPD now causes her to have “meltdowns” in target. disney is fine tho.
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Celiac awareness post.
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As well as EDS, dysautonomia, gastroparesis, and GERD. Gosh, amazing that she has all of these to announce just days after we find out she's seeing our dear friend in Clearwater! Jaquie has been claiming EDS since June 2016, based on a neurologist at Mayo (Dr. Todd Rozen, specialty: headaches) telling her that she had hypermobility in her neck. A week later she said she was officially diagnosed by him. Two weeks after that she sees a neurogeneticist at Mayo who said she did not have EDS and just needed massage and PT for muscle stiffness. So she went to a local internist with the original hypermobility assessment and is told yes she has EDS in August 2016. She also was told by Mayo that she did not have GP. Her test showed 14% retention after 6 hours which is the cutoff for extremely mild GP and was told she actually had rumination and decreased gastric accommodation, which PT and breathing exercises would fix. She took the 14% GES to a local gastro who said she did have GP in December 2016. Other than the GERD – which jaquie never really claimed – Shelby has once again started claiming things months after Jaquie did.
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And gets a brand new car!
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She can go to disney all day with her family, she just has to make sure she hydrates. Like all of us who go out in the hot Florida sun for multiple hours.
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Sometime after this post (the old timeline cut off a lot of dates) she finally makes a post about the nerve disease that’s been allegedly plaguing her for years at this point. She claims it took five hours to get there which could be Tallahassee or out of state but could also be Jacksonville, Miami, or someplace closer factoring Florida traffic. My pet theory is she went to Dr. Paldeep Singh Atwar who has a location in Jacksonville and who Jaquie most likely also saw. He specializes in EDS and mitochondrial diseases and has a very customer service-y buy-a-diagnosis atmosphere around him.
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Seriously look at this shit. His website states that he will diagnose you with a genetic disease over a telehealth appointment based on self-reported history alone, and only order genetics testing “if necessary.” If this is the guy Jaquie saw then he’s the one who gave her dextrose solution infusions right before she died, while she was heavily addicted to pain medication and abusing high-THC medical cannabis and IV benadryl to potentiate and rapidly gaining weight, all things that contributed to her fatal herniation. This is also likely the quack who diagnosed Katie Schmude with mitochondrial disease which is why all her other doctors lol’d at the very suggestion. Welcome to Florida, everyone. Enjoy your stay.
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Anyway. in late May she has gotten her Tilite chariot and for once, she’s beaten Jaquie to the punch. She may actually be the first of our Trevinettes to score a custom wheelchair.
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Your wheels never stopped you because you never had them before and you don’t need them now. That’s kind of how this works. If you actually need a wheelchair there are many wheelchair-inaccessible places that will stop you.
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Still smiling! That’s called Duper’s Delight, babe.
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Getting a sleep study to check for apnea. This is one Jaquie never claimed, although she did have sleep studies and narcolepsy was one of her earliest claims dating back to high school. Shelby never mentions this again so apparently she was fine.
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Purple is the ribbon for peripheral neuropathy, also she has zebra socks.
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Forever freezing. Heat intolerant. Pick one.
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Obligatory “I’m not brave, I’m just living my life!”
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Followed by “people would rather DIE than live through what she lives through but she’s SO STRONG and BRAVE!”
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Seizures. Just bought a new car a month ago. Epilepsy was Jaquie’s first ever claim, which she started claiming in 2011 at age 15. She would claim that she had seizures but they were “too deep in her brain” to be seen on an EEG. As she got older she backed out of this lie (probably because uncontrolled seizures = no drivers license) and by the time she started her youtube it was an occasional mention always followed up by “but I haven’t had a seizure in x years.” Anyway, nothing showed up on Shelby’s EEG either but she totally had a bunch as soon as she got home. She has to go back for a longer one in the future but for now she thinks it from her POTS. Ain’t it funny that they only started after she got the diagnosis and started the treatment?
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Annnnd spoiler alert: she never went for the followup EEG. Not because she knew nothing would show up and she might get called out for faking or referred to psych, of course. Just because she was tired of medical tests that now date back to age 5. Much later she will claim her dad also has celiac and they live in an entirely gluten free home for their mutual protection, so maybe that one's not a lie and she was tested young. Maybe her dad has it and she LARPs it. Maybe it's all a lie. We'll never know but I like to give them the benefit of the doubt and at the very least she doesn't post gluten-laden snacks on her insta.
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Meanwhile Jaquie is picking up a bit more steam on the other farms. People are starting to mention her fake angioedema and how if any of her diagnoses are real she’s very exploitative of them. But again, Kelly et al are being way more entertaining and no one really cares what Jaquie is doing. Shelby is on no one’s radar.
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She gets mentioned again when she’s gunning for a wheelchair of her own, although most of the conversation is about Harlow and how “neglected” and “malnourished” she was. She was a healthy weight and fed a biologically appropriate raw diet that Jaquie meticulously weighed out (whether you think raw feeding is actually appropriate or not is up to the beholder; point is she followed the guidelines available). Her odd look was from a cosmetic ophthalmic issue and an unusually light coat. but not so unusual as to be out of the normal range for goldens. Look up “English Cream Golden Retriever” if you have doubts. This was right when Jaquie finally munched her way to her first feeding tube.
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Standard excuse, Shelby can go to disney but only because she goes at night when it’s cooler. For people who don’t know how Florida do, it’s often still 80+ degrees F out and high humidity when the parks close at night in the summer.
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She gets mad when someone correctly identifies her as an able bodied individual who didn’t need the motorized cart at the grocery store. She shows off how disabled she is by standing up with her cat. Also, cute cat. Apparently this breed goes for like a grand.
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Gastroparesis awareness post. She’s on the mild side of the spectrum and doesn’t need a tube, but did have to cut a bunch of things out of her diet.
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Despite just saying she only goes out at nigh when it’s cooler, here are her tips for how to trudge through a long day in the Florida sun! Because Disney is worth it.
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She has collapsible push handles on the back of her chair and makes Jaina push her when she’s too tired. “Allergic to the sun.” Yeah, I know that's a joke about heat intolerance but it's such a dramatic way to word it.
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After a year off she goes back to school at USF.
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She shows up on Jaquie's youtube in July talking about her chariot. First of all, Shelby still looks and sounds like a butch in this video. Second, she claims the nerve disorder is the primary reason she needs a chair, not the EDS or POTS. She also says that she doesn't qualify for a power assist. Jaquie is trying to the the power assist from the same company based on her EDS. She lets Jaquie try out and critique her chair.
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This is when she first comes to the attention of the other farms, but as a subject of sympathy. Anons believe her line about the nerve disorder and think Jaquie, who at that point was one of the thread's most popular subjects, just took advantage of her.
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And it doesn't take long for Shelby to respond to her critics. On August 23 someone points out that she and Jaquie both claim to have been diagnosed autistic as adults and who knows which one came first. Shelby jumps in to say she knew from when she was young she had autism and her brother has it too (contradicting posts where she said it blindsided her to be diagnosed with it.) At first people think this is Jaquie responding but Shelby confirms it's her and also says her mean evil parents wouldn't take her to get diagnosed with the autism she totally has. She also confirms that she's been lurking the munchies thread basically the entire time it's been active. Yeah I guess if I was a munchie skinwalking the Queen I'd be worried gossip sites would find me too. Once again she's given a pass by virtue of being not as insane as Jaquie.
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Shortly after someone who knew Jaq came back to post about how she should totally expose Jaquie. Now this could be a bunch of people. Jaquie had an apparent falling out with Alex the same time, some speculated that it was Janiece trying to take her friend-slash-competition down a peg, and the "third chick she met up with at the mall" is Rachel Denton who we know is a vindictive backstabbing cunt who considered Jaquie a troublemaker that threatened to expose the rest of them. There's also an unknown number of girls who slipped through the cracks or deleted all Jaquie-related shit from their instas before any of us knew Jaquie was a thing. I guess just accept that we probably won't know who this was "officially" because Jaquie's dead and none of them are going to own up to this.
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By the way I started this florida project back in April 2020 and I said back then to bear with my vague Amber Parascandos and boring clan of poodle retards because it only gets weirder and more incestuous as we go and this is what I meant. The further down the rabbit hole we go, the closer we get to Jaquie and the more they want to hide that they're all fucking copying her and always have been. If I didn't already post Rachel, this post about the third chick would make no sense. She'd just be another white girl with a golden retriever. But I can post this video saying "lol here's Jaquie and Jan training with Rachel and Mozart" and we already know the punchline, that Rachel shit talked both of these women behind their backs while trying to hide that she went to the same quack they do for the same illnesses she doesn't have, and now she's got real problems from this stupid decision.


Anyway, some people are not magpies and remember that Shelby already outed herself days ago and was likely the person posting now, and the issue was probably that Jaquie was obviously coveting her wheelchair. The video they're describing is this one from August 25 where Shelby visits Jaquie and shows her some wheelchair "hacks" but also stands up and walks her wheelchair out the front door on her fully functional legs. She comes back to post that it's only because Jaquie has a big step down to leave her house... which like 99% of people who actually need a wheelchair couldn't just choose to navigate but ok munchie. Again, anons fall for it. To be fair, a bunch of them still thought Jaquie was telling the truth but super over the top about her health because they couldn't wrap their heads around the idea that yes, munchies manage to get IVIG, wheelchairs, ports, and the whole nine without having a legitimate illness.
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Here's the video if you want to watch it.


Here she tells us she got diagnose celiac at 12 and ignored it until 18 and that might be why she has the neuropathy. Mmm.... doubt.
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Anons start to wonder why jaquie's "friend" would hang out on LCF and read their criticisms if she wasn't also tired of Jaquie's shit. But right after this Jan starts gunning for a custom wheelchair of her own and everyone forgets Shelby again.
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All these girls are convinced natural disasters are worse for them. Meanwhile people actually died.
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Jaquie gets her own thread after so many people complain that the munchies general is just jaquie now. At this point most anons still see Shelby as the victim of Jaquie, someone who had a legitimate degenerate nerve condition who believed another young person who claimed to have chronic illnesses and was skinwalked as a reward.
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She also has started to realize that she is standing (or sitting) in the Queen’s shadow as curious people begin asking her about Jaquie in her comments.
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Yeah sure, this is something someone with her list of conditions would attempt, sitting precariously on a wall that requires quite a bit of leg, arm, and core strength and balance to remain on, in the hot hot florida sun. Can’t answer what kind of progressive disease she has. What’s interesting is on LCF that was her chief complaint and on insta it’s almost never mentioned.
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Big news coming up!
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More awareness, might as well be copy-pasting from a script at this point.
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Jaquie gets her chair in October 2017 and oddly, the tech that comes over to show it to her mentions it’s the “same one Julian has.” Anons figure she mentioned her friend had just gotten one from the same company at some point which god I hope so because otherwise this is a fucking weird interaction.


meanwhile anons question why Shelby hasn't been in any recent vlogs and wonder if they're no longer friends. They ultimately decide Jaquie is the problem.
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As if summoned, she appears in a vlog a few days later where we see her once again testing out Harlow's sock removal skills, but having been called out for getting out of her wheelchair to get up Jaquie's steps, she's now using a rollator. Again this is chalked up to Jaquie's machinations and Shelby is declared an innocent victim of a manipulator. At this point Janiece was increasingly appearing in Jaquie's socials and escalating her behavior making Shelby look even more like a normal disabled person who got drawn into their orbit.

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They even, embarrassingly, turned into her fanclub for a while. Haha holy shit I am so glad I never actually posted and only lurked. This is almost as cringe as the munchies cheering themselves on.
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And that brings us up to November 2017 when she gets Atlas and right where her account currently starts. Today if someone stumbles blindly on her account they know none of this. The scroll back to the beginning, they see her and Atlas, she's always had a chair, there is no Jaquie, there was no time when she was well. This, my friends, is why now when I stumble on an account I want to document, the very first thing I do is archive absolutely everything start to to finish, then write them at my leisure. You never know when they're going to get that itchy feeling in their soul and just nuke a ton of incriminating shit. There’s still plenty of content missing from the account as it currently exists, so we will continue to rely on my archive for quite a while longer. Anyway, since we know Shelby is lying we can flip this narrative about her being in Jaquie's videos still right on its head. It's not that Shelby forgave Jaquie for "stealing" the wheelchair. It's that she was doing her own clandestine research on service dogs so she knew what to say to New Horizons.
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Jaquie tells everyone that Atlas and Harlow share a mother. Harlow came from Eagle Ridge Golden Retrievers, the same breeder that Alex Moine got her fucked up mutant Levi from, so if this is true haha wow.
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Beloved.journey is Amy Banek, the former Chronically.Amy, not to be confused with Amy Lee Fisher who died of heart failure. Banek was another Jaquie skinwalker living in Michigan (?) who used to film herself fainting but check the camera to make sure she was in frame before she did. Before Jaquie-ing, she claimed CF then tried to walk it back saying it wasn’t really CF but something like it that had all the same symptoms. Claimed a lung function so low she would need a transplant but was fine walking around and talking on room air and never coughed. Also Shelby is claiming she can’t manage a second instagram because “executive function” issues.
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And now Shelby can’t even imagine living her life without a dog accessory.
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My beloved, the queen of my heart, Amanda “Skinwalker” Winig was in the comments complaining about people petting her dog at Disney but unfortunately, it was deleted before I got around to archiving. She’s clearly flirting with me. This was right around when Amanda was discovered by the thread through other circumstances. She and Jaquie both entered a giveaway and Amanda won. People looked into her and instantly pinged that she was a skinwalker because she did things literally one day after Jaquie posted about doing them and her roommate even called her "the Jaquie to my Janiece" as if they were fictional characters. Comparatively, Shelby still just looks like an innocent bystander.
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Jaquie replaces the expensive power assist system she initially got with an equally useless SmartDrive. This is one of the toys Shelby wanted badly but got rejected for and she is currently waiting on an appeal. This might very well be the "bridge too far" for old Shelbz.
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In mid-December, Shelby and Jaquie hang out on video for the last time. They go to the dog park in Jaquie’s complex together so Atlas and Harlow can burn off some energy together. Shelby is using her rollator, not her chariot, and seems disinterested in Jaquie's questions about Atlas. Anons speculate she's disengaging because she's realized her friend is lying.

We'll stop here because honestly, it's nice out and I'm tired of squinting at LCF threads trying to find which posts are relevant. We'll pick back up when she's finally ready to graduate Jaquie Beckwith's Munchie Academy and decides to 'expose' Jaquie. And a whole lot of people who were giving her the benefit of the doubt are about to revoke that good faith.

edit: dropped some videos, whoops.
 
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More from Alexandra, the UK's first deafblind doctor.

One Step at a Time, where Alexandra (who is, by her own account, almost completely blind) talks about beautiful stairs and metaphors. Boring.

The Power of Story. It starts with an unreadable introduction and I almost skipped over the whole post. But then comes the "slice of my life story" section, and holy shit. I have brought you all a gift, directly copy-pasted (except I undid the italics because it's obnoxious).
“Apple-eyed, she scoured the moss-rot, rolling in the honey grass that bleached in a jaded sweat, before springing back up and hastily ushering off the mud-cake squelch that deliciously draped up her bare and unscathed thighs. Then, with the look of cheek, a sparkle in her eye, she grinned back at us before running into the still silver water. It was like something wonderful had broken our careful silence, as she splashed the mud off her, now a porridge-like dirt streaming down her cold-pink limbs, bathing the now-glistening gash at the side of her foot, blood so brilliantly fresh-red. She shrieked. Beautifully. So beautifully that the heathers and pondweeds all around us frolicked in an excited tingle. She ran back out of the water, ducking in and out of the bushes as we giggled from where we were perching. The drenched lilac saps were studded a granite blue, pink icicles dripping warmly as she ran, brushing her fingertips curiously along the tall, sticky spring grass, her infectious cackles losing themselves in the thick film of the warming air. Boisterous and care-free, she was.

You can still see those hills where the water stood, dribbling into each other so uniformly, in blends of gooey greens and bouncy blues. In between was sutured by the partition of an old wicker fence, and further on, drafted out by the proud territory of perhaps a couple dozen of oak trees, their luscious green leaves blotching a young skyline. And, before your eyes wander this skyline, there comes across a single photo frame, rectangular in shape, simple yet so untold, resting on my Papa’s windowsill back in the house. Five fresh, smiling faces, all with teeth like off-white pearls, the manes of many white-backed horses, stains of story, decades shared together over red wine and Christmas dinners. Our dimples all so clean and well-dented.

Every day childhood was so different. Yet, on each and every day I was taught something new. I was lifted up so buoyantly, like their little sunbeam, a single soft and innocent flame, newly burning for an incessant thirst of knowledge, care, protection, and love. Looking back, it was almost as though they never wanted me to leave their bubble, too anxious that I’d get hurt, or that the beast of the working world would swallow me up into the void that we call reality. A world governed by the survival of the fittest, where the laws of health and wellbeing takes no prisoners. But, like her, there was no need to care back then.

Three weeks in Intensive Care, thirteen days on a ventilator, septic and delirious. I was ravaged by what I can only describe as a horrific dream, nightmarishly fragile, where I became stuck in a lonely dimension that became timeless, and where the judgment and control of giving up entirely was completely separated from mind and body. It was also completely and indefinitely real. The brushstroke away from breathing life was painted. Countlessly.

ITU was stuffy, stale and clinical. Impossible to distinguish between night and day, the low buzzing lights were the only visible fume that whirred toxically as my limp eyelids were pressed open momentarily, medical staff scurrying in a hushed panic around me. When potent intravenous sedation was still not enough, the only alternative was to be struck out cold with a surgical anaesthetic gas, for 4 days, whilst typically it is not allowed for any longer than a few hours. The liver and kidney numbers plummeted and my blood pressure was the metaphorical equivalent to the sinking Titanic. My parents were bombarded with a hefty wafer of jargon – the paperwork of consent to sign for an emergency tracheostomy. That was if we even made it to that stage at all. Or even they. Just a few hours earlier, the force of unconditional love had driven them 950 miles over to Italy where I lay, only to obliviously cross a landmark bridge to Genoa, that crumbled, its black hole of destruction taking the lives of 43 innocent people just three hours later. Talk about close calls.

A respiratory arrest soon sent thick fluid onto the lungs, followed by what felt like a lifetime of dysphonia, my pharynx visible quivering as they flapped pathetically, unable to control any form of swallow, only choking and spluttering more, the rattles under the breastbone cursing me like a death-drum, a deep venous blue. The frustration of not being able to communicate was exhaustive, only ever being able to manage an “I – I – I…”, before a ravenous brain fog swooped out all my efforts. I stared at my parents, and I stared at them, for a very, very long time. Was it love? Or was it confusion? I could not put name to face, or face to name. My mum was unrecognisable, my dad was a complete stranger. It was the year 2024 and my age and date of birth were now a long lost memory. I no longer knew my own skin. But this nature of evil ceased to stop consuming. Infection markers were screaming, yet the source was a needle in a jungle. The hospital bedsheets burnt my skin.

But, it was arguably the hallucinations that left the worst scar of all, an apparently common encounter experienced in longer-term ITU patients. It had sent me hanging off the edge of buildings for days, in plane crashes, packed up in tiny boxes, and even sleeping outside. Then the worst night came. Over the course of the evening, the lights had grown deadly white, heavenly clinical, sharp and frosted. My body felt packed. I turned a beefy kind of swollen, and the ports where my central line was strung pierced in agony. I was ice. But I was a floating sort of ice, dreamy. In the near distance I could hear a chorus of sobs. But I felt so at ease I had almost lost the care, the responsibility, the reminder to lift my own ribcage and exhale. Was this it? This was actually it. I was leaving this world. And I couldn’t do anything about it, other than to lay there and accept, paralytic to the sounds of other people, people of whom I’d loved, mourn.

That death was without doubt the one trauma that still hides in me to this day. It was a hallucination like no other, yet still so vivid every time I try to get an early night’s sleep for another early morning placement the next day. But this grief was something else. Not the grief that you yourself are going, not the inconsolable misunderstanding of “why me?” “why now?”, but the grief of wondering exactly how anyone could have the strength, the courage, the bravery, to leave behind the ones they love most. Because if that is the case, it made me feel cowardly, guilty. I was way too scared to let go of them, those five smiling faces with perfectly dimpled smiles. My family.

I still gaze beyond those hills today. Only, the autumnal sun is now just a pale withered moonbeam, resting on the weathered skyline, the haze of lavender flocks jaundiced yellow, the reeking dandelions flagging over amidst the dew-sunken stench. The water is still still, perhaps a little more still than before, hairs of silver rippling occasionally, boats of smooth, fresh-splintered coffin-wood rocking side to side. In the woodland beyond, blackcurrant globules bleed, slobbered and milked, the burnt bluebottle crisps famished on the slippery tweed as their corpses lay juiced in the suffocating heat that was summoned by such an emotionally chaotic summer. The air had become treacle-thick, making it hard to breathe as freely, the dust of steel fairies – a remnant of cremated dandelions, drowning. Fluff-thistle bronzed, the crowned corn-heads flaked like dry pastries, drier than her skin when I look back. And when the chorus came, the singing boughs creaked flu, just how she did. Twinkle-cursed and stale.

And, as I gaze back on those hills, the pink icicles defrosted, the fields lucid and sallow, I come across a single photograph, rectangular in shape, simple yet so untold. Back in the field hums a beautiful shriek, a wind moan. Papa doesn’t remember much of that now, but two smiling faces look back at us, through a thin coat of silky dust, their teeth like off-white pearls, dimples clean and well-dented. I stoop down to a chair, still clutching onto the photograph, my calf muscles now only two single bones, wasted, trembling as I desperately try to regain my strength after that awful summer, my inner scars far deeper and more bloodied than those outside. I brush my finger across the cool glass before stopping at three more smiling faces – all now lost. All in one year. My auntie, to breast cancer. My uncle, to lung cancer. And her. My grandma. Brittle asthma, emphysema…She had my lungs.

I slide my finger back again, until it squeaks clean, my smile a crease. My crease a smile. Inside, all those scars now bleed into each other, that grief no longer a small lost flame but a raging fire of determination. To get better and to give back. Now a medical student, then a patient, to be a palliative care physician. And then, when I look back up, carefully placing the photograph back on the windowsill, I gaze ahead and see one lone oak tree, waiting bravely in the wind”.
Alexandra used the same description of her hallucinations that she's used multiple times, one of those being the post immediately before this. That's the only thing I was able to actually take away from this weird story. I don't actually know what she's trying to say, and I don't think she does either.

The Consent of Ignorance, where Alexandra makes a teenager's public rape trial into a chance to talk about her suffering and how she was so brave by going to the court even though they're so ableist. She also never specifically stated that she was sexually assaulted, which could be a deliberate choice to avoid being called a liar or it could simply be her awful vague storytelling.

What Would You Give? is boring. Alexandra is registered to be an organ donor. I legitimately don't know the answer to this - would someone with all the physical disorders she allegedly has even be able to be an organ donor?

Life's Newsfeed is also boring. Her progressive muscle disorder (previously stated to be mitochondrial myopathy) was not diagnosed until her adulthood.
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Isn't this the plot of a Grey's Anatomy episode?
 
Apologies if already posted. One of paiges simps has posted a video about kiwifarms and how “it’s a gross website where grumpy old farts go and bitch about people” and that gave me laughs. Also she “debunks” the posts about her mother because her mother is the one who wants alllll the attention


 
@Vampyroteuthis infernalis For some reason I can't quote/reply your post, but in answer to this:

What Would You Give? is boring. Alexandra is registered to be an organ donor. I legitimately don't know the answer to this - would someone with all the physical disorders she allegedly has even be able to be an organ donor?

My understanding is that it's mainly active infectious diseases and cancers that would blanket-disqualify you from organ donation. They'll salvage basically whatever they can from donors, so they just wait until the donor dies and then give everything a thorough once-over to check and see what's viable. I'm going to guess mitochondrial disorders wouldn't disqualify you, but this is going to be me pulling from what I know about mitochondrial disease in animals and a basic general understanding of anatomy and disease processes. People health is not my wheelhouse, so I may be way off base, in which case hopefully our resident human medfags can correct me.

Mitochondrial disorders are generally a genetic thing, usually caused by frameshift mutations in the patient's DNA. This has a systemic effect on the entire body since your "mito cells" (thanks, Victoria) are what facilitate your body's ability to convert carbohydrates into energy at the cellular level and fuel the rest of your body's processes. In mitochondrial myopathies, this breakdown in energy production affects muscular tissues (myo=muscle, pathy=disease). When your mitochondria can't properly process sugars and convert them to ATP, your cells don't have the juice they need to power your muscles and organs. In dogs, we see this manifested mostly as mobility issues--exercise intolerance, altered gait, and pain, all causing a general decrease in activity--but it can also affect major organ systems as well, notably the kidneys and heart. I'm guessing in humans, the symptoms would probably be pretty similar, since all these systems are pretty comparable across mammalian species.

It's not a disease process that's caused by an infectious agent, it's just that the body's blueprint was missing some crucial instructions and it fucked up the development of your parts on a microscopic level. So transplanting the organ from someone with a mitochondrial disorder into a healthy patient wouldn't "infect" the person's other healthy organs. That being said, though, any organs and tissues that have been affected by the disease process would probably not be in great condition, so they might get less usable material out of a donor with this kind of disease than they would from a healthy donor. But organ transplant lists are always miles long, so if they can wring anything viable out of it, they'd probably still try.
 
Saying that one is registered to be an organ donor really doesn’t mean anything in the UK nowadays as most of the nations operate broadly on a ‘deemed consent ‘ model. Basically, if you haven’t recorded a decision to opt out of organ donation, you are presumed to have given consent (see here).

The ‘excluded groups’ mentioned under the entry for England are those without mental capacity to consent, temporary visitors to the UK &c.

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So I've been thinking about something...
Have ya'll notice how some (many?) autists will use use ASD to munch? Like, someone who has light autism will start rocking back and forth like a sped when they don't want to answer a question or when they want to make someone look like an asshole, or when they want to be assholes but still claim the moral high ground they will say "oh my autism makes it difficult for me to feel empathy", or they will pretend to miss certain cues and blame it on the 'tism to get away from responsibility? And most people never hold them accountable for the shit they do because 'tism? Is this something that pops up a lot in this thread?
Or how speds will sometimes throw fits because they know everyone around them will walk on eggshells and do what they want? Like banging their heads on walls or punching themselves.
 
I watched one of Vick’s tiktoks the other day soon after it was posted and saw one of her regulars asking about her conjoined twin. Checked back today and holy shit, Victoria deleted the comment. This is a fascinating change in Vic’s habits— normally she answers active followers’ questions. But now her mother, Eileen Guyadeen, follows Victoria on tiktok. Guess mommy doesn’t know about that particular lie!

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Ft. Victoria’s stories yesterday about being excited to talk to her “twin” from college BUT NOT HER CONJOINED TWIN LOL GUIZE this was BEFORE she ~~started lying about~~ found out about her conjoined twin. Excited for an MRI to locate her non existent cancer. Worried she won’t get it because there’s a contrast shortage. Lol. 9AB1BBE5-2CE8-42B9-97B1-68C0707BEFDB.pngD4730115-72FA-4B21-91B6-920F71F2D0BE.png89FDAB14-5B37-4F1F-BD7F-AB14A58806F0.pngBF505B99-1495-40DE-994E-446EDCC699B5.png87850666-D4C7-44E2-BCAC-857183C092E3.pngA93B53A7-0997-4E8B-99FB-226A379C1EBC.png835135A0-3BF4-4D48-837C-9434FE46653D.png
 
Starting off another Alexandra post with her favorite lighthearted topic, death!
She's one of the munchies that's weirdly a bit obsessed with death, both as a general concept and as something that she has narrowly escaped.

Death Over (Christmas) Dinner is the story of how Alexandra has almost died multiple times, how brave and doctory she was during her grandma's death (can you believe her family cried?), and how we should all be talking about death right now.
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Seeing is Believing is a lovely story about her family's Christmas traditions - just kidding, it's about how ignorant we are to issues like homelessness, mental health, and politics. Nobody is allowed to be happy during the holidays, because that's selfish. We should all sit around and think about global warming and the destruction of the NHS.
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Also, Alexandra has a sibling (in the next post, she says it is a younger sister) who is a medical student. Wonder if that had anything to do with her sudden decision to pursue a medical career?

It's Good To Be Here is Alexandra's 2018 highlights reel.
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In April she walked 37 miles over two days, which is exactly the behavior of someone who had spent a large portion of February in the ICU and had to spend a long time recovering.
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Alexandra wasn't diagnosed with her mitochondrial myopathy/progressive muscular dystrophy until 2018, during a hospital trip that was conveniently right before exams she was dreading. Her response to her diagnosis was to discharge herself from the ICU so she could go home and study, because she's the best medical student ever. She's such a good medical student that she did very well on her exams without accommodations for being deafblind.
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After her exams and her school year were done, she went alone to Hong Kong. The last time she went, the weirdest thing happened. Alexandra the Savior, the kind and humble hero, went to comfort her mentally ill friend. But for absolutely no reason, certainly not some sort of mystery event that would make Alexandra look bad, the friend left her stranded. She slept on the floor in a cafe because hotels do not exist.
She talks about her visually impaired friend in a very uncomfortable and almost disgusting way. No actual disabled person wants to be talked about like this for any reason, and certainly not by their friend.
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Hong Kong is somehow completely accessible to a blind woman, but has no idea what a white cane is used for. Alexandra took her blind ass and her metal detector on a trespassing adventure to take in the view of the cityscape.
Also, this happened. Just read it. My commentary can't improve perfection.
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After Hong Kong, Alexandra went to Italy. She got sepsis and went to the ICU and nearly died, with the same exact phrasing she used before. It felt so familiar that I did a very quick google search.
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There's nothing technically wrong with plagiarizing your own work. It's lazy and uncreative though. Can't think of more than one way to describe an experience?
The rest of her yearly recap was super boring. She spent Christmas in a haunted cottage.
TLDR: Alexandra walked 37 miles, then got diagnosed with progressive muscular dystrophy/mitochondrial myopathy. She went to Hong Kong and her friend didn't let her stay with her, for no reason at all. She got lost in Hong Kong because of her blindness while she was looking for a place to see the cityscape (please read that paragraph, it's hilarious). She copied her old post about sepsis word for word.

Seven Social Attitudes About Disability We Need To Change in 2019 has a title reminiscent of the best clickbait articles. It has good points, like "address disabled people directly" and "segregation is bad," but every good point is backed up with anecdotes about Alexandra's own bad experiences.
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Interestingly, she lists her mitochondrial disease (mitochondrial myopathy) as a separate condition from her "muscle disorder." She also places EDS as one of the top invisible reasons for needing an accessible parking badge, and apparently believes that epilepsy can be disabling enough to need accessible parking but also not prevent you from driving.
Alexandra says she spent her final three years of secondary school at a specialist school for visually impaired people. She liked that it made things easier, but didn't like the fact that they acknowledged being blind could impact her safety.
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Disability is a spectrum. Alexandra has no sight; no vision in one eye and 5% in the other. That's how she makes intricate art and takes perfect photos. She likes making things difficult. She can draw blood with her eyes closed, which is a thing she needs to do because she's completely blind.

There's this boring post about her wireless stethoscope.

This one's title is very long.
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Alexandra can't go on a walk because she'll get put in the hospital. But she can slither like a snake through the Hong Kong wilderness.

The "Big S" is another clickbait-sounding article about a lesson that totally changed Alexandra's life.
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Alexandra isn't compliant with her breathing treatments, even though she knows it will end up with her intubated in the ICU. This is obviously because she's a doctor.
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In her 2018 round-up, Alexandra says she doesn't remember what happened before she ended up in the Italian ICU. Here she admits that chose to ignore medical advice, let herself get sicker, and eventually became septic. She wasn't aware of the symptoms, despite being a medical student.

This one also has a way too long title.
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This is the first paragraph. Alexandra decides that being a medical student means she can teach the other students, who are in fact her own peers she can recognize visually. The rest is just whining about how it isn't like Grey's Anatomy, she isn't respected as a medical student, life is so hard and unfair for her specifically.
 
My understanding is that it's mainly active infectious diseases and cancers that would blanket-disqualify you from organ donation.
Some autoimmune diseases too. Any organ that produces lymphocytes is a no-go in that situation. (this mainly affects bone marrow transplants.)

You take immunosuppressants after a transplant so that your body doesn't try to kill it, but then sometimes that transplant gets its hands up and tries to kill you instead. Graft vs. Host Disease is some weird shit.
 
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