Help out a struggling intersex girl?

The NHS will prescribe utrogestan to perisex women for reasons caused by low progesterone such as fatique, night sweats, suicidal ideation increase, and more. Yet, when this comes to intersex women, they refuse to offer the same prescription on the NHS forcing the intersex woman to go private, even when it is medically necessary for the intersex woman. - it's a discriminatory practise.

So... help an intersex girl out so she CAN get necessary medication privately?

Hey guys, the NHS is continuing to not give her the medicine she needs to not be in constant pain. And generally toss her around between uncaring clinics that refuse to acknowledge her issues in the first place. She's literally diagnosed with an intersex condition? GPs refuse to acknowledge it because the place she got the diagnosis from 'wasn't directly NHS'. She tries to get her medicine from them? They send her to the gender clinics, who don't prescribe what she needs. I've been there for her GP visits, they will literally lie to your face about what they can and can't do, even when you have the laws right fucking there in front of them.

could we get some help? please? If you're tagged in this, i'm sorry for the annoyance, i'm grabbing at every popular blog or frequent mutual aid reblogger i can in hopes that some help will follow.

@agro-carnist @hellsitegenetics @i-say-ok @nyancrimew @readingcomprehensionquestions @ayeforscotland (she's scottish, does that count for anything?) @s1mpl3sp0ng3 @huffy-the-bicycle-slayer

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i write this haiku in hopes that haikubot will notice and help us please. i'm so tired of watching them treat her like her life doesn't matter.

UPDATE

I have been kicked off of my clinic with no option of transfer to another clinic offered properly, and am no closer to my utrogestan.

I was kicked off because of seeking to prove to the system that these clinics are under that they need to examine each case properly, rather than as cookie cutter "all intersex people we labelled wrong are trans" methods.

I was kicked off entirely for trying to obtain utrogestan through ways that other intersex people and perisex cis people have managed to obtain them. Now I am unable to work towards my other goals regarding correcting a doctor's stupid mistake and forced incorrect surgery on me as an infant.

The UK does not care for intersex people. We need that to change. I'm back at square 0 with nothing towards utrogestan and no longer being under a clinic.

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none of yall usin the internet good as they are

Danny Fenton sends Superman a fan email in which he asks for advice. In it he says he is also a non-human hero (he is vague because being a ghost is illegal) Danny mentions that he is being raised by humans. His parents don't know about his activities or species and hate his kind.

Danny was mostly looking for advice on how to make people stop being scared of his non-human characteristics. But Clark really sees himself in this teenager's email. He knows he was lucky to get parents who loved him even as an alien, but he also recalls being young and scared that would change.

So they start regularly exchanging emails, and Superman becomes a kind of mentor even if Danny refuses to tell him anything about his identity.

Clark was embarrassed to admit it, but the first thing he did every morning was usually to check the inbox of his official Superman email. He tried not to check it too often, but in the morning, reading those emails reminded him why he did what he did. Why it was so important to keep treating each civilian with such compassion, and not allow himself to become preoccupied with other things while he worked.

There were at least half a dozen emails every morning, more after major events, and he read them all. Occasionally, one stood out.

To Superman,

I wanted to tell you that I really admire you for what you do. I'm fifteen now and you've been a pillar of safety for as long as I can remember, and I can't imagine how much dedication it takes day-to-day, especially for as long as you've been a hero. I hear stories all the time about how considerate you are, and how understanding, and how unconditional your compassion is. It's something I try to keep in mind.

You haven't saved me. Not personally, I mean, and that's not why I decided to email you. I actually wanted to ask you for some advice, if that's okay.

Clark was ready for one of the more off-putting alien species. He was ready for something he'd never heard of before. He thought even some sort of time-traveling incident that resulted in more Martians would have been less surprising than this.

He'd combed through new federal legislation from the past two months. Danny had mentioned the ban as though it had just happened, but Clark would look back further if he needed to. He had no idea what he'd do if it was a state law; he knew Danny was in the Central Time Zone and almost certainly in the US, but he couldn't pinpoint it more clearly than that.

So yes, he'd prepared himself for some sort of Eldritch horror folded into human skin or violent race that was famed for massacres that Danny himself wasn't carrying out.

Clark had not prepared himself for ghosts.

It wasn't the first time Lois and Clark had done undercover work. Lois in particular was a widely-known reporter of corporate crimes and human rights violations, so the people who indulged in those sorts of activities often knew her name. Clark wasn't as well-known, but he wasn't unrecognizable either. They went to Elmerton as Lois Lane and Clark Kent, and headed for Amity Park as Lucy and Clark Taylor.

Their rented vehicle was stopped not far past the billboard that read 'Amity Park: A Nice Place To Live!'

"Names," barked the agent, a brown-haired man with sunglasses that hid many of his defining features.

Clark does the social math quickly and doesn't see how them staying will do anything but escalate the situation. It's not like he can't just listen in on the whole thing anyway and have them back here in seconds if they need to interfere.

"We'll be in the area for a few days," he says through a tight smile as he stands. "In case we have any more questions."

"Feel free to reach out if you have any thoughts to share," Lois adds, standing and leaning over to hand Danny a business card. She does not hand one to Maddie, and from the narrowed eyes, the woman notices. "Or if you need any other kind of advice."

"We figured out that there was an information blockade a few weeks after the Anti-Ecto Act passed," Danny told them, settling by the park bench where they were supposed to meet Danny's friends. "How'd you get through?"

Danny's other form was interesting, and frankly, a lot less off-putting than Clark had been prepared for. He sat cross-legged in the air, more casual in his defiance of gravity than Clark was, and his glacial white hair drifted slightly, as if he were underwater. He gave off a faint glow, which cast his features into stark relief, with none of the usual shadows. His eyes were a vivid radiation green. The only thing Clark found disconcerting was that he had no heartbeat at all.

Clark felt strongly that the hunters who were so afraid of him needed to get a grip.

colorblind pride flag just dropped

"Why do you hate found family" you guys will call characters who r literally coworkers siblings its stupid.

I think ppl r actually too obsessed with doing nuclear family dynamics on their beloved characters i don't want mom and dad and their two kids this shit is lame irl why can't people just have funny little friendships.

also: i DON'T hate found family. i hate what y'all force found family to mean. a group of 5 people who've all dated eachother at one point or another, live with eachother and choose to stick together as a unit IS a found family, but too many people would either reject that label outright or erase the romantic histories to make it fit this nuclear image.

people can absolutely have funny little friendships without us making a lifelong deal about it and that is worth recognizing. people can also have families that do not fit neatly into parental and sibling relations.

i just saw a post on reddit titled "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" and it was about OP clicking off a fic because they don't like the direction it's going in. slightly different context but can we all be more like this reddit OP. i think "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" should be the new "don't like don't read." dead doves may give you diarrhea but don't make that everyone else's problem.

1, 2, 3, and 5 but also fandom as a hobby is about bouncing off other people's brains, for me, and using AI instead of finding another person and going "I have had the most horrible idea and I need you to suffer with me" just sounds isolating instead of fun.

Miku lives in the void by the way

! This is your reminder that for some people healing doesnt mean being happy, it means being sad and angry and cringe and everything they f*ucking want. Its about yourselve and not about your productivity or performance ¡

y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

In my weak defense I’m in a lot of smaller or old fandoms and you take what you get. Also i don’t usually use the exclude option and i love when the crack is treated seriously.

[Image ID: Tumblr tag reading: #prev 20 is Wild i don't wanna see ur ao3 history that's between u and god /End ID]

Still grappling with the fact that I wasn't allowed to express negative emotions as a kid.

Not in a "smile more! Cheer up!" sense, but in the sense that I was constantly walking on eggshells around my parents emotion, and any perceived negativity, even/especially in response to their own negative emotions and volatile behavior, only made things worse and increased the length and hostility of their outbursts and abuse episodes.

So I simply learned never to express negative emotions, especially in response to other people's negativity.

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

Oh my GOD