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Kimba ~ Foxboy ~ Two Years OldReal Life: 33 ~ TransmascI'm a babyfur and ab/dl. It's a part of my personality and everyday life. I wear diapers almost 24/7.
Otherwise I'm a typical otaku, an ornithophile (look it up), and a Squidward-level artist.
*I WILL NOT REPLY TO ''HI/WHAT'S UP?/HOW ARE YOU?'' MESSAGES.* I hate small talk.
Babyfurs_United
AutisticFurs Kimba's Backstory Kimba is a human - kitsune hybrid. His mother is a human, and his father is a kitsune who transformed into a man. He was conceived in Japan and born in the United States, where he is raised by his mother. Kimba has no magical powers and cannot shapeshift. Stats
Comments Earned: 155
Comments Made: 169
Journals: 10
Comments Made: 169
Journals: 10
Recent Journal
Struggling (G)
3 years ago
I am in a very bad place mentally.
Since the traumatic experience of having my gallbladder removed in October, my anxiety has taken over and my personality has completely changed.
I am in chronic pain. Before the surgery, I could eat low-fat food. Now, nearly everything hurts.
I now refuse to eat most food due to fear of vomiting, because they were not able to keep me from dry-heaving after the surgery. I used to love to eat. Now if you place a proper meal in front of me, chances are I'll cry. I'm hungry and I'm weak.
I'm convinced I have a brain tumor because I have most of the symptoms.
All of my senses are heightened, and it's painful. Brushing my teeth now makes me want to gag. I hate needing to poop.
I hate going to sleep because of the nightmares. It's not refreshing.
I'm trying desperately to stay out of in-patient care. I have a therapist, but my parents and I are struggling to find me a psychiatrist. All the places we call either say they can't help, or you leave a message and no one calls back.
All we've managed to do is get a virtual appointment with my doctor's assistant to try to beg for a sedative. But the last time we did this, they refused to give me Ativan, which is the only thing that will calm me at all.
Both my parents work, so I have to spend hours by myself, alone and struggling. When I get like this, I lose interest in most everything. I stare off into space, or just walk around aimlessly outside.
I used to love going out, but now I fear it. I fear I will vomit in public, or get shot, be in a car wreck, or catch an illness. My dad was in a crash this year, and I have been near two shootings.
My parents try to help. But typically we end up yelling. They say I need a psychiatrist, but then in the same breath will say "drugs are not the answer," when pretty much all a psychiatrist does is write scripts.
Dad is especially bad. I'm agnostic, but he will try to get me to talk to a priest or watch Joel Olsteen. He tells me how an uncle was "cured" of some unknown illness after doctors failed him by going to a shrine.
I guess I'm looking for any words of advice I haven't heard already.
Since the traumatic experience of having my gallbladder removed in October, my anxiety has taken over and my personality has completely changed.
I am in chronic pain. Before the surgery, I could eat low-fat food. Now, nearly everything hurts.
I now refuse to eat most food due to fear of vomiting, because they were not able to keep me from dry-heaving after the surgery. I used to love to eat. Now if you place a proper meal in front of me, chances are I'll cry. I'm hungry and I'm weak.
I'm convinced I have a brain tumor because I have most of the symptoms.
All of my senses are heightened, and it's painful. Brushing my teeth now makes me want to gag. I hate needing to poop.
I hate going to sleep because of the nightmares. It's not refreshing.
I'm trying desperately to stay out of in-patient care. I have a therapist, but my parents and I are struggling to find me a psychiatrist. All the places we call either say they can't help, or you leave a message and no one calls back.
All we've managed to do is get a virtual appointment with my doctor's assistant to try to beg for a sedative. But the last time we did this, they refused to give me Ativan, which is the only thing that will calm me at all.
Both my parents work, so I have to spend hours by myself, alone and struggling. When I get like this, I lose interest in most everything. I stare off into space, or just walk around aimlessly outside.
I used to love going out, but now I fear it. I fear I will vomit in public, or get shot, be in a car wreck, or catch an illness. My dad was in a crash this year, and I have been near two shootings.
My parents try to help. But typically we end up yelling. They say I need a psychiatrist, but then in the same breath will say "drugs are not the answer," when pretty much all a psychiatrist does is write scripts.
Dad is especially bad. I'm agnostic, but he will try to get me to talk to a priest or watch Joel Olsteen. He tells me how an uncle was "cured" of some unknown illness after doctors failed him by going to a shrine.
I guess I'm looking for any words of advice I haven't heard already.
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human-kitsune hybrid
Favorite TV Shows & Movies
All Dogs Go to Heaven, Jungle Emperor Leo, Moana, The Lion King, Balto, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Trolls, The Secret Life of Pets 1 & 2
Favorite Gaming Platforms
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 2DS, Nintendo Switch
Favorite Animals
birds
Favorite Foods & Drinks
sushi, donuts, pizza, ice cream
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