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This picture is a fun little opportunity for y'all to ask Willow any questions you could possibility have for someone in a long term full body cast :) feel free to ask as many questions as you'd like (and feel free to DM me the questions if you don't feel comfortable commenting). Depending on the amount of questions, I may make another post where I list Willow's answers to all of them!
I recently received an amazing commission from wingcommanderrudoji which you can view here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62395111/
I uploaded a story to accompany the wonderful artwork which you can read here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62395352/
In the story, after 5 years of being muted by her full body cast, Willow gets one night to say everything she wants to say using a "borrowed" text-to-speech device. Afterwards, the text-to-speech device will be returned and Willow will be muted once again ); I figured it would be a fun opportunity for watchers/other characters to ask Willow any question they'd like during this fleeting moment where she can "Speak". So please, ask her anything you'd like, as she says, it may be the last time she's able to answer!
I recently received an amazing commission from wingcommanderrudoji which you can view here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62395111/
I uploaded a story to accompany the wonderful artwork which you can read here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62395352/
In the story, after 5 years of being muted by her full body cast, Willow gets one night to say everything she wants to say using a "borrowed" text-to-speech device. Afterwards, the text-to-speech device will be returned and Willow will be muted once again ); I figured it would be a fun opportunity for watchers/other characters to ask Willow any question they'd like during this fleeting moment where she can "Speak". So please, ask her anything you'd like, as she says, it may be the last time she's able to answer!
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No! Don't tell me she's getting her eyes covered! That sucks >:( I want to see her happy and shattered! Not sad and isolated :'(
Well, my question...
Is it really *that* bad? Being constantly cradled by the two sexiest materials known to science: plaster and diapers? Getting all that tender attention? 24/7 care? A PERMANENT full body super-squeeze hug?
Or would you rather be out here in the miserable pain and cold, doing a miserable, soul killing, 9-9 grind with 4 hours of sleep every day, piling up the bills and debts as payment for your hard work? Getting yelled at for showing up? Sifting through a backlog of trauma in therapy?
Sorry to belittle your pain but I would give *anything* to trade places... 🤤
Well, my question...
Is it really *that* bad? Being constantly cradled by the two sexiest materials known to science: plaster and diapers? Getting all that tender attention? 24/7 care? A PERMANENT full body super-squeeze hug?
Or would you rather be out here in the miserable pain and cold, doing a miserable, soul killing, 9-9 grind with 4 hours of sleep every day, piling up the bills and debts as payment for your hard work? Getting yelled at for showing up? Sifting through a backlog of trauma in therapy?
Sorry to belittle your pain but I would give *anything* to trade places... 🤤
(She’s not getting her eyes covered. The text-to-speech device is borrowed, so she will only have it for one night. Although I certainly wouldn’t describe Willow as “happy”).
*Willow looks baffled by the questions*
“This full body cast is the bane of my existence. It has completely ruined my life and robbed me of every ounce of my independence. I lay here day after day, permanently wrapped in itchy, aging, sweat-drenched plaster and soiled diapers. It feels like I’m being suffocated. And the nurses barely treat us like people, I’ll be lucky if I see them for more than a few minutes each day. I’d be willing to live any life as long as it didn’t involve this cast. If you find a way to trade places, let me know, I would give you this life in a heartbeat”.
*Willow looks baffled by the questions*
“This full body cast is the bane of my existence. It has completely ruined my life and robbed me of every ounce of my independence. I lay here day after day, permanently wrapped in itchy, aging, sweat-drenched plaster and soiled diapers. It feels like I’m being suffocated. And the nurses barely treat us like people, I’ll be lucky if I see them for more than a few minutes each day. I’d be willing to live any life as long as it didn’t involve this cast. If you find a way to trade places, let me know, I would give you this life in a heartbeat”.
“Good questions :) my antlers were fully broken after my accident. It took years for them to grow back properly. And I have antlers because I have some reindeer on my mother’s side. All genders of reindeer grow antlers. Although, they seem bigger now then they used to be… Annabelle thinks one of the many medications I’m on might be messing with my hormones. I think my antlers are cute though, don’t you?
It’s a very simple device but honestly still difficult to use. The camera tracks my eye movements so I look at a letter, blink, and the device will type that letter. It’s horribly slow and incredibly easy to make smelling mistakes though”.
It’s a very simple device but honestly still difficult to use. The camera tracks my eye movements so I look at a letter, blink, and the device will type that letter. It’s horribly slow and incredibly easy to make smelling mistakes though”.
Got a couple questions for ya!
1. Why did it take them so long to give you a way to communicate? Surely they could’ve at least worked out some kind of morse code grunting system for you by now?
2. Does your nose itch in there? I bet your nose itches. If it were me, my nose would be itching all the time…and I’d get super mad at anybody who kept reminding me how itchy my nose is! >;P
1. Why did it take them so long to give you a way to communicate? Surely they could’ve at least worked out some kind of morse code grunting system for you by now?
2. Does your nose itch in there? I bet your nose itches. If it were me, my nose would be itching all the time…and I’d get super mad at anybody who kept reminding me how itchy my nose is! >;P
*Willow’s eye twitches and she struggles to type up her response*
"It never. Stops. Itching".
"And this text to speech device is immensely expensive. After years upon years of accidents, combined with my current condition, there isn’t any health insurance company here in the US willing to insure me. Even if there were, I doubt they would cover anything deemed "unnecessary". Why give me the ability to speak via an expensive translator tool when printed alphabet cards are so much cheaper? Without any wealthy benefactors, I doubt I’ll ever have access to tech like this again. Most of the nurses would never care enough to try to communicate with me. Annabelle has tried the alphabet cards before… but it takes a whole day to make a single sentence… I get so frustrated… it’s just not worth it :( also, my jaw is so broken and wired I can’t make a single sound… not even a whimper“
"It never. Stops. Itching".
"And this text to speech device is immensely expensive. After years upon years of accidents, combined with my current condition, there isn’t any health insurance company here in the US willing to insure me. Even if there were, I doubt they would cover anything deemed "unnecessary". Why give me the ability to speak via an expensive translator tool when printed alphabet cards are so much cheaper? Without any wealthy benefactors, I doubt I’ll ever have access to tech like this again. Most of the nurses would never care enough to try to communicate with me. Annabelle has tried the alphabet cards before… but it takes a whole day to make a single sentence… I get so frustrated… it’s just not worth it :( also, my jaw is so broken and wired I can’t make a single sound… not even a whimper“
“It was more so multiple accidents, of increasing severity, occurring in quick succession. I try not to think about the day of my accidents too much… it was the most traumatic day of my life. I was at the hospital to get a leg cast removed. I remember sitting in my wheelchair outside of the hospital, so excited that I was finally going to be fully cast free for the first time in years. But the nurse let go of my wheelchair, for just a second, and I felt myself start rolling down a nearby hill. My dress was stuck in the wheelchair so I couldn’t jump free. The wheelchair picked up speed and finally flipped over and I bounced down the entirety of the steep road and out into a busy street. I was bounced around by several cars before I thankfully blacked out. I’ve only heard bits and pieces of what happened from there… but apparently the ambulance they sent to find me ended up running me over, a 16 wheeler swerved to avoid me but ended up tipping over and crushing me under the cargo bed. Apparently at one point there was an accident with a train, a collapsing building, a helicopter, and much more… I must be cursed for so much to happen to me all at once… I clearly did something to deserve being stuffed into this miserable full body cast”.
“I was inconsolable when I woke up like this. The pain, panic, anxiety, and overwhelming claustrophobia was more than I could take. The nurses kept having to put me under for weeks before I was able to come to terms with my hopeless condition. And to think, at the time I didn’t even know I’d be spending the rest of my life like this…”
*You can’t see her face, but it’s clear Willow is blushing/flustered*
“The topic was… brought up. Although, there’s a lot of… “logistical issues” to work out before something like that could happen. Also, as much as it would be needed… it might not be the healthiest activity for someone in Redd and I’s delicate conditions. We’re open to suggestions though… just try to keep your voice down <3”
“The topic was… brought up. Although, there’s a lot of… “logistical issues” to work out before something like that could happen. Also, as much as it would be needed… it might not be the healthiest activity for someone in Redd and I’s delicate conditions. We’re open to suggestions though… just try to keep your voice down <3”
Hello Willow! 😀
I do actually have a few questions!
First, have you finally gotten used to living in a bulky full-body cast? Do you still hope to recover? Or the though of being cast-off now scares you?
Also, how the medical team is? Are the nurses good caretakers? I hope so! Learning that some nurses could be clumsy enough to drop you off bed would break my heart sharper than your bones 😅
Finally, after years of abstinence, where are you in term of sexuality sensitivity? Have you already suffered (or experienced) unwanted or involuntary body reactions while being changed or cleaned, for example?
Sorry for my straightforward way to ask the last question. But, since we don't know if you'll be able to answer us again... I do prefer to ask than regret!
I do actually have a few questions!
First, have you finally gotten used to living in a bulky full-body cast? Do you still hope to recover? Or the though of being cast-off now scares you?
Also, how the medical team is? Are the nurses good caretakers? I hope so! Learning that some nurses could be clumsy enough to drop you off bed would break my heart sharper than your bones 😅
Finally, after years of abstinence, where are you in term of sexuality sensitivity? Have you already suffered (or experienced) unwanted or involuntary body reactions while being changed or cleaned, for example?
Sorry for my straightforward way to ask the last question. But, since we don't know if you'll be able to answer us again... I do prefer to ask than regret!
“I don’t think I could ever get used to this nightmarish cast. I’d give anything to be free. Unfortunately, I think I’ll be trapped like this for the rest of my life. My bones seem to have completely lost the ability to heal. My specialist has diagnosed me with “Willow’s Syndrome”... a disease of which I am the first and only known sufferer. I despise having to share my namesake with something so horrible. I’ve lost all hope of recovery. This is my life now. A useless, pathetically handicapped pile of plaster”.
“Most of the nurses here do nothing more than the bare minimum to keep us alive. They don’t talk to us, they don’t look us in the eyes, and it’s clear they couldn’t care less about two hopelessly handicapped plaster statues. They don’t care if we’re itchy, sweaty, dirty, depressed, or overall miserable. The way they move us around is so aggressive, and they have definitely dropped us before, which causes unbearable aching. They begrudgingly change our diapers, feed us our mush, and then we’ll be lucky if they turn on the TV before they leave… and even if they do turn the TV on, it’s not like they pay any attention to what channel it is. Redd and I have spent entire days watching the home shopping network, church sermons, or even just TV static. Plus, they never turn the subtitles on, so even if it was a good show, it’s not like Redd and I could properly hear anything through all the plaster covering our ears anyways. Annabelle is our saving grace. She’s the only person in my life (besides Redd) who truly cares for us. She makes my hopelessly handicapped life almost bearable, which is an unbelievable feat. I wish she could be our full time caregiver, I want that more than anything, I DREAM of it, but she’s so busy as the head of the Orthopedic Trauma Ward that the hospital won’t let her. Instead, we only get to see her on occasion, but I can’t thank her enough for spending her free time with us <3”.
*You can’t see her face, but it’s clear the last question has Willow flustered*
“Well, of course I still experience that type of… stimulation. Depending on how thorough the Nurses are during my sponge bath, I can feel my atrophied thighs flexing uselessly against the plaster holding my legs in place. It’s never enough to actually find any… relief… so as much I crave physical intimacy, I just have to lay here motionless every time, huffing and sweating in this full body cast”.
“Most of the nurses here do nothing more than the bare minimum to keep us alive. They don’t talk to us, they don’t look us in the eyes, and it’s clear they couldn’t care less about two hopelessly handicapped plaster statues. They don’t care if we’re itchy, sweaty, dirty, depressed, or overall miserable. The way they move us around is so aggressive, and they have definitely dropped us before, which causes unbearable aching. They begrudgingly change our diapers, feed us our mush, and then we’ll be lucky if they turn on the TV before they leave… and even if they do turn the TV on, it’s not like they pay any attention to what channel it is. Redd and I have spent entire days watching the home shopping network, church sermons, or even just TV static. Plus, they never turn the subtitles on, so even if it was a good show, it’s not like Redd and I could properly hear anything through all the plaster covering our ears anyways. Annabelle is our saving grace. She’s the only person in my life (besides Redd) who truly cares for us. She makes my hopelessly handicapped life almost bearable, which is an unbelievable feat. I wish she could be our full time caregiver, I want that more than anything, I DREAM of it, but she’s so busy as the head of the Orthopedic Trauma Ward that the hospital won’t let her. Instead, we only get to see her on occasion, but I can’t thank her enough for spending her free time with us <3”.
*You can’t see her face, but it’s clear the last question has Willow flustered*
“Well, of course I still experience that type of… stimulation. Depending on how thorough the Nurses are during my sponge bath, I can feel my atrophied thighs flexing uselessly against the plaster holding my legs in place. It’s never enough to actually find any… relief… so as much I crave physical intimacy, I just have to lay here motionless every time, huffing and sweating in this full body cast”.
I'm so sorry to hear that kind of things... :/
According to your doctors, you'll probably never heal. So, my question is: maybe there's still somethings that could make you feel better?
Your so-called "friends" and medical staff maybe don't care about you (sorry but not sorry for them), but we do! So, perhaps we could do something to try help you.
According to your doctors, you'll probably never heal. So, my question is: maybe there's still somethings that could make you feel better?
Your so-called "friends" and medical staff maybe don't care about you (sorry but not sorry for them), but we do! So, perhaps we could do something to try help you.
"All I can ask is that you treat me like a person. I know I can barely show it, but I'm still alive in here. I have hopes, dreams, and feelings just like anyone else... even if I'll never again be able to express them. Please visit me, if you have the time. Each day, when no one shows up during visitation hours, it's a terrible reminder of how lonely life trapped in this full body cast is. I know I won't be great for conversation or companionship, but even just having someone talk AT me makes me feel less alone. And please remember to talk clearly and within my field of vision, the plaster makes it difficult to hear. You could also read to me, I love fantasy, or watch movies with us (Annabelle can tell you all my favorites). And if it looks like I need something, don't be afraid to help or get one of the nurses (preferably Annabelle). I hate having to lay here, helplessly suffering in silence. I know "friendship" with me sounds like more of a burden than anything... but it would mean more to me than you know".
"Unfortunately, I don't think I'll ever escape this miserable full body cast :( I spend most of my day trying to cope with the fact that I'll be trapped like this for the rest of my life, deprived of any semblance of independence. According to my doctors, my bones have completely lost the ability to heal. They've even diagnosed me with a new disease that they've named "Willow's Syndrome", of which I am the first and only known sufferer. I’ve lost all hope of recovery. I appreciate your sympathy, but this is my life now. A useless, pathetically handicapped pile of plaster”.
"I don't think the doctors consider it a priority to find a cure for my condition... and I suppose I understand the reason. Why spend all that time and money to find the cure for a disease that only impacts one person when there are other diseases out there impacting thousands. To be fair, the doctors did spend the first couple years trying to find a cure for me, but at this point they've given up and moved on to bigger things... leaving me to wither away in this plaster tomb. I just don't think there's anything anyone could do for me".
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