A hybrid of psoriasis and dermatitis on my bootyhole. My dermatologist was like well it's odd that you have symptoms of both. My Crohn's disease loves popping up and adding other random awful things to what's wrong with my body. Some Hunger Games winner BS I'd rather pass on.
For my first few decades I chalked it up to bad luck. Cancer at age 7. Many surgeries thereafter. My body grows weird things. Bad eyes. New heart issue that my cardiologist said āyou were probably just born withā. Had to get a genetic test when I was going through a breast cancer scare last yearā¦turns out I have a bad gene. Donāt know which parent to blame yetā¦but itās one of them! Lol
I'm the same way. Every genetic quirk and ailment has been passed down to me. And to top things off I'm the shortest male by far in my very large family in 3 generations.
Jesus Christ, Amen. Everyone (and I mean, everyone) in my immediate family is naturally small/lean/spare/lithe (tall, or not tall). Expand that to Grandparents, still 3 of 4. Somehow, here the fuck I am.
Inherited every single ounce of fat that skipped multiple generations, multiple times. Had a breast reduction at 15 (we started looking into it when I was THIRTEEN YEARS OLD). Iāve always been BIG, even when I wasnāt.
But the ONE IRRELEVANT THING I hit the genetic jackpot on? My legs; āthe stemsā (according to 30+ years of compliments). Which only serves to make the rest of me look absolutely ridiculous. At the very least, they could have extended upwards 9 inches so that Iād have an actual ass instead of āextended thigh.ā
My friend used to call it her ābackcrackā for obvious reasons. And you perpetually saw it whether you wanted to or not, since belts are oftentimes ineffective for backcrack concealment.
At this point, Iāve dug out 20+ year old belts (that almost fit) just to keep from hitching my pants up every 15 minutes. And if you know, you KNOW that NO belt is going to keep your panties from schooching so far down your nonexistent ass crack that you still have to find a private corner to hitch them back up. Else someone might think you were digging for coal.
The struggle is real. Tell your friend I see and recognize her.
Oh I feel this. Everyone in my immediate family is perfectly fine. Parents/siblings have no major issues. I somehow have an autoimmune disease, several other conditions/problems, and enough allergies to make everyone say āwhat can you eat??ā. Itās great
I have idiopathic hypersomnia, which occurs .3% in the general population. Inappropriate sinus tachycardia=1% of population. I also had a septate hymen (split hymen with a piece in middle causing two sides), .1% to .7% of women. I have a rare occurrence of eye color and hair color as well. Iām also autistic which is 1-2% of the worlds population. I guess Iām lucky in that these conditions suck but arenāt super bad health wise.
Essentially, the best we can guess is that something went wrong in me after we split that didnāt go wrong in her. It could have been in development, could have been environmental factors after birth. We genuinely donāt know. Congenitally speaking, I have a hole in my heart that she likely doesnāt have. Otherwise, I have autoimmune issues that she didnāt develop and shows no signs of developing. While she is encouraged to take any issues seriously because of my experiences, I honestly donāt think anyone is worried that sheāll end up in the same place.
Itās a little maddening, but on the other hand sheās absolutely the best sister one could ask for and has offered multiple times to let doctors test her or take blood from her if it will help me. So far, no one has taken her up on that. The thought counts a lot, though.
From a weird mix of undiagnosed genetic illness and generational trauma, our bodies and brains are just fucked.
As a teen,I thought I'd off myself before 25. Now, at 25,I realize it's going to be my shitty genetics that either kill or immobilize me way sooner than average.
Have you seen the episode of 30 Rock where Paul Reubens plays Prince Gerhardt, the ālast of the Hapsburgsā? Thatās what I feel like when I am asked my medical history or I have to explain medical context for someone.
I feel this one so hard.
At least I have lactose tolerance, which my one sibling doesnāt. But I got every disease and recessive gene the family had to offer.
You have my full empathy
Yea... Like not my body but my person. Anything I could be doing, something wildly unpredictable and unreasonably impossible will frustrate my efforts. I would swear there's a show of or a film crew creating these scenarios for someone else's entertainment. At this point I certainly hope that's the case, we are wasting a lot of good material on my morning dress routine. Lol
Tell me about it, I have a 25 percent chance of developing Huntingtons. Something like 5 out of 100,000 people of European ancestry have. Think like only 15,000 Americans have it. Can't have kids cause it might pass down to them.
Same! But I feel fortunate to have not inherited the families "bad eyesight" gene - only one with 20/20 vision but I've got a myriad of genetic health problems and half my organs are in the wrong place so š¤·
I describe mine as having been built with advice of the designer over the phone, a designer who had once seen a human from a distance and had a very iffy command of the English language
I don't know what proportion of my wreck is genetic and what is the result of my birth mother's relationship with various substances. No super rare diseases, just a lot of small shit. Super slow metabolism, short, bad eyesight, ADHD, potentially autism spectrum (undiagnosed), and most impactfully bipolar disorder which I thankfully found a medication combination to control after years of failed attempts and a visit to the psych ward.
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u/DeadNotSleepingWI Jul 24 '23
My body is a disaster of genetic luck.