The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

I love that when marcille says she really wants some cured ham senshi says "oh that means your body is craving fat which is actually a very good and normal thing. Let's go kill a snake chicken and have a picnic."

One thing people get immediately about Dungeon Meshi is that so much of it is about Dungeons and Dragons. I think a less discussed thing is Dungeon Meshi is also very much about backpacking.

I used to backpack for a living as part of my job and the logistics of how much food I could carry was very much a limiting factor of how far we could get in a week before we had to turn around.

We had to do so much planning about food, I counted calories for the first time in my life not to lose weight but to establish a bare minimum of how much food I needed. I started with 2000 calories before realizing that they decided that number was an average for people who hiked way less then 8 hours in a day. I went up to 2400 calories a day, I would have done more but reasonably I could only carry so much food on my back. I made sure a good portion of it was salty because after the first day my sweat would taste like water and if I didn't pack enough gatorade powder my legs would cramp. Pringles have never tasted as good as they would on day 3 of a hike when my body craved salt the most, at home they were disappointing. Food was about what my body needed and what would let me keep hiking.

I would often train new volunteers and impressing upon them how much food they needed to pack and how they needed to think about it differently was always hard. The hardest was young woman. They would tell me they only ate 1400 calories in a day, they were never hungry after that, they couldn't possibly eat that much. They always listened to me in the second week. No one ever brought enough in the first week man or women.

The logistics of carrying enough food was a frequent topic, we discussed yes, if we were going to a lake, could we fish? Would that be reliable, could we save pack weight and money (dehydrated food is expensive) on that? We would talk about what fresh ingredients we could bring, how long they would keep, how we could cook them. Like a lot of adventurers mention when running into Laio's party, the kind of dried food that goes well in a backpack wears on you after a while, you want something actually cooked, not dried or at best rehydrated. The problems about food they discuss in the manga are the exact same problems I have sat around and discussed with people I worked on the trail with.

This is some truth laid down right here boy.

Millennials have essentially been forced into a perpetual teenagerhood by socioeconomic circumstance, we desperately want to grow up, and we’re worried that we’re running out of time to do so

interestingly, i feel like the opposite - i’ve grown up, unwillingly and unprepared to do so, and i want more time to figure my shit out before i’m ready to be seen as an adult. i’m almost 36.

Oh man, I know that feeling.

I’ve seen a lot of older people scoff at the word “adulting”, but pretty much everyone my age or younger that I’ve talked to about it knows exactly what it means and feels it keenly, and I wonder if on some level this is because many older people think of “adult” as just an age category - one you’re in your twenties you’re an adult, by definition, and so anything you do is “adulting”, also by definition. But to our generation and younger ones, there are a bunch of things we associate with adulthood; it varies based on culture, socioeconomic status, etc. but everyone I know seems to have at least one thing that they think of as an “adult” thing - maybe having a steady job, or owning a car, or having time to go big with your hobbies, or having the energy for activism, or raising 2.5 kids in a nuclear family with a white picket fence in the suburbs, or even just going grocery shopping regularly instead of “in a panic because you’re out of toilet paper” - that they not only don’t have, but can’t even really imagine having.

And so we need the word “adulting” so we can separate “doing the things adults are supposed to do” from “being old enough to be an adult”, because by age we’re obviously all adults as nouns but most of us can’t fully adult as a verb, so maybe we’re not actually adults? Or maybe we’re “fake” adults, because a REAL adult would have organized their life by now and would be adulting all the time with ease, because adulting is just, by definition, all the things you’d do if you were a real adult.

I’m both pro herbal medicine and pro vaccination because you can treat burns with aloe vera juice and sore throats with lavender infused honey but you can’t rid a country of polio with plants. 

THIS.

Don’t forget kids, jewelweed is a natural counteragent to poison ivy rashes but it won’t do shit against whooping cough

Mint for nausea, valerian and chamomile for sleep, antibiotics for fucking infections.

I’m in love with this post

YES

I don’t think healthy people every really get chronic illness.

I have a friend I know from when we were both 6. She is the only person living nearby and so she saw me go from walking through limping to wheelchair on a daily basis. I keep her updated on my health even tho we rarely hang out anymore. She was gonna come over yesterday and I had to cancel. She asked if I can’t hang out later that day. When I said i won’t feel better later, that if I feel that bad in the morning later will only get worse she got annoyed and “joked” that I’m just finding excuses. And I was surprised, she knows all about me being disabled after all? So, a bit taken aback, I told her it’s a normal thing for me.

“But you got the diagnosis now, aren’t you better?? I thought you’ll get better now”

She was honestly surprised and it made me realize a thing. They don’t get it. They don’t get that getting diagnosed only equals benefits like welfare or parking spot for us, and sometimes better pain meds but that is just like pushing luck. That it’s a forever thing. That that one day we felt good a week ago was just a bright spot and doesn’t mean we won’t need our aids anymore, cause chronic illness is not linear and will make a great comeback in next four hours, and the next good day is planned on when we’re 70. Cause when abled people are sick, they get better. And our illness is just an excuse for them. And when we say we will never get better they think we’re being dramatic and pessimistic. And I don’t think they’ll ever get it, cause to get it you need to live it. And I want my friends to stay healthy and not go through hell.

This is definitely okay to reblog and abled people are encouraged to reblog cause maybe it’ll help others understand

Hello it’s me Lexa and this post is relevant again as I just had the Legit Same Talk with someone and I exhausted my number of fucks to give

Oh my god I literally had this conversation with my mother an hour ago.

Mum: “So yeah, I was thinking that when I come down we could do visit an art gallery or a museum or something.”

Me: “I’ll have to see if I’m up for it, I’ve been going through a rough patch. I might not have the energy.”

Mum: “But you love art galleries.”

Me: “I know. What part of ‘it hurts to walk long distances now’ is hard for you though?”

I routinely have people well aware of my disabilities/chronic illness congratulate me on how I “seem to be doing so much better these days!” on a good pain/energy day and then basically try to stage an intervention a week later on a bad one. “You seem to be on a decline lately, I’m just concerned you’re not taking care of yourself!” And then a week later on a good day again congratulate me on how I really seem to have improved and must be making a real effort to keep on top of my health, with no irony or self-awareness whatsoever. The narrative of “getting better” is so ingrained that healthy abled people will ignore massive amounts of cognitive dissonance to apply it where it makes absolutely no sense.

And this belief in “getting better” is actively harmful because that’s how we get shitty things like people having their benefits “reviewed” and taken away because it’s been ten years and they’re not going to the doctor “enough.” They don’t need to get constant treatment after they know what they have, but that doesn’t mean they’re magically cured or just “not trying”!!! It means they’re ill, they’re always going to be ill, and going to the doctor every week isn’t going to change that (not to mention it’s expensive af)!

I see this in my job much more frequently than I should (we help people fight benefit denials and occasionally get back benefits after these “reviews”). Sometimes it’s justified - the person went back to work - but more often, it’s not, it’s just that some worker somewhere decided that this person or that person should be all better by now, and that’s just not how chronic illness works, so ending this idea that chronically ill people will just get better would help put a stop to shit like that.

They cannot comprehend that we do not control our health. In their world, when people are sick it’s because they caught it from someone else, and if you stay sick it’s your fault for not taking care of yourself. They cannot fathom a  world where you can 

do everything right and still be sick. 

“don’t let your disability define you! Fight! INspirEd! Taking back my life from Cancer!” This narrative is everywhere in Able culture. If you JUST tried harder you’d get better. THAT is what they live and believe.

Therefore to them if we are “still” sick or “Sick Again” it’s because WE did something wrong. They can’t comprehend a world where you can’t Earn health as a reward for performing purity, kale and yoga.

This!!!

why do men want to be gynecologists? why? why. gynecology is for females and should be practiced solely by women imo 

I don’t think a fuckboy is gonna go through years of college education with the mindset of “I’m doing this so I can put metal and cotton swabs in vaginas”…. (more)

lets talk about the arkansas gyno, paul becton jr. who took nude pictures of his female patients 

lets talk about dr. john black (gyno) who sprayed a chemical found in drain cleaner into his female patients’ genitalia

or dr. robert hadden, a gyno who performed unwilling oral sex on his patients and staff member

or dr. bruce sylvester smith, the gyno who raped (at least) one patient and sexually harassed many others.  

and while we’re at it, lets talk about male gyno, dr. john marshall who tricked, drugged, and raped his patient. 

or dr. paul kelly, an indiana ob-gyn who sexually abused his patients and over-prescribed dangerous drugs. 

and dr. kevin pezeshki, who abused several patients and the list goes on and on. 

so actually tons of male doctors abuse their patients, and the cases of female doctors abusing their patients is almost non-existent. so thanks for your comment, but next time, try doing a bit of research. 

let’s talk about my patient yesterday who complained that every male ultrasound tech that has performed a vaginal ultrasound on her pushed the probe way too far and clearly had no concept of vaginal comfort during penetrative procedures

let’s talk about how not once have i hurt any of my patients during vaginal ultrasounds, and if they have issues with penetration such as vulvodynia or a history of endometriosis, i take a long, slow time to do the ultrasound and check in frequently, and will attempt to do an abdominal ultrasound instead if warranted

let’s talk about how it is most certainly because i am a woman and therefore i understand my female patients and their comfort levels much more than any dude could.

^^^ all of this. Not to mention the one time I had a male doctor do my exam, he took one look at my sexual history and immediately refused to do any more tests or exams because he was “positive” I was just had a bunch of STIs. He didn’t listen once to me telling him that I didn’t think that was right and I wanted to be sure. Three days later I’m getting rolled into emergency surgery because my ovary had ruptured and had become infected. Yeah, gynos should always be female.

Ok i maybe am just talking out of my ass but i feel like a lot of male og/yn get into that career because as a start they realised they couldnt handle the first choice in their medical career and are kind of directed into some “branch” which they DONT think is a big deal- something they think they can handle because hey its only women! I think a contributing reason (other than theyre not women) to why men gynos tend to be cold and shitty is because they spent years looking at shaved vulvas and dehumanised bodies of women when then actually meet the reality only to project their anger of “ how dare u not look like the woman in my porn video” into the patient in the way he is treating her.

That’s probably a lot of it

It’s always like this when it comes to women fearing men. It’s always “um, who would go through all this work just to fulfill their twisted perversions? uwuu”

Men would. Men would and do, daily.

i had a male gyno who knew i hadn’t had my period in over a year and wanted to do a transvaginal ultrasound but then decided against it when he found out i was a lesbian who never had penetrative sex because apparently it meant i wasn’t stretched out and the probe wouldn’t fit. so i never got an answer as to why i didn’t have my period

then i found a woman doctor who literally said that was bullshit and i didn’t need to have had a dick in me to have proper medical care so i got the ultrasound (shockingly there was no problem) and i was diagnosed with a very severe case of pcos and finally got treatment for it. also apparently not having your period frequently increases your odds of cancer by a significant margin so this guy was literally willing to let me get cancer because i’m a lesbian. 

cis men should not be ob/gyns. 

I’m a trans guy who had menorrhagia for most of my life before my hysterectomy and TWICE among all my transitional health needs (before and during) I was sent to the same male ob/gyn. He was cold and rude and to me seemed pretty angry that a “woman” like me would dare to transition and bother HIM with it.

Eventually I ended up getting a doctor (woman) that would actually listen to me saying I wanted a hysterectomy. She and her team did all the same testing and then the surgery and it turned out I had ovarian cysts all over the place. Male doctor never caught that despite me having these problems my ENTIRE life.

Holy shit

We all know what erectile dysfunction is but literally no one is ever taught what vaginismus is and it can cause people to feel extremely lost, broken, and cause people to take their own lives. Raise. Awareness.

For the uninformed, vaginismus is when the vagina painfully tightens and spasms when faced with pressure, usually from anything trying to insert into the vagina. It’s the reason I can’t wear tampons, and why many people can’t have vaginal sex without severe pain.

There’s not a lot of treatments, and there isn’t a single one that is for vaginismus exclusively - they’re all medications or treatments to treat symptoms, but not the causes. In fact, for a long time doctors waved off vaginismus as a purely psychological disorder in cis women.

Seriously, this is so unaddressed and uncared for in medical circles. Please spread awareness, even if all it’s for is to let those who have it but don’t have a name for it finally be able to understand what’s happening to their bodies.

I’ve never even heard of this??

Me neither. :(

Thank you for sharing bc I think I might actually have this but I thought it was just me. I can barely handle so much as a tampon. Will have to bring this up at my next doctor’s appointment.

So, there is a website dedicated to vaginismus which I suffered from for years and had no idea how to talk about it. I found this website ten or twelve years ago and bought some of their products which helped immensely. I know nothing about the medications, but the dilator set is probably the best you can do because it is a way to help widen the vagina on your own terms. I still have mine even though I haven’t needed it for years because it could come back later. 

One thing I appreciated about this website is that it emphasized that this is not your fault. Another thing I learned was that one cause could just be, you know, being part of a culture that gives women extreme anxiety about sex. This resource helped me when I was a lot younger and terrified that I was broken. 

Anyways, here’s the website. Please share it with everyone you know: x

I HAVE THIS AND IT FUCKING SUCKS SO PLEASE SHARE

Signal boost!

Growing up my parents taught me that if you’re too sick to [insert responsibility here] then you’re too sick to [insert something that makes you happy here].

It took me a really long time to unlearn this. When I would get sick or have a “bad day” I would deprive myself of anything that made me happy. Watching movies, eating something I enjoyed, going for a walk, playing video games or just browsing online looking at funny cat videos. I wouldn’t let myself do these things because I was always told that if I’m too sick to go to work, or do homework, or go to school then I must be too sick to play Mortal Kombat or watch Unsolved Mysteries lol.

Whenever I wouldn’t feel good, which I later learned as an adult was due to sleep deprivation caused by my ADHD and depression (and of course the depression itself would cause me to feel like shit), my parents would tell me “if you’re not throwing up, then you’re not sick.” And when I would stay home from school (or even work in my later teen years) my parents would make sure that I didn’t have any “fun.” No TV, no movies, no games, no going outside, no arts and crafts, no books, no nothing. Just lay in bed and feel miserable.

I’m happy to say that I no longer do this to myself. Now when I’m having a bad day or I’m sick (cold, flu or whatever) I allow myself to do the things (within reason lol) that I actually love doing. If I’m not too sick to step outside for a few minutes then I’ll go for a walk. I’ll watch my favorite movies and if it’s a bad day or a cold (something that doesn’t hinder my appetite too much) I’ll eat my favorite foods. I don’t guilt trip myself anymore for having a “sick day.”

Just because you’re sick (whether physically, emotionally or mentally) doesn’t mean that you can’t do things you enjoy. You’re not any less sick because you watch TV. You’re not any less sick because you’re playing video games. 

Actually you SHOULD be doing these things when you’re not feeling good because they make you feel better. The better you feel, the faster your heal. 

Thank you! I needed to read this.

This!!! Thank you!!!

I was talking to my mom the other day, and she said she was going to start going to the gym, because its important care for your body. I’m disabled w/ multiple chronic illnesses, so going to the gym is impossible for me. She seemed to realize this, and started to backtrack, saying like - its part of taking care of herself, and I interrupted and said, “Its okay mom. You and I taking care of ourselves look very different”. And thats what I would like you to know.

Taking care of yourself looks different. 

For some people, taking care of themselves looks like fruit smoothies and gym visits, cutting out sugar and weight training.

For some people, taking care of themselves looks like hospital visits, feeding tubes and ports. Needles and tests.

For some people, taking care of themselves looks like taking medication and lying down in a cool dark room.

For some people, taking care of themselves looks like getting any calories in their body that they can.

For some people, taking care of themselves looks like adding in more vegetables and trying to go outside to get sun more often.

For some people, taking care of themselves looks like seeing a therapist, keeping symptom journals, and practicing mindfulness, meds, or grounding techniques. 

We all have different needs. Please don’t feel bad about how you care for yourself just because someone else is able to do “more”, or their care is more performative or obvious. Please don’t look down on someone for caring for themselves in a way that you do not. Medication and rest are just as important as exercise and vegetables.

Keep doing your best to care for yourself, the best way you know how. Your self care and health is important, no matter what it looks like. 

Thank you for saying this!!!

THIS ARTICLE. Somebody finally said it, in lengthy, heartbreaking detail. I can’t cry at work, guys.

https://highline.huffingtonpost.com/articles/en/everything-you-know-about-obesity-is-wrong/

This is so compelling and so needed.

This is so important.

Apparently not many know this and it’s pretty important information

Hey! Did you know that teenagers rib cages aren’t fully formed! Which means sometimes you get a stabbing pain in your lower side, that’s because the unformed cartilage moved and hit a nerve. If you ever get that, try not to breathe to heavily as it irritates it more

you lifesaver

if this is true thank you

OH MY GOD THATS WHAT THAT IS

YO

oH SO I’M NOT DYING

At 22 I learned that my horrible stabby chest pains were also my ribs! It turns out that sometimes they just kinda… detach and float around. So if you hold your arms above your head and breathe deeply you can pop them back into place.

But if that doesn’t work for you definitely see a doctor about your stabby chest pains. You know. In case it’s your heart

OH

S H I T I KNEW THAT WEIRD POPPING HAD TO BE MY RIBS

Age 15, health class: “your bodies are about to go through some weird changes. You’re going to grow body hair and get boners. Some of you will bleed out your hooha”

Actually though: “Your ribs aren’t done forming so sometimes they’re gonna move around in there and it’ll hurt out ofnowhere. Also your brains are undeveloped but you’re allowed to sign contracts and drive cars soon so keep an eye on that. Also there’s teeth you don’t need anymore that might pop in, don’t freak out we have surgery for that”

THIS ☝️☝️☝️

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

snopes.com says this one’s true.

Save a life–Reblog.

Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!

IMPORTANT!!!

WARNING: THE INCREDIBLES 2  IS NOT EPILEPSY SAFE.

This is not a joke. I was at a first-night showing tonight, and my immediate thought was how disasterously unsafe this movie is for my photosensitive epilepic friends. @markingatlightspeed I’m tagging you with this specifically because I feel that this would be extremely dangerous for you to watch. There are multiple scenes in this movie with full-screen, black-and-white flashing strobe effects. They all happen without warning, and last anywhere between a few seconds to more than two minutes. In a darkened movie theater, this means the likelihood of a seizure could be VERY HIGH if you are sensitive to these effects. If you have photosensitive epilepsy or another disorder that is triggered by strobe lights, I would highly recommend you DO NOT SEE THE INCREDIBLES 2 IN THEATERS. Wait until the movie’s released on digital/Bluray, and you can watch it in a fully-lit room, with someone with you who will be able to help if the strobe effects do trigger a seizure. Please stay safe. UPDATE: After talking to some people who have loved ones with severe epilepsy, I would sadly have to recommend that you DO NOT SEE THIS MOVIE - PERIOD - IF YOU HAVE SEVERE SEIZURES WHEN EXPOSED TO STROBE EFFECTS. DO NOT PUT YOUR HEALTH AT RISK FOR A MOVIE. NO KIND OF MEDIA IS WORTH GAMBLING WITH YOUR LIFE. The scenes in which the flashing happens are MAJOR plot points and CANNOT be skipped. The one workaround I can suggest would be to find a version of the movie (when it’s released) with Audio Descriptions for the visually impaired. Watch it on your PC - turn the monitor OFF, but keep the audio going. If you have been disappointed by the creative decisions made by Disney-Pixar, please sign the petition created by @moviehealthcommunity for Disney to include a seizure warning for moviegoers and people who buy/rent the movie. It is unlikely they would edit these things out of the movie entirely - but there are nearly 20,000 notes on this post, and if 20,000 people asked them to consider people with epilepsy, it could mean they consider these things more carefully in the future. Thank you.

IMPORTANT!!!