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Apparently even crossing my legs is too much for my pain. This is awful.

Half-baked hypothesis: the reason I started Sitting Funny as a kid was because my pain tolerance was high and my nerve function was bad and so I needed to low-key hurt myself with weird twisty positions to get the appropriate amount of tactile sensory input.

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There's a bitter stubborn part of me that's like "if I do exercise and it makes me feel better, then my oldest sibling who forced me to exercise WINS!"

But then I remember... I haven't talked to them in years. They wanted me around as a punching bag and dress-up doll, and they have nothing.

They can't win because there's nothing for them to win. But if I don't do my stretches, *I* lose because I'm in more pain.