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The migraine, one of my co-morbids and how it affects me.

I didn't know that the vile migraine had an awareness ribbon and month (June). They are not simply headaches. They alter mood, create nausea and vomiting, make darkness and silence a must, cancel plans and are chronic. 
My migraines were few and further between as a child (I got about 2-3 a year and had to go to bed, vomiting periodically), but increased in my teens along with autistic regression.
I inherited mine from my mother. It is always the same eye. I don't get the the visual aura but I do have the olfactory (smell) phantosmia. Mine are blessedly fewer than 14 per month. My heart goes out to those of you who experience more than 14 a month.
Love and support are so very important. My parents were very understanding. My mom had to hold me while I cried sitting on the bathroom floor, head pounding and vomiting into the toilet to the point it had to be flushed at least twice.
I can expect them during right before and during my menstrual cycle. Sensory overload and beginning anything new also triggers them, so it is imperative that I have a quiet place to get away and rest. Having my own room is a medical necessity-I thank God that I do. 
My jaw, teeth and ear on my right side can also throb. Dizziness and disorientation are also common symptoms for me. 
I take RX grade Ibuprofen (Naprocin). Along with having autism, my health is unpredictable. Supporting myself  financially is not an option. With some ingenuity, people who are affected by their unstable health as much as me really could benefit from working from home and a flexible work schedule.

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