Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I’m really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I’ll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I’ll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I’m offering.
Please, I can only get so turned on…
Do you… Do you not, already? Does not everyone?
…oh, no. ʕʘᴥʘʔ
That sounds awful, but also that’s kind of fascinating? I’ve never heard an explanation of what it feels like. And what kid entirely listens to their parents when it comes to being outside? That’s where we learn our best, painful lessons, yeah?
I lived in the mountains in Colorado for a most of my childhood into mid-teens, and had some absolutely insane snow goggles for the few times I was allowed to go skiing (my mother was terrified I was going to injury myself, and couldn’t compete in screw-up-your-child athletics), and I definitely remember that if you went out without your goggles, your eyes would hurt so quickly, you’d sure as heck remember to put them on. I guess that makes sense for Colorado, since it’s in a weird position for, uh, extreme sun.
If the passion for his photography wasn’t hot enough, already, the wingtips make it a thousand times better…
Hah! Billy Eichner’esque Craig outbursts about nonsense are definitely more my thing, when I’m not quietly nonstop mumbling about something, but we both definitely have “I don’t understand my sound volume” energy. Periodically, “I don’t care about about how loud I am, the world is on fire” energy.
Is this my husband’s speaking voice? 🫴🦋
Lol, I’ve been checked out many times. I have Celiac and IBD, plus bouts of pancreatitis (which especially makes fried foods icky to digest) - minus the teeny amount of protein, it’s pretty much all ingredients that upset my insides and beyond. Had two abdominal surgeries, which have improved the hell out of the above, but a stupid rare genetic disorder makes all the above chronic, regardless. Plus, I’m an idiot! :D And already befevered and sick with who knows what, so delicious mild self-torture doesn’t really add much, right now.
Lordy, I finally gotta say it lol, @ ickplant, sometimes by proxy of your posts, I think you might be related to my soul. <3
I literally told my spouse yesterday that all the creatures on my shoulders must be devils, when I said to order like, 6 things of takoyaki, even though I can’t really properly digest a single one of their ingredients, but they’re so good, I don’t care about the pain oh gods yes I do today
I recommend pairing 30 to 40 olives with a glass of whiskey type alcohol. A common dinner of my late 20s, and now the snack/dinner of my aging 30s… You surely won’t regret it. …won’t regret it… …regret it… ◕_◕
I wonder how many of us instantly wrote bee-versions of the lyrics?
The saxophone solo is definitely now done by bees.
My brain originally interpreted this as .palace, not .place, and I think I discovered our house’s true name. C’mon, honey, to the Autism Palace! 🏰
(Also, this is awesome!)
My new therapist’s office sets a recurring bi-weekly appointment for their patients, which I find fantastic, and it’s been a great start, but it’s still relatively new and we’re getting familiarized enough to work out a specific treatment plan, so every two weeks, she’ll open with a genuine: “How are you?” and it’s a toss-up in my head between: “Are you sure you wanna know? Or should we get shit done…”
I just keep it to my phone, and have an app timer set for 1 hour +5 minutes. It’s nice if I’m at home, I know it’ll cover my daily walking steps, as I pace donuts around the house, which also gets me off my ass and moving, so when I want to browse Lemmy, I try to do so whilst pacing. Regardless, when I get the notification saying the app will shut down in 5 minutes, I know how long I’ve been on, and kinda do a self-reflective check on how well the time was spent.
If I’m writing a comment that will take time and attention, though, I often just switch to a note, and copy/paste, cause I’ll work on something like that for much longer, before often deciding not to post anything, at all. (งツ)ว
Also anxiety/guilt paralysis mellow…
I have a lot of weird food habits thanks to years of eating disorders and just generally being a fucking weirdo, but lately I enjoy mixing a couple tablespoons of raw coconut flour with just enough sugar-free Torani s’mores flavored syrup to give it a cookie dough texture, and a bit of salt. It’s like a bowl of sugar cookie dough my delusional need to stay too-thin doesn’t feel terrible about, and since the artificial sugar and citric acid isn’t a great reaction with my meds, I only have it from time to time. 100% do(n’t) recommend!
Nice! I was in a similar place with having to juggle other conditions and medication changes to be able to take stimulants, which exacerbated the hell out of everything, but damned if it didn’t need to be done for my health, anyway, haha. I hope the beta blockers help!
If you need ask that question, I’m not sure I could offer an answer that may be satisfactory, or relatable to your own experiences (because it most definitely differs)! Though, I know it can come with its own cons for some, it’s fantastic that were able to receive a childhood diagnosis, and don’t feel similarly to adults who grew up with their ADHD symptoms being dismissed to the point that we regularly question our own validity. I have my own [insert sob story here] reasons for why I doubt myself, but no, I don’t doubt my diagnosis.
Whatever hurdles you still have, dear Stamets, I hope you’re able to keep working towards getting meds. Some fiction-worthy circumstances made my own undertaking SUCK, and it took other extreme health trials for me to even tackle the whole process properly in the first place, cause all that stuff made me a pro with “just one more day of this shit, and I can die tomorrow, right?”, but so far it’s been utterly worthwhile. We can all cry, together!
Shit. Does that goes for ladies, too? Cause I might need to have a long talk with myself. Can it work that way? Can I instantly give myself another level of beautiful existential pain, like my bi friends?