Tiny little minds, and small smooth brains, it’s up to us! We must save humanity!
(Please, we must, why aren’t we revolting? Why aren’t we building guillotines, guys??)
Tiny little minds, and small smooth brains, it’s up to us! We must save humanity!
(Please, we must, why aren’t we revolting? Why aren’t we building guillotines, guys??)
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…
That whole “windshield” is a Cylon eye, photographed between red light swoops…
I’m always a little ashamed that my brain blorps internally black with anything higher than basic division, but it is visually quite pleasing!
Though, when I look at it for more than a few seconds, am I supposed to see the 3D Klingon Bird of Prey?
Self-medicating ADHD sufferers recommend consuming 3-5 entire pots of coffee a day, and a treat of another 150-300mg before bed
-JoJo intensifies-
This is quality dad. It was made even better, because I didn’t notice the community name at first, and was mildly disappointed that it wasn’t a thoughtful post on orthopedic shoes. Well done, goddammit.
Oh, heck yeah, glad for more! - I’ve enjoyed this one, so far. The first episode of good ol’ weird spooky and gore hooked us. It’ll be interesting to see where they go with all the ridiculous nonsense laid out. Enjoying the casting, too, and a neat setting. Maybe a little derivative, but not to its detriment, yet - nice to watch, and not take too seriously.
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!
Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like “But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?”
Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.
Think I’ll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).
“I’m sorry, Monsieur Toast, the job posting was for an experienced host.”
Of which the response is: “okay,” or worse: “👍”
I wonder how many of us instantly wrote bee-versions of the lyrics?
The saxophone solo is definitely now done by bees.