I was digging through my reaction image folder and found this old one I feel we could use again
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I was digging through my reaction image folder and found this old one I feel we could use again
It used to bug me when things like fidget spinners, tangles, and other stim toys were sold at places like Target, Bed Bath & Beyond, because they’d become overly popular and the new craze. However, I’ve come to realize that stim toys and things like weighted blankets being sold at stores not only makes things more accessible to people who can’t order them online, but also it makes parents of autistic/disabled/neurodivegent kids more likely to accept and understand them.
While in a perfect world parents would understand the purpose of stim toys and other disability aids but for parents who don’t want their child “looking autistic” or having something that “draws attention to their child’s disability,” seeing these items in a big box store like target makes parents more willingly to purchase and give them to their kid. Yes, parents shouldn’t be ashamed of their child’s disability or what other people think but the sad truth is many parents suck.
For example, for years I’ve wanted a weighted blanket! I never purchased one myself because they’re pretty expensive and when I’ve asked for one as a gift my mom has crinkled her nose in disgust. However, 4 years later my mom bought me one from Bed Bath & Beyond out of the blue just because there was a display and some bullshit sign about how it helps anxiety. While it’s super annoying my mom only got me one because it was trendy and seemed “socially acceptable,” I now have a weighted blanket and I didn’t before. Parents seeing things at stores really can change things even if it’s for superficial reasons.
kids acting out isn't because they're bad. kids seeking attention isn't because they're bad. kids doing things wrong isn't because they're bad. kids who have unmet needs will act out and seek to fill those lapses in what they need regardless of whether they know why they're doing this or not
you weren't a bad kid. you had needs that you weren't getting met. we don't blame the starving poor for begging for or even stealing food.
We are reinventing capitalistic dystopias at this point
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we are NOT the same
“Did you know I’ve counted over 954 dead rats, 137 dead Grummites, and 12 dead men? I’m Jastira Nanus, by the way. I count corpses. I’m good at it.”
–Jastira Nanus (Dementia Version), greeting you. Sadly, because of an issue with her quest dialogue, this line will never be heard in-game under normal circumstances.
HEY WRITERS OF ALL KINDS AND AGES AND MAYBE EVEN DNDERS OR TABLETOP GAMERS ARE YOU READY FOR SOMETHING SUPER RAD? I HOPE SO ‘CAUSE
RANDOM
MAP
GENERATOR
WITH
EDITING FEATURES AVAILABLE
IT DOESN’T REALLY DO LAND MASSES OR ANYTHING BUT IT SURE AS HELL WILL MAP THAT CITY/VILLAGE/SHIP/DUNGEON/WHATEVER THAT YOU’VE BEEN MEANING TO MAP OUT FOR YOU
SO FUCKING GO WILD
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Being alone is just like: *makes a weird noise* *talks to myself* *makes a weird noise* *makes a weird noise* *talks to myself* *doesn’t talk to myself but does the hand gestures to what I’m saying in my head* *makes a weird noise* *makes a weir
Reading a fluffy fic by your favorite author:
Said author about to drop the angstiest fic you’ve ever read in your life:
good fucking morning *levitates towards you with ill intent*
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i have never felt as mature as when i finally understood (through therapy) and internalized (through emotional work) that you cannot connect and communicate with some people no matter how kind, compassionate, understanding, articulate, eloquent, or smart you are, and that sometimes a person not listening to you does not reflect on your communication skills or ability to connect or straight up intelligence. in a way, it’s letting go of the belief that you have the power to make people understand you. communication is a two-way street, and needs two willing participants. some people are just walls, and it has been unbelievably helpful for my mental and emotional health to let it slide and know that it does not affect me or my self worth.
So my therapist has been helping me get to grips with my ADHD, and also the concept that I’m not shit at being an adult, I just can’t do things the way everyone has always told me to do them. Like every single “organize your life” books have always left me wanting to cry with frustration, and after I got hold of a copy of Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD by Susan Pinsky I realized that was because they primarily focus on “aesthetic” over “function”. And the function of most standard “organize your life books” is to “make things look Show Home Perfect”.
So the standard “hide all your unsightly things by doing xyz” may look nice for the first week or so, but by the end of the week it’ll look like a tornado made of pure inhuman frustration ripped through the house as I try to find the fucking advil.
To give you an example of the kind of hell I’ve been fumbling my way through the last 20 odd years: dishes will be washed and left in the drying wrack but never put away. Which means I can’t wash more dishes, which means dishes pile up, which means I can’t make food, which means I don’t eat, which means my CFS gets worse, which means I don’t have the energy to put the dishes away, and so on so forth until I have a meltdown, cry to ETD (who also likely has ADHD but has never had it confirmed) about how I can’t cope with life, and then we fix it for a while, but inevitably end up back at square one within about a week.
Pinsky’s solution to this was “remove an obstacle between you and your goal, if that means taking all the doors off your kitchen cabinets to make things easier, so be it.”
And lemme tell you, fucking revolutionary.
Laundry never ends up in the hamper??? why???? is it a closed hamper??? Remove the lid. Throw it out the window. Clothes are now miraculously finding their way into the hamper??? Rejoice????
Mail ends up spread out over every available flat surface? Put a sorting station right where your mail arrives. Put a shredder or “junk” basket under it. Shred or dump the junk immediately. Realize you only actually have two real letters that need attention, feel less overwhelmed, pay your bills on time.
Like I’m not saying this book is miraculous, but it did help me realize that I was effectively torturing myself by trying to conform to certain ideals of “perfect house keeping”, and presenting a certain image rather than just allowing myself to live in my space as effectively as possible. And why? Why was I doing that? Cause people with different lives and capabilities are perceived as the norm? Fuck that. If this was a physical problem I wouldn’t be forcing myself to conform to an ableist standard, so why am I doing it with this?
My lived space will never look a certain way, and that’s okay. It will never look show home perfect, and that’s okay. It will likely always be cluttered and eclectic where nothing matches, and that’s okay. Sometimes I will have odd socks on because sorting them out required too much mental energy, and that’s okay. Actually fuck sorting socks, just buy all your socks in the same color. Problem solved. Boring sure, but also one less thing to do, which means more time to hyper fixate on fun things. Which really, what else is my life for if not to write screeds and screeds of vampire shit posts, I ask you.
Additional rec: If y'all are having trouble w organization, you might find clutterbug on YouTube helpful. She’s one of those mom youtubers whose entire channel is dedicated to cleaning and organizing (one of my fave genres of YouTube videos) and she has a quiz on her website you can take that tells you the kind of “bug” you are and the organization styles associated with each one. P sure she has adhd herself and talks about it in some of her vids, but I think definitely anyone struggling with organization can learn something from her. She’s recommended the taking doors off of things and other helpful tips.
She talks a lot about systems that work for different people n how much visual clutter they prefer and whether they’re better suited to micro-organization or macro-organization and I think it’s been helpful for me to understand myself better (and sometimes you can have one style for certain parts of your life and another style for different parts which seems obvious but was helpful for me to understand). She talks a lot also about how everyone in her family has different styles and how she manages them and I think that could be beneficial too for people who don’t live alone and may get frustrated with one another in that department.
I don’t know who needs to hear this but just put your meds on whatever you use as a bedside table (windowsill? Headboard? Sideways milk crate? Whatever).
Sure “normal” grownup people keep their ugly prescription bottles hidden in a medicine cabinet or on the counter in the bathroom or whatever.
Fuck that. If i forget to take my meds before bed now I’ve got them there within arm’s reach, along with my bedtime cup of coffee that i no longer feel shame about because it’s a liquid i can use to take my pills and I’m more likely to get a fresh cup of coffee each night than i am to refill my water glass when it’s empty.
Prescription compliance is at an all time high and I don’t give a fuck if my bedside table looks messy.