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âThe trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates: considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artists; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.â
â Ursula K. Le Guin (via nervebynerve)
Cosign.
âi should take a walk for my mental healthâ boring, tired, i donât even really wanna do it tbh
âi need to check the perimeterâ i need to check the perimeter
Sick list of symptoms bro. Now try humanizing your behavior instead of pathologizing it.
Pathologizing: Hey sorry I yelled at you. I have this ADHD symptom called RSD that makes me really sensitive.
Humanizing: Hey, Iâm sorry that I blew up like that earlier. In the moment I felt really attacked and overwhelmed and I reacted badly, but I know you didnât mean to offend me with what you said, so that behavior is on me.
Because I just saw a post bitching about this one, I want to add: this post is saying that you need to take accountability for the way you hurt other people, even if it happens because of a symptom of your disability/illness. It's also saying that using terms (especially acronyms) that aren't common knowledge isn't a helpful way to explain yourself. It is NOT saying that you need to let people walk all over you because "your disability isn't an excuse."
If you're diabetic, you don't have to eat the honey glazed ham that will send you into a coma (their example). But you also can't yell at the person offering it and accuse them of trying to kill you. You can just say "thanks, but my body can't handle that kind of sugar intake, so I'll pass"
If you run over someone's foot with your wheelchair you still apologise
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asking thoughtful targeted questions is braver than a vague open ended one because it shows the quality and scope of your focus and allows the person you want an answer from to actually build a response based off of your desires instead of having to weave it whole cloth, itâs a form of respecting someone elseâs time and intelligence and perspective, which is a form of love.
when you ask a thoughtful brave respectful question to someone culturally expected to teach and demur and serve unreservedly with a smile on their face it reassures them that you see them as a human being and are therefore unlikely to lash out at them with indignant fury if they donât immediately spit out what you want to hear in the exact format you want to hear it
Finally finished this quilt for a friend, she won it in an auction and chose the theme. Deciding on how to do the sun took about 6 months đ my aunt whose quilting inspires me made the suggestion of spikes đ¤ I hope she enjoys it
Two seemingly contradictory beliefs that we actually must strive to hold simultaneously:
You don't owe anyone anything
Meaning: you do not have to make yourself suffer for the convenience of others
We owe each other everything
Meaning: we could not survive without each other and everything we do to help another is crucial to ensuring our own continued survival
You don't need to be a doormat, but also don't get comfortable slamming the door when you have the resources to extend a hand instead.
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ŕ° )
Made friends a quilt for their baby from animal patterned fabric my Mum got me. I was happy I added the sashing between the blocks, was a decision on the fly.
This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids Iâve nannied whose parentâs complain of âbad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behaviorâ are⌠Not like that? At all?
Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didnât like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.
So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didnât know me, I didnât know them, you know how it is. And for the first⌠Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.
I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.
Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldnât like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is theyâre doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, thatâs who.
Next time, I go, âhey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?â and check. âIâm gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?â âWanna find a spot to lay down?â âAlright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddyâ.
I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didnât mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didnât like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didnât look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.
Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically âââbecome normalâââ and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didnât magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)
I donât like eye contact. Itâs distracting and painful and stresses me out.
They didnât like eye contact either.
Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didnât do it.
Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.
âBut they never talked!â
No, they didnât. And they didnât know ASL, and they didnât like being touched.
So you know what happened?
My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. âHey monkey, whatâs up?â I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. âoh, cool. You hungry?â. They raised their hands in an âupâ gesture. âyou want up? Cool.â and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. âoh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.â I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.
âBut they didnât say please or thank you!â âBut you should be teaching them communication skills!â âBut!â Lalalalala.
1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.
2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.
Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.
Iâm willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kidâs.
To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job Iâve ever had.
And I know I donât speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single âproblem childâ Iâve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.
Again, not speaking universally, here. Iâm just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people
Have you ever read an article about the study that found that teaching the parents to cope with autistic kids yields better results than other therapies? Because this is exactly what they were talking about.
The strongest quote Iâve ever heard on parenting is âparent the child you have, not the child you wantedâ honour your children not the style of parenting or the relationship you wanted to have
Made a quilt for my Mum, arranging the colours and then squares to make a unified whole was a challenge, but the pattern itself was straight lines and repetition which made it a âjust right challengeâ
Thank you @bluebellsinwinter and everyone who got me to 25 reblogs!
We also figured outâthe hard wayâthat the ancients probably cut each layer of linen to the proper shape before gluing them together. For our first linothorax, we glued together 15 layers of linen to form a one centimeter-thick slab, and then tried to cut out the required shape. Large shears were defeated; bolt cutters failed. The only way we were ultimately able to cut the laminated linen slab was with an electric saw equipped with a blade for cutting metal. At least this confirmed our suspicion that linen armor would have been extremely tough. We also found out that linen stiffened with rabbit glue strikes dogs as in irresistibly tasty rabbit-flavored chew toy, and that our Labrador retriever should not be left alone with our research project.
I love this in every way possible. What is it from? Where can I read more?
The pitfalls of experimental archaeology and puppies.
link to source:
âUnraveling the Linothorax Mystery, or how Linen Armor Came to Dominate our Lives.â
https://jhupress.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/unraveling-the-linothorax-mystery-or-how-linen-armor-came-to-dominate-our-lives/
holy shit read the article. itâs short but wild
We found that even more of a threat than rain was oneâs own sweat on a hot day. So, yes, it does need waterproofing, both inside and out. We did a number of experiments along those lines, and found that rubbing a block of beeswax over all sides of the armor provided nice waterproofing. It also makes the armor smell nice! When you wear it for a couple hours, your own body heat softens the glue a bit and makes it conform to your body shape, so it is much more comfortable to wear than rigid types of armor. Our reconstructions weighed about 10 poundsâabout one third the weight of bronze armor that would provide the same degree of protection.
Honey i gotta go to war⌠not to smell my bee armor or hang with the boys or anything no.. uhh we need to uh do war things?
#i've definitely read this before and i've probably reblogged it before but like.#no one in this thread is mentioning that they actually shot someone with an actual arrow in this armor.#they were like 'we've got to test this in practice' and instead of getting a mannequin or something they had an actual person wear it.
They what?
from the article:
While all of this mayhem (both scientifically controlled and free-form) convinced us that our linothorax was ancient-battlefield-ready, we still felt compelled to try a real-life scenario, so Scott donned the armor and Greg shot him. And while we had confidence in our armor, our relief was still considerable when the arrowhead stuck and lodged in the armorâs outer layers, a safe distance away from flesh.
a good life-size mannequin is expensive but i guarantee it would've cost way less than they were spending on all that linen.
Academics are just like that.
Use all the colors of the rainbow to make vibrant, eye-popping quilts.
