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I didn't know bucket toothpaste was only a thing here!
WAIT! How do people in other countries put toothpaste on their toothbrushes??? You d-don't use your toothpaste spoon????
You keep your toothpaste in condiment tubes???
You keep your condiments in toothpaste tubes???
Whoever wrote this ad needs to be punched in the genitals really hard. Why am I seeing this shit.
ISO : Adult (18+) support group of people who got "diagnosed" autism but their doctors never actually pursued or diagnosed anything because the actual diagnosis could "do more harm than good" in the long run cause we live in a shitty anti-neurodivergant community and it was explained to me that all it would take is one bitter person claiming I'm "unfit" for something for it to be brought up and used against me (i.e. parenting) but now you are struggling to adult because you lack the resources and skills to manage yourself. And your local mental health services is KNOWN for dismissing patient concerns and downplaying issues.
I just wanna vent about my experience with people that might have advice or at least would be like "yeah I go through that as well. *internet support and love*" cause I wanna give it and so badly crave it. All my friends are neurotypical and my family doesn't fucking understand shit. Just because I can map out WHY my brain reacts the way it does doesn't mean I immediately gained the knowledge of dealing with it. Sorry I'm not "high functioning" enough to be respected 🙄
I need friends like me :(
We could start a grouuuuup
I'm gonna keep reblogging this until it happens
There’s a reason lots of good parents say to babies stuff like
“You’re excited to go to the park!”
“Oh, it makes you mad that we can’t go outside.”
And then when the babies get a little bit older the parents can say
“You seem upset. Are you sad?”
“Are you excited that gramma is coming over today?”
Which lets the kid (who is learning to utilize speech) respond with yes or no, which may prompt more questions, like
“So you aren’t sad, are you angry?”
“Yes, does it make you happy when gramma is here?”
And then, finally, when the child is learning to use language in a more complex way, the parents can say,
“How does it make you feel?”
“Why are you feeling like that?”
And it’s all about teaching emotional awareness. I really reccomend using the process on yourself. Learn to ask, “am I happy?” “Am I sad?” “Am I anxious?”
Then practice identifying, out loud or on paper if you can, “I’m happy.” “I’m upset.” “I’m sad.” “I’m anxious.”
Final step: “Why am I feeling anxious? I’m still thinking about that awkward conversation earlier.” “Why am I happy? It’s such a beautiful day outside.” “Why am I sad? None of my friends are responding to my messages.”
It really helps you notice patterns (“I’m more likely to be happy when I’m around this person.” “When I haven’t eaten, I often feel angry.” “If I don’t plan ahead, I get anxious.”) which is the first step in avoiding things and people that are bad for you and encouraging things and people that are good.
Basically don’t forget that you’re just a baby who got more complicated.
Not sure how to articulate what you are feeling? Try starting at the middle and working your way out to the more specific feelings!
A lot of therapy I’ve been to has just been teaching me how to do exactly this
im loving this article written by som mycologists who accidentally got high as fuck on fly agaric
here’s the article
this is absolute gold please click that link
i love scientists
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Oh this is TAME compared to the usual relentless Unhinged Hoopla the mycologists usually get up to.
I have had the tremendous good fortune to know several mycologists, all of whom I would trust with my life and to help me hide a body should the occasion arise but not with a Ham Sandwich. A Short List of the bullshit I’ve seen the Mycologists do:
Went out on a late-summer mushrooming expidition with some as part of a class in scientific illustration to collect samples. The scandanavians are notorious about keeping thier family mushrooming grounds a secret but in order to go up with the mycologists, we all had to be blindflded for the better part of an hour in the car as we got close, and put our hands on a copy of All The Rain Promises And More because they didn’t think the Bible was “Serious Enough” and swear to keep any educated guesses we had about where we were a secret.
I thought this was perhaps over-doing it a little, until Valerie (not her real name) waved me over to a patch of rather boring looking white mushrooms and told me, Quote: “Now, when I was a young woman*, this was a more serious issue but should you ever find someone worthy of a slow, painful death, all you need is a sliver of these. The first symptom is stomach cramps and by then it’s too late. The toxin interferes with the body’s ability to translate DNA into protiens, and once it sets in, it’s irreversible. He’ll be dead no more than five days later of liver failure.” “That’s fascinating Valerie. I will keep it in mind.” “You’re a smart G- No. What’s the word. Thing that comes out at night**. Anyway, I’m sure you can find your way back here.”
*for context, Valerie is old enough that when she was born, women couldn’t vote. Sometimes, fools have the hubris to ask her what she thinks of the Good Old Days and she tells them that it’s so good that divorce and women’s rights has become a thing, instead of ‘having to beat a man to death and blame it on the poor mule” to get out of a bad marriage.
**Valerie also seems to have confused Nonbinary People with Nocturnal Animals, but she’s not wrong.
She was also entirely correct that I figured out where the mushrooming grounds are despite the blindfold but the book oath still holds.
Anyway, back to the Bullshit .
Valerie was 97 at the time of this expidition and still hoofing it p and down the side of a mountain to identify specimens.
The trouble with being out in the CO Mountains in late summer, and ESPECIALLY in a part of the mountains that has an awful lot of high-calorie tasty things like Chanterelles and Boltetes and Morels and Puffballs is that there are other things that enjoy all these lovely fungi as well
like Black Bears.
Hyperphagic and hyper-territorial Black Bears because it’s fucking october and they are trying to get fat AND laid.
Sure enough, we’d been up there a few hours when I hear a sort of shuffling from uphill and see a rather large bear ambling purposefully in our direction.
He can undoubtedly smell us.
He does not care.
There are Boletes to be had
“Uh. Valerie.” I Interrupt her lecture on how to determine the likely age and spread of the underground fungal body of Boletes so you can tell if a patch will be there next year or not. “There’s a Bear.” She looks up to where I am pointing less than 100 feet away and shugs. “Well it’s his house first. So long as he stays over there it’s fine.” “Valerie I don’t think he’s staying there.” I say, considering if I can sprint back to the van while carrying her or if I’m going to have to file a death report with the police.
“What are you pointing at?” asks the Department Head. She is not only Finnish, but has an actual doctorate in Mycology, and much, much more unhinged than Valerie is.
“B e A R !” I say, trying to keep my voice down while conveying the appropriate sense of urgency about the fact that a 300lb and likely half-mad with hunger carnivore is headed towards his favorite mushroom patch and we are in the way.
My Department Head striaghtens up to her full 6′4″ and I swear, bristles her hair like a fucking Myazaki cartoon.
She makes a loud, harsh barking noise at it that I now recognize as the Finnish Profanity “PERKELE!” and slaps a ponderosa to show she means business.
The Bear
Stands
Up.
This is very definitely a Boar Black Bear and I’m doing a quick headcount so emergency services can bring up an appropriate number of body bags.
“Oh.” Says my Department Head.
“It’s only a little one.”
It is at this point that I remember that she is from the North parts of Finland and she has a Polar Bear Skull in her office.
As I am realizing this, she storms directly towards the bear, continuing to curse it in Finnish, picks up a stick in one hand and a rock in the other and throws the latter in a rather elegant curveball that only misses the bear as he realizes the Mycologists are back and ducks, before hightailing it up the mountain.
“He’s only a little love, there was no need for that.” Pouts Valerie.
“He would have made a good rug.” Says my Department Head.
the debate on the ethics of hunting bears on foot with rocks continues until a third Mycologist, Ralph, Discovers an Elk Skull with Mushrooms blooming out of the bone.
“Ooooh! Ossiphages! This is a lovely find!” Says Valerie, and we gather around to coo over the delicate gray caps growing along the elk’s rotted browridge.
the madness is contagious, apparently.
“Do you think your conciousness is transferred to that which consumes you after death?” Ralph asks.
“I hope so.” he continues like he has not just said something absurd and nightmarish. “Its so horribly noisy being an animal. I’d live to be an ossiphage fungus.”
We all nod in agreement. Something moves in a bush and several of us pick up rocks in case the bear has decided to make a career change into carpeting.
At one point Valerie takes a bite out of Boletus.
“Hm. Good Specimen. Needs some salt and butter.” She nodded aprovingly. “Weren’t you just telling me we have to do a cut test to see if they’re poisonous or not?” I ask, as she had in fact, juct finished telling me that.
Valerie swallows, THEN looks down at the bite she’s taken out of it.
“Well it didn’t turn purple so I guess i get to live today.” She smiles, serenely.
Anyway, Mycologists are absolutely bonkers and you should definitely go make friends with them.
ISO : Adult (18+) support group of people who got "diagnosed" autism but their doctors never actually pursued or diagnosed anything because the actual diagnosis could "do more harm than good" in the long run cause we live in a shitty anti-neurodivergant community and it was explained to me that all it would take is one bitter person claiming I'm "unfit" for something for it to be brought up and used against me (i.e. parenting) but now you are struggling to adult because you lack the resources and skills to manage yourself. And your local mental health services is KNOWN for dismissing patient concerns and downplaying issues.
I just wanna vent about my experience with people that might have advice or at least would be like "yeah I go through that as well. *internet support and love*" cause I wanna give it and so badly crave it. All my friends are neurotypical and my family doesn't fucking understand shit. Just because I can map out WHY my brain reacts the way it does doesn't mean I immediately gained the knowledge of dealing with it. Sorry I'm not "high functioning" enough to be respected 🙄
I need friends like me :(
We could start a grouuuuup
Her husband (husband? boytoy? Idk) is literally an environmental activist of course she would
excuse me, did you just call Kermit the frog an environmental activist and boy toy?
He's manifestly both
Stupid is timeless.
I’m that lady who’s just FEELING it
tbh cables were like that and safety precautions weren’t hard set in yet
Oh wow this is horrifying
Holy shit
Why don’t we see this kind of stuff more in history books?! I’d be way more interested in history if I understood that people were afraid of electricity because they were afraid of power lines slicing them to peices like cheese-wire! History books make it sound like “oh those silly people thought electricity carried demons or something!” Rather than “those poor people opposed electricity because they were terrified that eventually there would be so many power lines they wouldn’t be able to see the sun anymore.”
Rhymes like these offend my knees. What?
I cant believe asexuals officially own Halloween
Ace week 2020 is october 25-31st
I mean our flag matches the Halloween Aesthetic™ so it’s about time tbh.
Here y’all go, a Halloween themed ace flag I made for fun a couple days ago
This. This is beautiful.
oh yes PLEASE
I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school.
And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good.
And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways.
Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.
Something else to thank Pterry for. :->
ISO : Adult (18+) support group of people who got "diagnosed" autism but their doctors never actually pursued or diagnosed anything because the actual diagnosis could "do more harm than good" in the long run cause we live in a shitty anti-neurodivergant community and it was explained to me that all it would take is one bitter person claiming I'm "unfit" for something for it to be brought up and used against me (i.e. parenting) but now you are struggling to adult because you lack the resources and skills to manage yourself. And your local mental health services is KNOWN for dismissing patient concerns and downplaying issues.
I just wanna vent about my experience with people that might have advice or at least would be like "yeah I go through that as well. *internet support and love*" cause I wanna give it and so badly crave it. All my friends are neurotypical and my family doesn't fucking understand shit. Just because I can map out WHY my brain reacts the way it does doesn't mean I immediately gained the knowledge of dealing with it. Sorry I'm not "high functioning" enough to be respected 🙄
I need friends like me :(
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.
My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.
I live in Korea and have a lot of international friends, and the same is true with language barriers in adults.
*Looking at a bowl of pears* “Can you please pass me the… apple’s friend?”
OH SHIT SHE’S THREE
Apple’s friend!
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i watch this and think "oh how prett-OH WOW" every single time
i wanna adopt them as my grandmas
I've had one pap smear and it was ok but very painful and scary. any advice for the next/on finding a practitioner I can feel more comfortable with?
The Pap test is one of the most important parts of your gynecological exam because it is the best way to detect HPV and cervical cancer. While the Pap test shouldn’t be painful, it can be uncomfortable due to the pressure, size of the speculum, or even the anxiety you can feel before and during the exam. Anxiety, discomfort, or even pain can be especially present for survivors of sexual trauma, or people living with conditions like endometriosis, vaginismus, vulvodynia, and others.
Like any exam, you’ll want to be as relaxed and assured as possible going into your Pap test. Before your next Pap test, talk to your provider about any concerns you have and your options. Having a provider that you trust, and that trusts you to know your own body, is key. You can decide what would be best for you — some providers can offer options like switching to a smaller speculum, providing lubricant, or letting you insert it yourself, which can give you more control and help to ease some of the nervousness you have going in. Whether it's you or your provider that’s inserting the speculum, remember to relax: breathe slowly and deeply, relax your stomach muscles, shoulders, and legs, and ask questions throughout the process if that helps put you at ease.
The bible: terrifying. Angels are horrific. One look and you lose your mind. Possible inspiration for Lovcraftian horrors.
The renaissance: religious but horny
