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@scienceofdirt
sometimes even i can't believe that i'm on tumblr.
Not all construction work is equally enjoyable. For example, enlarging a drilled hole is boring, but fastening pieces of metal together is riveting.
this joke would get the exact same reaction in 1870 that it gets in 2021 and I love that about it
I hate job interviewing "why are you interested in this job" I'm literally not? I do not want to do any of this.
"what can you bring to the company?" apprx. 40 hours a week of vague attempts at labor. maybe less if you guys suck.
Source ~ Neurodivergent_Lou
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Note: these are different ways these can show up. They can also show up in a stereotypical way. If you've met one autistic, you've met one autistic.
REALLY
FUCKING ALL OF THEM??!?!?!!
my dad is currently building a shelf for his power tools in the shed. beautifully poetic - without the tools, he would have no means to build the shelf; but without them, there would also be no need to build it in the first place. the snake bites its own tail. if the tail was makita compact circular saw
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.
uhh did i forget how time works or was the first post in december 2018 and the second in august 2018
Reblog for time travelling $$$ dropping into your Bank account.
complicated by avril lavigne as if jesus was singing it
and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024
no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended
Yeah okay, I'll rebark that!
you have to put in the work to get a hypervigilant parentified former child to relax around you and become just some goofy little guy: you can’t fake it, they pick up on it instantly, you have to actually be a consistent and trustworthy human being who takes care of their shit. then it’s like the years of parentification and exploitation and objectification fall away from them on the spot: they get softer, they show their emotions more, you can see the kid they used to be before they weren’t allowed to anymore, and you get to drop your own parentification and history of exploitation and abuse and be a kid with them like equals.
One thing I really like about Beverly Engel's book It Wasn't Your Fault, which is about PTSD-induced toxic shame, is that quite a bit of it deals with people who haven't broken The Cycle of Abuse (TM) and have gone on to hurt others. That's a really underserved and vulnerable patient population, and statistically, it's also MASSIVE. I don't think I've read a single other self-help type book on PTSD and self-loathing that confronts the possibility that you're exactly as bad as you think you are.
I felt better that it so much as mentioned that children can react to abuse with ungovernable rage. Everybody likes the image of PTSD patients as internalizing everything and becoming doormats, which does happen, and often, but it's not the only narrative. Personally I've always hated my abusers and have always wanted everyone who so much as breathed wrong in my direction from ages 0 to 18 to burn eternally in hell. I *never* thought any of it was my fault and ever since I was a toddler I was willing to make it everybody else's problem, and it's really relieving to read a clinical perspective that acknowledges that abuse victims can act that way too.
It's wild to me that its such a neglected subset of abuse victims. Its really common. When I still lived with my parents and was still subjected to my father every fucking day I would lash out terribly at my mother, to the point when i went to visit them for years afterwards she was afraid I would lash out again. We've worked it out, I'm a much better person when I'm not regularly subjected to mental and emotional abuse, but like, its just so common.
I think it must be, at least partially, because, people hate the imperfect victim. Its easy for so many people to sympathize with someone who never lashed out. Less so for people to sympathize with people who are angry and lash out. Even though its a perfectly sensible reaction to being hurt over and over. I'm sure most people would like to think they would simply never.
I don't think this is the whole reason, but, I think it plays into it.
Similarly, there’s a narrative of, you cannot experience grief over having fucked up. That if you are hurting because you caused harm, because you were the cause of harm, that you’re not allowed to grieve, because you “earned your sorrow. You deserve to bottle it up and to hurt for the bad things you have done,”
Which is punitive logic. It’s copthink. Which is bad.
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In fact, you can actually give yourself trauma over fucking up too badly and doing, witnessing, or failing to prevent something evil that goes against your morals; for instance, if you steal your mother's life savings due to drug addiction, kill a civilian during a military operation (please do not join the military), or became abusive because you didn't have the tools and skills yet to handle BPD. In the field of psychology this is called "moral injury" or "perpetrator trauma."
idk if i told the full story on here but i signed up for a research study where they were testing a new opioid, and it was supposed to be up to 5 injections increasing the dose to see what people could tolerate
i got the first dose and almost immediately fainted. they had to call in a whole medical team and it was a huge fucking deal
i was kicked out of the study and got a phone call later where they were supposed to tell me what the drug was, so i could avoid it in the future. they told me it was saline water. a placebo. i fainted from the placebo effect.
anyway, it's been a few months and i just got an email from the same department asking me to be a research participant in a new study: testing the effects of open-label placebo.
open label placebo is when the subjects and the researchers all know it's a placebo. they're testing the power of my mind. my power to imagine anything.
i like to think that they chose me for this specifically based on their past experience with me. "get the guy who fainted like a little bitch boy from saline water." anyway i just submitted all my info and i'm looking forward to getting started.
placebos georg is fucking with the control group again
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#tapping the reblog button with utmost care because i’m handling a historical artifact (via @malarkiness)
holy shit OP is not only still active but is still making absolutely banger posts in this exact style 11 years later
A 2025 update
Why can't we ever use bullshit bioessentialism for fun things
I'll start
When someone starts transfemme transfeminine HRT, they're warned that the breast growth is one of the few irreversible steps, and that it would need surgery to undo.
When someone starts transmasculine HRT, they're told that it won't get rid of their breasts, and that they need surgery to remove.
The standard societal conception of "androgynous" is a waifish, thin, flat chested individual
However, the inability of core gene regulation to reduce boobs, as demonstrated by HRT of many forms, shows that boobs are the natural inclination of the human body
Therefore, I motion that "androgynous" should mean someone with some real honkers. I'm talking some massive badonkers. Some enormous honkalagoogas. Some incredible and vast hadookalabohkadookies
(please don't take this seriously I'm actually studying bio and anyone trying to say something about the "natural" state of things is full of shit okay bye)
I'm a published research scientist you have to believe me
I'm in favour of this. We are mammals. What's a mammal without mammaries?
By the same token, beards require lasers to remove (and are mighty stubborn about it too), but male pattern baldness tends to get at least somewhat reversed by estrogen treatment. So our natural androgynous state is a full head of hair, beard, and breasts.
Other things of note are voice and hips.
So peak androgyny, by this same logic, is massive tits, a packin' ass, luscious hair all over the head, and a deep voice.