If I’m back in here it means that I’m giving up.
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If I’m back in here it means that I’m giving up.
Not sure what to put here for my first time, but there's just times where I need to get my thoughts out, and screaming into the void seems like a good idea. I know I'm not alone. I feel like I'm broken and being my unmasked self around others feels like they will pull the plug on wanting to be around me.
Getting diagnosed feels scary, but I can just feel there's something's wrong with me. Or maybe this is some self wish fulfillment, I don't know. But, I've been dealing with my mind all my life and part of me doesn't want another person telling me what I suspect, and the other part says I need to do it. Trying to keep a hold of my racing mind is like trying to herd a clowder of cats and all I have is a broken leash of half formed methods that make me some-what functional.
Hi, I'm autistic, I still have to work, and my life...is kinda crazy.
Alright wish me luck 😭😭😭😭 (autistic and high as fuck and about to have a group meeting)
There is a strange assumption buried inside almost every conversation about death:
That we all understand what “gone” means in roughly the same way.
But permanence is a concept.
So is time.
So is absence.
So is continuing connection.
And if different brains construct those concepts differently, then perhaps death itself is not psychologically identical from one mind to another.
“” is published by J.K. Hamilton in Unheard Voices.
“It was only a small change.”
That sentence sounds reasonable if you’re measuring what changed outside the person.
But what if the important part happened inside?
What if one tiny disruption forced the brain to recalculate far more than anyone watching could see?
Then “small” starts becoming a very misleading word.
What neuroscience and predictive processing reveal about why a minor disruption can require a major internal recalibration
There is a particular kind of frustration that comes from watching people repeatedly repair the same problem.
Because after a while, the obvious question isn’t:
How do we fix it again?
It’s:
Why does the system keep producing it?
Some minds seem drawn toward that question almost automatically.
And that may tell us something important about how they perceive the world.
What neuroscience, complexity science, and predictive processing reveal about why some autistic minds naturally see relationships instead…