So Utterson was dreaming all night about his very good friend Jekyll happily sleeping in bed and smiling at his dreams, thought about him in bed again later after reminiscing about how Jekyll was wild in his youth, and referred to him four times as Harry, a pet name based on his first name in an era where men of their social class typically addressed each other by surname even if they were close friends unless they were very very intimate friends who had grown up with each other as children or boys at an all-boys boarding school?
And all this in the possible context of worrying that Hyde might be Jekyll's secret lover?
The skin is very fatty and can lead to diarrhea, vomiting, and/or pancreatitis. Pancreatitis can lead to a very expensive hospital stay, and is quite painful. When in doubt, best not to feed human food.
Additionally, the skin of the turkey is where most of the seasoning goes. Salt is bad for your pet in those amounts, and any garlic powder or onion or similar is REALLY bad.
He fired the people responsible for censorship and banning of users
If you’ve spent even five minutes on Twatter you’ll know that they’re more than ready to ban anyone for any kind of criticism (fair or otherwise) levelled at any political figure in power
Frankly, booting out those workshy cunts is nothing but a good thing. Roll on Musk
If you had to consciously solve for whatever they are asking about, then yes. You struggle with The Thing, you've just also gotten good at winning that fight.
Neurotypical/abled people don't have a system because they don't have that struggle.
They don't "solve" socks by wearing stockings or sandals, the socks never took any effort or needed a solution.
This is also why a lot of them can't solve the problem themselves when they eg break a bone and can't bend over anymore. They've never had a problem before. But now they can no longer "win" at socks without trying, leading to a lot of additional stress on top of the injury.
Fair. Let me clarify further. Let's focus again on the socks, but narrow the scope specifically to autism.
Imagine an autism questionnaire asks 'do you struggle with socks?'
If you have ever spent enough time thinking about this to consciously form an opinion or habit about socks, you should assume the answer is yes.
It doesn't matter if you like socks, if you hate them, if you were confused about them but you 'get it' now. None of that matters. The time and thought are what matter.
Here's why.
Society is built around neurotypicality. So much so that their behaviour almost never conflicts with social norms. When it does conflict, when they have to actually ask themselves about why their behaviour isn't already considered and catered to, it stands out. It's noticeable. For a lot of them, their major conflicts are relatively few, and relatively worse because of their rarity.
To an allistic person, the every day act of putting on socks is not something they ever have to think about. It's not even that they guess right every time, it's that they don't even guess.
So, to an allistic person, whose every day life until now has been 'wake up already knowing if socks are expected, then putting them on without any conscious thought. The actual act of having to ask yourself about socks often enough to have an opinion at all suggests a struggle.
For an autistic person it is an unavoidable and relatively normal thing, even enjoyable if you like socks.
This tendency to center and even assign emotional or moral weight to the allistic perspective in this example can be generalized to almost EVERY TIME a medical, psychological, or disability test asks any questions about 'problems doing a thing' or 'difficulty with a task.'
Here are some common examples just off the top of my head.
Do you struggle with socks:
Yes, I struggle to resist wearing them. I need to have socks on as often as possible.
Yes, I hate wearing them, and it is difficult to focus when I have to.
Yes, putting them on is difficult
Yes, taking them off is painful
Yes, I get confused about when or where to wear them
No, I don't really think about socks unless I'm buying new ones.
Do you have difficulty with personal hygiene?
Yes, I need physical assistance to get into and out of the shower
Yes, I shower daily, but washing my hair hurts my shoulder injury
Yes, getting in the shower is great, but getting back out is hard/painful/scary
Yes, I need specific types of soap/toothpaste/etc. I can't maintain hygiene without them.
No, the only time I ever really think about how to stay clean is when I'm out of soap I guess?
Do you have difficulty standing upright for half an hour?
Yes, I literally cannot stand
Yes, I cannot stand for that long
Yes, it would cause dizziness/vertigo
Yes, it would cause pain to stand at all/that long
Yes, it would cause pain after I finish standing, eg that night or the next day
Yes, I have to consciously maintain my posture to avoid pain/injury
Yes, I would forget and sit down
Yes, that would make it harder/painful/impossible to move my body in some other way afterwards
Yes, I would need to be able to move around.
Yes, I would need an assistive device or aide.
No, I stand that long without noticing all the time, I've never really needed to think about it.
When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.
I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.
“What are you struggling with?” he asked.
I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”
Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”
I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.
I wanted to have something more substantial.
Something more profound.
But I didn’t.
So I told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”
I felt like an idiot even saying it.
What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?
But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:
“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”
I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.
“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”
It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.
That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.
I felt like I had conquered a dragon.
The next day, I took a shower lying down.
A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.
There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.
Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.
But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:
I am reminded about the person with ocd whose therapist had them taking their iron with them in the car, so they didn’t obsess over whether they’d left it on. I got over a ton of my anxiety about getting lost by basically packing apocalypse level go bag. Was i going to be driving more than the 15 minutes to the office? No. Is there any situation where i am going to /need/ the tent and camp shovel that’s in my car? Pretty low odds on that. Did putting those things in the trunk mean i could relax and not freak out about stuff going wrong? Yep, and it didn’t cost anything more than some space for groceries.
If you can find work around that work for you, fucking embrace them.
i used to get really intense night terrors, because i was a huge ball of anxiety and i also have incredibly detailed and intense nightmares basically every single night.
you know what helped?
when i lived on my own in college, i bought a roman gladiolus off a guy in pioneer square for 30$ and i kept it leaned up against my bed. when i woke up from a nightmare i’d stick my hand out and grab my sword and be like ‘okay. so. whether or not monsters are real. this sword is very real.’
it really, really helped. unlike sleeping with a loaded gun, it’s very hard to kill anyone on accident with a sheathed sword, but still extremely goddamn comforting to hug eight pounds of sharpened steel while you try and figure out if the insect man is going to come back out of your closet and keep peeling your skin off.
several years later when i didn’t need it anymore, i sold the sword to a nice lesbian, also for 30$, also in pioneer square, thus completing the cycle of Weird Guy Who Will Sell You A Suspiciously Cheap Sword. keeping portland weird is a sacred duty to all who partake.
anyway, if you’re scared of shit, please buy a very big blade, i can’t recommend it highly enough. walmart sells machetes in the camping aisle for like 10$.
Honestly so many people I saw for my ocd had the goal of fixing it completely and I never got anywhere, until I had one that said ‘you are always going to have ocd. You don’t have to fix it, you just have to twist your rules and find loopholes to make it manageable’ and you know what? That helped so *fucking* much. Can’t stop yourself from checking the front door lock 45 times when you leave? Get your partner to do it for you. A previous therapist told me to do it once and just ride out the panic attack. Since I’ve been asking him to do it, I only need to check 5 times when I leave by myself. Have a crippling fear about being in the car for more than an hour but need to travel a really long distance? Make an itinerary to stop at nice rest stops every 45 minutes. Some shitty advice I got about that was to put myself in the car and let my partner drive me wherever he wanted to go for hours without letting me out. Since I realised we can stop wherever possible, I feel a lot better about travelling, where before I got a panic attack just walking down the road. Worried about the microwave blowing up while you’re out? Sell it. Another therapist told me to microwave porridge for breakfast every morning until I stopped panicking about it. I haven’t missed the microwave but I’m lucky there cause I love cooking. You don’t have to break your rules, but bending them helps a whole lot, as does flat out ignoring rules which don’t work for you. Everyone gets mad at me when I tell them I don’t have a microwave. What role says I have to own one? Only the rule that we put on ourselves. I don’t have that rule anymore and I love it. Fuck microwaves.
My little sister takes a bag on every car trip and is packed with anything we might need. Pads, a comb and tiny mirror, hair ties and clips, a spare scarf, masks and gloves, vaseline, Panadol. She gets anxious about these things and we all sort of collectively decided it wasn’t worth worrying over, even if she brings it for even the smallest trips or it takes her a while to get the bag when we’re late. And you know what? It helped. It helped her, it came in handy quite a few times. Let people do things that make them worry less and it just makes a better experience for everyone involved
#before my oarents moved in i didnt put clothes away#i had a clean basket and a dirty basket ans a clothing rack and rhey all lived in the laundry room#it worked#it was fine#and then they moved in and decided i needed to put stuff away and now my laundry is a disaster all the time#ugh tags via @samiholloway
Yes! I recently moved out and bought myself two clothes baskets: clean and dirty. I don’t use the dresser at all anymore: if it isn’t something I hang in the closet, I leave it in the basket (even if I fold it first, like jeans, so it doesn’t get wrinkly). It’s SO MUCH EASIER! I also use two washcloths in the shower: one for my face and one for everything else, because I didn’t like the idea of using my body washcloth on my face? My mom would’ve had a fit if I was still living at home, but she’s not here now, so fuck that.
#my dad - a professional musician - has many horror stories from people who didn’t know this and had their guitars totally wrecked on planes #advice duck
Things I like about this decal on a restaurant window:
-the insane orange waiter
-that he’s carrying his plates in the air like a strongman
-the couple looks like this isn’t the first time he’s done this, but it’s easier to just let it happen at this point.
-the sign says PASTA as if he’s screaming it like a frankenstein
-but he’s holding a plate of an entire chicken and a plate of wine glasses
-there’s three wine glasses
-one’s for him.
ID: screenshot of tags via @deathcallsmedaddy reading "#but how do you feel about it #on a scale of one to ten #how bad is the frothing?" End ID.
we are at a fucking 12/10
"Worryingly, they discovered that 93 percent of medications contain allergens, including lactose, dyes, and peanut oil. Almost all medicines contain ingredients that some people might not be able to tolerate, such as gluten."
and medications have none of the same requirements to label allergens as foods, and supplements don't even need to be truthful about their content. im currently having to go through and throw out/replace my medications bc I recently had an allergy escalate to "potentially deadly" and am now finding that process was helped by the fucking thing being hidden in half my fucking medications
so yeah for anyone with moderate to severe allergies, check ALL the meds you take, especially if you're reacting and don't know why.
[Plain Text Transcription: we are at a fucking 12/10 "Worryingly, they discovered that 93 percent of medications contain allergens, including lactose, dyes, and peanut oil. Almost all medicines contain ingredients that some people might not be able to tolerate, such as gluten." End Transcription.]
can you imagine being in a rich persons house and it's all horrible postmodernist architecture and neutral colors and they take you to their living room and theres just this
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