Mind your head
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Someone in an autism facebook group I’m in just asked “How am I supposed to earn enough to make a living without burning out?”
Someone replied: “You’re not. Even neurotypicals can’t right now in the system designed for them. We’re the canaries in the coalmine. When we start failing, they know something is wrong.”
People keep saying, “Oh, everyone thinks they’re neurodivergent now!” or they’ll say it’s the foods or chemicals or whatever other nonsense they’ve fallen for, but to me the answer is so obvious?
We’ve gotten to a point that more and more people are being left behind by the system, making it so that neurodivergent parents who could get by fine *enough* in decades/centuries past are bringing children into a world that cannot and will not attempt to accommodate them. There’s nothing in the water and people aren’t faking, it’s just that this is no longer sustainable or livable and of course people with disabilities will be hit first and hit the hardest. There aren’t more people with it, it’s just harder to go through life without being aware that you’re not functioning the way your peers seem to be able to.
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So, there’s apparently research coming out now about microplastics being found in people’s bloodstreams and the possible negative effects of that and I feel the need to get out ahead of the wave of corporate sponsored “be sure to recycle your bottles!” or “ban glitter!” campaigns and remind everyone:
It’s fishing nets. It’s fishing nets. It is overwhelming fishing nets It always has been fishing nets. Unless regulations are changed, it will continue to be fishing nets.
The plastic in the ocean in largely discarded nets from industrial fishing. The microplastics are the result of these nets breaking down. The “trash islands” are also, you guessed it. Mostly fishing nets and other discarded fishing industry equipment.
Do not allow them to continue to twist the story. Do not come after disabled people who require single use plastics. Do not come after people using glitter in art projects and makeup. These things make up a negligible amount of the issue compared to corporate waste, specifically in the fishing industry. Do not let them shift the blame to the individual so they can continue to destroy the planet and our bodies without regulation.Industries are incredibly resistant to taking responsibility for their own waste, to the point where “consumers are responsible for industrial waste” is somehow considered a sensible, ethical, worthy sentence.
It is actually perfectly reasonable to say that “industries are responsible for industrial waste” and “the effects of industry can, should and must be fixed by industry” and “Industry can, should and must be held responsible for its impacts on the commons, such as air, water, oceans and land.”
Do you know how much ocean plastic waste is straws?
Something like 0.0007%.
IT’S NOT EVEN ONE ONE-HUNDREDTH OF A PERCENT.
But they want you to hate the disabled people who need safe and bendable and sanitary plastic straws in order to be able to drink. So you won’t notice the 70+% that’s fishing nets.
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“i will buy this game and then i will DEFINITELY play it later!”
This post gets funnier over time
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they were literal hippies that chilled and occasionally stopped greedy ass white ppl from stealing land, artifacts, or money. icons, tbh.
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You work as tech support for ancient supernatural beings who are trying to adapt to the modern world. It’s a frustrating - and at times dangerous - job, but at least your clients pay well.
“My Great Destroyer, Consumer of Lands, Harbinger of the Deep Seas,” you say trying to keep the exasperation from your voice, “you need to be connected to the internet to see your email.”
“{}@&_@&%(#(&@__!*_”
“Yes. Can you move the mouse to the lower right side of the screen? There should be some little bars that will tell you if you are connected to the wi-fi.”
“&%)!^*^$%^!_%_$}{|”
“No my Great and Terrible the wi-fi is not a rival god from the desert lands, it’s just the technology that let’s you see your email.”
“!*&){}|@*#”
“Good, that means you are connected to the internet. Now if you can open your browser, Mozilla Firefox, Google Chrome, or even Microsoft Edge.”
“!@^&)(&@!&&&@}|”
You mute yourself so you can swear. “Yes, you can use Internet Explorer to access your AOL email account. If I may offer a suggestion?”
“$%^&*@”
“It will be easier in the long run, I promise. But Microsoft stopped supporting Internet Explorer a long time ago, and AOL is barely a company anymore. If you will let me walk you through some steps we can get you a modern web browser and a brand new email-”
“&^$}”
“Yes, with all of your old email.”
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Five hours of your life later, you’ve got the deep sea eldritch god set up with Firefox and a new email with forwarding from it’s old email. Just when you start to think that this job isn’t remotely worth it, a small crab-like creature crawls across your desk. (you can’t in good conscious call it a crab because it somehow has both too many eyes, legs, and pincers, and not enough of the same. yet your brain interprets the being as “crab”)
It’s about the size of a coffee mug and it holds something up for you, shaking one of it’s many claws at you.
You take the small thing, and crab scuttles away to where ever it came from.
The small thing in your palm seems to be a tiny treasure chest, the kind of thing that you’d put in a goldfish bowl. It feels wet and the kind of slimy something gets from being covered in seaweed.
You put it down on your desk just in time for it to rapidly expand, cracking a support on your desk and covering you in sea water.
Before you can get mad about it the chest opens revealing a small horde of gold, jewels, and a bottle of what you have to assume is pirate rum.
“Oh! Cool!” one of your coworkers say as they pop their head up over the cubicle wall. “I wish I got pirate booty once in a while.”
“Why, what did Thyrien, Emissary of the Sun, give you for helping them recover their steam library?” you ask.
“A sense of peace and calm about my life and place in the world.”
“Oh sounds nice.”
“It is. They also gave me this ceremonial headdress.” You coworker disappears for a moment and puts on a giant headdress that appears to be made from gold and platinum and has several truly giant diamonds all over it.
“Wow,” you say.
“Yeah, I’m thinking I should wear this to the next company mixer.”
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as a huge lover of birds, 90% of the concern against wind turbines being used for energy is literally just pro fossil fuel propaganda. birds ARE at a risk however there is a lot of strategies even as simple as painting one of the blades that reduces a lot of accidental deaths. additionally renewable energy sources will do more in favor of the environment that would positively impact birds (and all of us). one study found over one million bird deaths from wind turbines. while that is a shockingly high number and we should work to drastically shrink it, at least 1.3 billion birds die to outdoor cats on a yearly basis. it was never about caring about birds
there was a study done in 2015 that shows an even greater possible yearly divide than the 2012 one
Tumblr users like their cats tho. They aren’t going to restrict their little fur babies to the inside of their house.
People who like cats should keep their cats primarily inside! It protects your own cats from disease, infestations of fleas or similar parasites, predators, other cats….and if your cat isn’t fixed, you’re preventing a new (likely multiple) generation of cats from living their lives feral outdoors. However, it is safe for cats and wildlife to bring them out on a leash or in a catio / enclosed area!
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I’ve talked about this before, but emotional dysregulation is such a mother fucker aspect of ADHD.
Like, sure, not being able to regulate my attention sucks, but it’s genuinely fucking nothing compared to the absolute rollercoaster of emotions I just went on because someone said something in a shitty tone, and now I’m having to actively walk myself through DBT methods lest my idiot shit for brains ‘shiny-can’t-sit-still-disorder’ drop the match on that particular bridge because the rejection sensitive dysphoria feels like my chest is burning and not being able to act on the hurt feels like I’m suffocating under the weight of emotions pushing down on me and lashing out in anger is quicker than taking the time to self soothe.
And the annoying fucking thing is I know it’s me.
I’ve done enough therapy to know my emotional response to their shittiness is overblown and dysregulated. I know I’m taking it to heart more than they could ever imagine.
And I’ve got to fucking sit with that and process it because if I don’t, I’ll be the inconsiderate cunt in this interaction and hhnnggg–wailing, gnashing, biting my thumb at you in the marketplace, etc, etc.
Fucking Christ it’s insane how that sounds just like me
#I’m diagnosed with adhd#and I’m working on getting screened for asd#but hearing someone say it out loud#fuck idk man that was cathartic
I’m so glad my ranting here instead of ending a friendship on a disastrous impulse was cathartic, lol. Happy to have been of service.
Genuinely, though, so much of managing ADHD is directed toward managing our productivity; it’s fucking criminal that so little of our therapy is aimed at learning how to handle emotional dysregulation and just how fucking serious that can be when paired with impulsivity.
Drives me bonkers.
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Dashcon may have failed but it has one of the biggest legacies of any con. Every failed con and festival since gets called the “The Dashcon of X” like how -Gate gets added to every scandal. People Photoshop the ball pit into pics from said failed events. No one’s attempted another Tumblr convention in the nearly decade since.
They may have failed at making a convention, but they did make a legend.
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