bitches see a text and are like ‘ill reply when i have the social and emotional energy for it’ and then forget about it for a week….anyway i’m bitches
So.
Making fun of people for comments that seem smart-ass-y is. Not good.
Because either you’re making fun of an autistic person or someone else who doesn’t pick up well on jokes or you’re making fun of someone for an attitude that is frankly best ignored.
how do you tell someone “I’m not ignoring you, I’m just disconnected from reality rn and the days are all blurred together and I feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it’s really hard for me to maintain a conversation” without saying that?
i learned that to make sure no one can read something you’ve written, don’t just scribble it out using a bunch of lines. Instead, cover it with different words and random letters.
it is past time we jettisoned the useless false dichotomy of introversion vs. extroversion and just accepted that everybody has a minimum amount of social interaction, failing which, they get really weird. and everybody has a maximum amount of social interaction, exceeding which, they get really weird. these levels are different for everyone, for a variety of reasons, and have no moral dimension. and that is all.
why would you come to this club and just shoot Myers & Briggs like this
IMO, it’s healthier to conceptualize it this way. So instead of being like “why am I being so weird? I’m an introvert, I like being alone!” you say, “Ah, I must be supergluing googly eyes to my bathroom faucet because I haven’t met my minimum threshold of social interaction and I’m trying to fill that void with these tiny pieces of plastic. Maybe I should invite someone over for dinner. They sure will be surprised by all these eyes watching them while they poop.”
and the levels of social interaction vary for different people; you might spend ten minutes talking to someone you dislike and that’s all you can take, and there could be a person you could spend hours talking to without exceeding your limit.
I’ve been reading through the notes and I just have to say that I absolutely promise, promise, promise you that nobody in the dental surgery is there to judge you, and we’re certainly not mad at you. Cavities happen. Even to dentists. You think your dentist has a mouth full of virgin teeth? Unlikely! They’ve all visited eachother’s surgeries to get a quickie filling (ooh, saucy) between patients. They understand that life can get in the way of oral hygiene sometimes. They understand that life’s too short not to eat chocolate. They understand that you’ve got to live. I swear to you that everyone in that room is just there to help you. Please, please, please don’t stop going to the dentist because you’re worried they’ll be mad at you. It’s really not the case. They understand. It’s fine. It’s really, really fine. Please go to the dentist. I promise you it’s ok.
You would not believe how comforting this is.
And if your dentist DOES shame you, you have every right to leave and find a new dentist.
I recently had my first full dental cleaning in a decade. I had so much shit caked on my teeth that it took *hours.* And you know what the dentist told me? That he was impressed with how well I did for the super invasive cleaning, and that the dental team was really excited that they were helping me get a fresh start to good oral hygiene.
The hygienist even recommended me a good electric toothbrush that would specifically help me keep the spaces between my teeth clean, because I expressed that I have a hard time flossing due to disability and abnormal tooth spacing. She told me that she was excited to help me have and KEEP my fresh start, and told me several times how good it is that I came in to get some help.
Your dentist should not be there to shame you. You deserve to have compassionate, competent healthcare, full stop, and most dentists I’ve met are truly lovely people who are there to help.
You are not a baby for melting down because of under/overstimulation. You are not being immature or “just throwing a tantrum” when you have meltdowns. The discomfort and pain and fear you feel due to your sensory issues is real and valid, and shouldn’t be dismissed as silly or unimportant by people who don’t understand it.
here, on this blog, you do not need permission to slip into my asks. just do it. even if we haven’t interacted before. even if you’ve sent 10 already. send me more. i love getting asks (in character or out of character) and yeah, i’m slow as fuck, but i promise you i will get to them. have at it, fill my inbox with memes or impromptu starters or just tell me how your day is going. it really doesn’t matter. just go ahead and do it. i promise, i don’t get annoyed seeing the same people in my inbox, actually it makes me happy because yAY MORE INTERACTIONS. so just do it.
A reminder that turning in assignments for partial credit is better than not turning them in at all. It is. Even if you think you’ve done a bad job and are ashamed of your work, or it’s way overdue, you take whatever you can get. Partial credit dramatically improves your grade over a zero, and I’m always astounded by how often even the smartest kids don’t really comprehend that. 60% is worlds better than 0%. Even 10% is going to help you. Letter grades are misleading and are not created equal. “F"s are mathematically valuable. Turn that late assignment in.
In high school I started doing grade math obsessively (I know I know), and I realized that sometimes a 40% on an assignment would push me to the next letter grade. It’s okay. It’s okay if everything isn’t perfect. You have other things to worry about. Just swallow your pride and hand in the half-finished homework. Anything is better than nothing.
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