Shit, that means I’m ableist..
(Only toward myself, I’d never think of anyone else the way I think of myself, and yes I recognize the issue there)
Same, friend, same. I internalized a lot of this, and it’s taken a while to work through just some of it.
Yup. My therapist said he was going to buy a hat that said “be nice to yourself” for our sessions. lol
JusT aPpLY yoURsElF
YoUr BoOtStRaPs!
Jessie, apply yourself!
“Being neurotypical is the ideal way to be. Anyway I’ma go never talk about my feelings ever and be deathly afraid of living outside of societal norms lest I be phnished for it while contributing to that expectation by punishing you for doing it.”
Being neurotypical, or whatever we’d call it if it was just another way of being, wouldn’t be so bad if the world wasn’t built to make sure they never have to question themselves/could safely question themselves.
Come on, most people have troubles starting organised and managing their time, and lots of people hate themselves because of it. That's why it's such a fraught issue.
Are you saying that people with ADHD don't have extra challenges when it comes to staying organized?
Organization is for the simple minded. I'll just quote myself:
I recently read an interesting article about a team of anthropologists researching this matter. Before, everybody thought that reddit was this completely fictitious mythical thing. Their work showed that there very likely was an actual interweb platform called reddit. Some even believe that it might still exist, hidden in a corner, a mere shadow of its anecdotal glory. It's interesting how this - superficially - myth shaped our language. I'm a tad vary of that article though, because it feels like it could have been the hallucinations of a language model. Or, it could have been my hallucinations. How am I supposed to know? What even is reality? For all I know, what 'we' call reality could be nothing but the fabrications of my mind with you being a subconscious projection of a conflicting fragment of my self. Or as the cool kids call it, an NPC. I won't claim that I understand the lingual leap from that concept to the Nuclear Pore Complex, but, anyways ... where was I ... ah, yes: devilled eggs are an abomination. Why on Earth would my subconsciousness, or any demented part of it, invent devilled eggs and then fabricate people who, at least pretend to, like them, when they factually taste bad, and I am allergic to mustard? I think it's safe to conclude, that my subconsciousness is an asshole. Q.E.D.
How many hours does the day have again? Anyways, it's not enough.
