I’m pretty sure my baseline cortisol levels could kill a small animal. And probably shortened my lifespan by a few years.

My AuDHD is flavored by several varieties of anxiety and crippling depression, the former undiagnosed for most of my life and the latter two only being treated sporadically. I’ve had my episodes of shining in times of chaos (usually at work) but my brain’s go-to response is freeze.

It’s not very effective.

That does not encrypt your storage.

It’s encrypted by default.

I just realized that the examples in the meme leave out an important part of the ensemble: calf-high white tube socks with multicolor bands at the top.

If you’re gonna rock it, rock it all the way.

Rebuild me shiny and chrome

Steel and circuits will make you whole.

It’s better to not ask questions sometimes.

backs away slowly

Aside from my slab o’flab making people wish my top had not been cropped, those daddy dukes look like junk-crunchers.

Me learning this about electromagnetism: huh, neat.

Me learning this about something I actually use in day to day life: 🤯

Given their occupations, it seems all of them are descended from immigrants from Golgafrincham. Not sure if these are the best people to be weighing in on this topic.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS SPECIES?!

Yes.

Are you saying Putin is nonbinary?

If all things happen for a reason

…then that reason is usually “someone was being an asshole.” In the case of a hurricane flooding mountains hundreds of miles inland, said assholes have been assholing around for 150 some odd years, actively destroying our home for profit while obfuscating and denying the evidence.

Fuck those assholes. And fuck the invisible sky wizard that supposedly made it all happen.

7 was the first and last version of Windows I didn’t immediately despise.

…this would trigger a friend of mine so badly (fungi enthusiast and Pluto stan). I want to send it, but at the same time… I’m not sure I’d hear the end of it.

I would like a wake up call at 9:30 and breakfast at 10 please.

Oh, I’m not saying take them to group therapy. It’s just that it happens a lot in that setting.

Two words: Group. Therapy.

I’m immensely grateful for the help and support it’s provided but holy hell this happens a dozen times a session.

There’s no reason to try and appear strong and “well functioning” towards your doctor like you are probably used to doing for everyone else.

Just wanted to add onto this something I only recently found out about myself, and I can’t imagine I’m alone in this. There really isn’t a “mask off” version of “me,” because I started so early and it’s been so long (I’m in my 40s). I basically grew around the mask. When the mask is gone, it’s shattered. What’s left of “me” at that point is just a quivering pile of trauma, repression, guilt/shame, and maladaptive coping skills. There’s no in-between, just high- and non-functioning.

Yes, I am in therapy working on it. Double yes, it makes it difficult for anyone to believe that there’s anything amiss until I break. Tis no fun.

I was thinking “carbonite” myself.