I've seen a few people now argue that being neurotypical isn't an actual thing, and that we're all neurodivergent in some way. Generally I see this in regards to autism, as an evolution of "we're all a little bit autistic". A similiar evolution include (and I saw this on this website) "I'm neurotypical but I'm weird and geeky so does that count [as neurodivergent]".
So for the "we're all a little autistic" people.
Autism is a developmental disability. It is, I repeat, a disability. It's not being "weird and geeky", it's not social awkwardness or being shy or struggling with a 40 hour work week or otherwise not handling capitalism and our modern life. It's a disability coming from not developing in the same way as allistics.
That's why, as a small example, you might find a noise irritating whilst I might be screaming, crying and banging my head over it.
Obviously not every autistic person gets meltdowns, and mine are typically only that severe if a lot of other stuff is going on too, but the point remains. If you do not have this developmental disability then congratulations on not being autistic, now shut up about how teehee nobody's really neurotypical :)
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"adhd paralysis" is a ridiculous term. i, too, get Stuck in the hell that is being unable to task switch or task initiate under my own power. but guess what? i can "hack" my executive dysfunction. if i need to go to the kitchen, and i'm Stuck, i can ask my sistling to meet me in the kitchen. then i have an Obligation, and i can Obey The Obligation to go to the kitchen, and then i can get what i need from there.
and you, too, CAN hack your adhd task-switching and task-initiation! it is possible! it may take lots of thought and effort to find the right strategy that even works for you, and there may sometimes be limitations to the strategy that mean you're still going to be Stuck for a long time sometimes (for example i can't call my brother to meet me in the kitchen if she's asleep), but you CAN work at it and figure out a method that works for you and your situation and your brain!
but you know who can't fucking hack their disability limitations to just get up and do the thing? you know who doesn't have a potential method that works that they can figure out, no matter how much effort they put in? you know who this isn't possible for?
people who are actually paralyzed.
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Ok but thinking back to how I was in elementary and middle school: I had such disdain for other kids who broke the rules, that I irrationally hated a whole bunch of kids — kids I would have made good friends with — all because I couldn’t stand the fact that they engaged in conflicts with, and affronts to authority figures or standards.
It even went as far as internally mocking a kid my age — calling him “Mama’s Boy” in my head — over the fact that his mother whispered comments into his ear, which he mumbled unintelligibly into the mic, and then would fall asleep as if dead on her arm. I perceived his inability to give comments on his own, and his sleeping, as moral failings of both mother and child; because I wasn’t raised like that. And maybe, those feelings also came from jealousy. I was expected to fight off sleep all the time because I could read at a college level in third grade, and could theoretically understand the material presented at the meetings despite it still being inappropriate for my age group.
I was so far deep into the “bad associations spoil useful habits” mindset that it made me hate my fellow neurodivergents — kids I would have been friends with — who maybe couldn’t hide it as well as I could. That is beyond fucked up. Now, I work with those very kids I disliked so much as a child, and guess what? They are my absolute favorite people to be around; and many of them remind me of myself.
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Watching copaganda shows really makes you appreciate your rights just so much more. Right now they're investigating some guy on a hunch from one fbi agent, illegally, hacking his personal information and violating soo many laws because one of the fbi guys had a dream and he just decided to do this, off the books, and his colleagues of course supported him both personally and with government resources. And of course, because it's a copaganda show, they were right in the hunch, and uncovered the details of a heinous crime. But all i can see is some cop investigating a random person because he found them a target of his bigotry (and i know this already blatantly happens with people getting picked up for ""loitering"' etc and worse). But copaganda shows really do try to sell you that as good and righteous, and it makes me feel like I'm being gaslighted by a clown that is trying to convince me that rights are overrated.
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One thing about having been really sick or disabled or constantly dying as a kid is that you end up with this feeling that you have to justify being alive. All the money, all the work, all the resources...just for me to be what I am right now?
It takes time and constant reminding but you are actually allowed to just be alive. That is plenty. You are enough exactly as you are.
Those doctors and nurses? They didn't want you to be Einstein - I promise they wanted you to be alive and have the potential to be happy however that looks. Success is you are alive now to be going through whatever that is now.
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@clemencetaught | ♥
Later, a little later Hyun, will curse herself out for wincing, however minutely as she does, when her concentration is disrupted by the voice of a person she had very much known to be there.
She doesn't like being caught off guard. The only thing saving her from chewing on this until her gums hurt is the fact that one thing she likes even less is chewing on issues until her gums hurt.
Call it indifference. Hyun prefers 'respecting my own energy'. Call that one a lie.
Either way, there is a minute wince when her focus is interrupted, and her gaze flickers as though expecting to be dragged into a tussle of all things. She has gotten her fair share of close calls with hair-pulling and screaming matches, and she can't claim she's always come out of them wholly unscathed.
But the gentleman who's cane she returns - almost begrudgingly, she'd enjoyed the weight of it in her hands - doesn't look like the kind of person who'd get her into trouble. Look at him. He's too... average might not be the right word.
Fine features, handsome enough, perhaps not as impressive as a queen or a king but... certainly not a pawn. A rook, maybe. A bishop. A knight. One of those pieces.
"Well, I didn't mean getting into it physically," she leans in, blocking off bystanders with a show of her palm to them, the back of her hand supposedly meant to cover her mouth as she speaks.
"Unless you know what you're talking about, I'm not about to refuse good intel."
But it's only a joke, and the idea alone would be more detrimental to her brand than her being her brand, imagine how awful executing it would be. Still... an almost-girl can dream.
A heavy sigh. And then... focus.
Concentration.
She turns to stare at him.
"Is that what you're here for? I've never seen you at one of these. And I do make a habit of noticing."
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Going to some bitches blog via someone else's Hazbin blog, because I tried to like/reblog their meta but tumblr wouldn't let me, and then I find out the reason why it wouldn't let me is because the OP of the meta apparently blocked me, but I've never seen or interacted with them before, but OP has like a video game icon and a fucking moving gif video game graphic of like a damn nuclear explosion for a header on top of that going off anyway, and I'm trying to read through her other Hazbin posts but I can't focus, because I'm distracted by a goddamn fucking nuclear explosion taking place above me that won't stop and just as I'm thinking "OP, that was such good meta why would you hurt my eyes and brain like this? Alas, you have a video game character for an icon, I should've known!" and in all my disorientation from that seizure trigger waiting to happen, I happen to glance at the upper right corner of her blog and clock there's no follow button for me, and it's just like, "Alright, your loss, Toots! Have fun endangering disabled people by being yet another person in this fandom obnoxious enough to keep some tacky moving gif as your header and actually think that looks good in the year of Our Lord Alastor Hartfelt 2024, I hope you make your Journey To The Light soon! ^_^ <3"
... It was probably my posts tagged with ace discourse god knows these gamer bitches never actually have any, l o l...
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Whenever I talk about the medical neglect and ableism I've encountered as a victim of the healthcare system, there's always some cockwaffle who feels entitled to come into my inbox and make the argument of "not all doctors" while talking about how "people like them" (because it's always someone in a field of medicine who does this) are doing their best and it's really hard because so many people fake being ill to get on welfare (Yikes), but like, yeah, obviously #not all doctors, because if all doctors were negligent, bullying scum bags, I'd be dead.
But here's the thing: while I truly believe that the majority of doctors are doing their best in a system stacked against them and their patients, their presence does not negate the mass harm caused by the bad ones. And there are far more bad ones than you realize.
Fuck, John Oliver literally did a segment on this last week:
Yes, the truly bad, malicious doctors are in the minority. Most are just horrifically burned out and fighting a losing battle against a system, killing both them and their patients through a lack of funding and resources and profound overwork.
But the malicious ones do exist, and they will go out of their way to harm patients who don't kowtow to them.
I almost lost my life because when I was in my early twenties, I told a doctor I didn't think she was listening to me, and I disagreed with her assessment of my mental health (she was not a mental health doctor, and I was there for heart palpitations and chronic pain). She retaliated by putting "non-compliant" in my file.
There was also a fun little "doesn't show respect" note too that lives rent-free in my head because I know I wasn't rude. I was polite. I just didn't agree with her, and my refusal to accept her off-handed comment that "you probably have bipolar or BPD" (again, I was there for heart palpitations and chronic pain) meant I was "refusing care."
I wasn't. I just refused to be slapped with a mood/personality disorder when I was there because I kept fucking fainting when I stood up.
(Spoiler alert: it was dysautonomia)
That "non-compliant" marker followed me around for years. It followed me across an ocean and effectively ensured that any doctor I saw was going to treat me like absolute dogshit because no one wants to help Difficult Patients. It wasn't until I was so undeniably ill, literally on the brink of death, that anyone helped me.
I'm alive because of a good doctor. And all the good ones that came after him because of him.
So, I know they exist. You don't have to tell me that.
But I really fucking need you to acknowledge the bad ones and that you're part of a system with a long, long history of abusing minorities and vulnerable people. I need you to acknowledge that because it's the only way we're going to survive this godforsaken nightmare and make things better.
So yeah, #notalldoctors, but if you feel the need to say that because someone talking about being literally left to die by the medical system hurts your feelings, I'm going to have to ask you to take a step back and ask yourself if you're going into medicine for the right reasons.
Namely: do you want to help people, even the "difficult" ones?
Even the ones who might disagree with you?
Even if they're on welfare?
Even if they'll never get "better" in a way that means "cured"?
Just a thought. But hey, what do I know. I'm just someone who experienced hemolytic anemia because doctors kept telling me I was anxious and needed to exercise more 🤷♀️.
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