average man by day, average man by night. / you get more points being on lemmy than you do on reddit / movie enthusiast / formerly /u/doug on reddit before I was banned for using my three strikes two Luigi GIFs and implying Trump should stop breathing.
Even now some recipe apps— when I look for gluten free stuff— I can tell it didn’t filter my results and instead just appended “gluten free” to ingredients that normally have gluten.
Which I get, but like… gluten free bread is gross/they haven’t mastered that at all.
A while back a dev invited users to test out his app in beta that gave recipe ideas based on your dietary preferences (back before everyone was doing it).
I told it I’m vegetarian, am lactose free (m’spouse is lactose intolerant), and gluten free (I’m not, but 23andMe told me to maybe cut back on gluten to avoid developing the celiac’s I’m at risk for/others in my family have).
The only food it came up with for me— for dinner— was “a handful of almonds.”
That phrase has become a running gag with friends and I whenever we’re hungry af, because I’ll never forget how hilarious of a dinner suggestion that was. It felt akin to my vegetarian experience of going to a stakehouse for my grandpa’s birthday and the waiter being understandably woefully unprepared for my dietary preferences.
Yeah I literally got my diagnosis (without even really seeking one out) a week or so before RFK announced his database.
Oh well, fuck him. I’m not gonna let that asshole rob me of my mental health journey.
anxiety meds, not beat myself up for feeling dead inside/the same level of emotions everyone else has (e.g. not crying when relatives die irl but crying at some movies), adhd meds instead of trying to rawdog curbing my procrastination with mindfulness and pomodoros and beating myself up when it doesn’t work; know what stimming is/how to explain the odd noises to my neighbors in case they ever hear me talking to myself aloud, also how to explain why I walk on my toes. know what alexithmyia is and that your body can have panic attacks while thinking your mind is 100% calm, thus making you think you’re having a heart attack.
That’s a word vomit list of things; meds are the only things you need the diagnosis for/I don’t blame people for not pursuing an official diagnosis. But again I wish I knew sooner/I had seen more explicit depictions of autism in media other than movies (which I watch a lot of) like Rain Man or Mercury Rising.
Brios? Those were great!
Being diagnosed with autism at 40 didn’t help, wish I knew I had it sooner.
Different strokes for different folks I know, but to me it’s just a cocktail of stress with nothing to show for it but souvenirs and memories that are too expensive to revisit.
The only silver lining I can think of to being forbidden to retire is the fact that a forced schedule and activity of something to do will at least keep my mind engaged and force me out of bed.
Left to my own devices, if I had nothing but time and money, I would be bored out of my gourd and depressed.
And no I wouldn’t travel; I am a hermit. If it wasn’t for my spouse I wouldn’t go anywhere.
Do the dunes.
Sorry, I was oversimplifying/you’re right, time doesn’t slow down the smaller you get; I was thinking of how the smallest interval of time at the Planck scale can’t be defined with physics as we know it right now.
But iirc the closer you are to a higher concentration of gravity the more time slows down? I read it in a book Reality is Not What it Seems so I’m just lazily parroting things I have a casual interest in.
Time is not static. Once you get down to the Planck scale, time seems to stop. So just make yourself very, very, very small and you can experience time stoppage.
Although it’s really our memory that dictates how we perceive the passage of time; our memory only records new information, if time stopped there would be no new information to record (nor could the neurons move to make a record). For all we know time stops all the time and we just don’t know it.
nice meme. I’m just here to drive engagement.
What about walking a toy dinosaur over them ala Ben Affleck to Liv Tyler in the Criterion classic Armageddon?
They spider-fly now.
what if my yum is saying “yuck your yum?” are you gonna yuck my yum? 🥺
what if I swap it out for emojis?
🤢 my 😋
🤮 my 🤤
As long as everything’s consensual I ain’t gonna yuck anyone’s yum.
I love how panic attacks share the same symptoms as heart attacks, so either go to the hospital or cross your fingers and hope you don’t fuckin’ die.
I remember a story wherein Mel Blanc was only pulled out of a coma once his son talked to him using Loony Toons dialogue.
I’m convinced that’ll be me when I’m older. “How is Babby formed?” Oh that means he wants his ice cream.
Ironically I indeed have come around to eating them as a snack, which I never would’ve considered at the time.
(I was more about whatever high sodium crap triggered the dopamine at the convenience store nearby: chips, Chex mix, corn nuts, etc.)