This is genius! thanks for sharing 🙂

you don’t care about your produce! 🫢

auties usually spot other auties easily

autism beats narcissism by accident. oopsies!

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Penguin Pebbles!

i cannot understand why anyone could sleep at night knowing their value in society is 0.

You gotta switch the cables. I’m assuming right now that you only want what you deserve through your labor. If you have extra or someone else is in need, you would rather they have it than you horde it or gain some luxury. Switch the cables so that what you value is hoarding and having luxuries without any merit. If someone else needs something, your power to not give leftovers to them is confirmation of your self-worth.

Thank you! I am doing better 🙂

what would happen if you climb into that?

Also: I hope you got away from that ex girlfriend of yours. Breaking things off, then trying to get back together and questioning things that happened in the time off makes her seem like a very bad, controlling person that will drop you the moment someone “better” comes around.

Oh yeah, totally! I see her behavioral pattern now, but at the time I was oblivious. I must have frustrated her soooo bad. We eventually split but stay more distant friends. She gets a new boyfriend and wants me to meet him. I’m thinking to myself, “Sure. I got along great with her ex, so she probably has a type and I’ll get along with the new one.” I meet him and this guy is awesome! We get a long so great, we start hanging out apart from her, going rollerblading, playing pick-up sports, tail gating, etc. I’d be at a party and ask, “Yooo, it [exgf’s] boyfriend coming?”

Several years later, I tell my roommate who knew her about it. “You know who was cool? [Exgf’s] new boyfriend. I wonder what he’s up to.” My roommate said that she was trying to make me jealous. I was like, “Jokes on her! He became my friend so why would I be jealous?” No no no. That I would be jealous of him being with her. What? Why? Pfft, yeah right! After everything, why in the world would I want to be with her? As far as I was concerned, I felt more comfortable around her knowing that she had a boyfriend because boundaries would be clearly defined. She must have been soooo frustrated, she bought a copy of Forrest Gump just to play it and yell insults at the tv. lmaoooo

Man, sharing these stories are a trip! Thanks for entertaining them 🙂

Things were cool at my house until my dad showed up when I was in late elementary. Slowly, everything started going to crap. Everyone started fighting and it felt like I was caught in the middle of two social camps that were fighting each other. As things worsened, I started being out of the house more and learning to grow up from friends and the streets. Since those places can be unhealthy sometimes, I would get into trouble doing what I thought was normal. In one of those incidents, I was in severe danger from strangers that were trying to kill me and my best friend. The issue was resolved when someone that saw what was happening called the police who even showed up with a helicopter to find the perpetrators (they got away). My friend and I ran from the cops too because we thought we were in trouble. When I got home the next day after hiding all night, my parents didn’t believe a word I said. Instead, they thought I was having gay sex (wtf, right?) because one of the kids I was hiding with was openly gay. This turns into a huge battle with all the adults yelling at each other. They start yelling at me with threats of punishments. I leave and just hide in my bedroom while the adults lose their minds on each other. My parents tell me that I can’t shut my bedroom door anymore. The day goes by and nothing happens. It’s time to go to sleep, but I hadn’t been punished yet, so I’m thinking something is pending. I used to have no problem sleeping, but this time I can’t fall asleep because I keep waiting for someone to come in since I wont hear the door opening. I figure that if I set up the guitar as described and leave the windows slightly open, it would serve as a warning, wake me up, and maybe I could yell for help and to call police. I’m able to fall asleep, but the guitar drops and I wake up. I stayed frozen waiting to see what will happen. The silhouette freezes too. They slowly and quietly lean the guitar up properly on the wall, walk out, and close the door. I stay awake for the rest of the night, but nothing happened. From then on out, I had mentally divorced my family and saw them as people I had to tolerate and serve as an example of what not to be like.

Thanks for asking.

Check this story out. So freaking embarrassing.

I was in college and my gf had recently broken up with me, so I was just grieving the loss by bouncing around clubs to see who I would run into since my ex I and would always go to the same club/bar with the same social group. As I walked into one club, I saw a girl I had worked on a project with. Btw, she was gorgeous and always very nice and sweet with me. She said hi and asked me what I was doing alone. I told her that I had just broken up with my gf, so I wanted to try out new places. She got really happy, was welcoming, gave me her drink to drink out of, and told me I could hang out with her and her friends for a while. I was happy I had a friend of my own that was caring when I was going through a tough time. We chilled and danced that night away. At last call, I had to figure out a ride home. She said her friend was driving her home, offered to take me back to her place, and she’d take me home in the morning, so I take it. I was broke broke, and cabs were way too expensive.

We get to her place, and I ask if I can have some sheets for the couch. She says she doesn’t have any, but I can share the bed with her. I get in her room and it’s a twin size, so I ask her if she’s really okay with it. I was in the Marine Corps and can sleep anywhere. She gets under the cover and tells me to get in. I ask if it’s okay if I sleep in boxers because jeans are too uncomfortable. She makes a silly face and says, “Duh!” I take off my pants, get in bed, give her my back, and pass out. The next morning, she was so weird with me and gave me a ride home. Maybe she was really hung over? I know I was. After that, she didn’t really want to talk to me anymore.

A week later, my ex tries to get back with me but says that her friend saw me with the girl. I got happy and said that I was with the girl because I knew her from class, she was really nice, and even gave me a ride to her place to sleep off the night then took me home the next day. See, I’m not the loser that needed her for friends like she would tell me. My ex gets so upset about it, interrogating me for details. I’m open as hell about it because I didn’t see anything wrong. In fact, I was proud that I had cool friends that looked out for me even without my ex. She’s super upset now and discusses it with her parents, who tell her that I was just trying to know if I was still wanted. She then forgives me. I’m like what for?

This was not the only time a girl was really nice and let me sleep in her bed and then didn’t want to talk to me after that. Do I snore a lot? Maybe I move a lot when I’m sleeping. Sometimes, when girls would offer for me to stay at their place, I would warn them by telling them that I think I snore a lot. If I do, just wake me up.

Years later, I’m telling my roommate about how weird the girls in undergrad were and that they were so flaky. One day they’re your friend; the next day they don’t respond to text messages. He tells me why they would get upset, I’m thinking, “Hmmm, maybe?” Years after that, I realized what happened by reading other people’s similar stories. 🤦

#JustAutismThings

Edit: @db0@lemmy.dbzer0.com, you’re going to like this one.

I get it tho. When I was a teenager, things got so bad in my house that I used to booby trap my bedroom door. I’d place an acoustic guitar on its head with the body up and leaning on the door. If the door was opened, the guitar would fall over and make a loud at noise waking me up and alerting the entire house. It saved me once, and then they never tried again.

I have friend that said it 13 years ago. If you wanna be rich, make yourself the middle man. You can try to open a public company, market it, find investors, and hopefully you’ll eventually run a profit and the stock value will go up. Or, you can be an investor making money by buying stock that provide good dividends and go up in value. But, the best position is in the middle exchanging the stock. You don’t have to convince others to invest and run a company that is successful when competing with others. You don’t have to investigate and guess which companies will be profitable while competing with millions of other investors, banks, and AI. Nope. You just sit back and relax while people fight each other on the battlefield field you created.

Those are the people that make it. They insert themselves in a situation where others fight but they win regardless of who else wins.

• Ford or Chevy? Oil wins
• Chrome or Edge? Google wins
• Facebook or Instagram? Meta wins
• Plaintiff or defendant? Lawyers win
• Pay off home loan or foreclose? Lender wins
• Thousands of IPOs? Market-makers win
• England or France? Rothchilds win
• Russia or Ukraine? Military industrial complex wins

did you get the thing where you could hear your eyeballs moving?

OMG yessss!! But it wasn’t like I could literally hear my eyeballs moving. I wasn’t a sound. It was like a feeling in my ears as if moving my eyeballs would tickle or vibrate my inner ear.

I’m happy the stabbing didn’t result in much worse. Glad you’re still around 🙂

That sucksssss. I remember feeling the zaps for a few nights and feeling entirely disconnected from reality. I couldn’t tell if I was awake or in a dream. I would close my eyes and fantasize about whatever I could to pretend I was somewhere else to ride it out. Then when at work during the day, I was pretending that I wasn’t exhausted from severe lack of sleep. I would have to go to the bathroom to take breaks and recover a little and convince myself everything was okay. I even asked someone I got a long with to make sure I didn’t look weird or did anything stupid.

Seems like the withdrawal hit you a lot harder than me, so I can’t even imagine how difficult that was to endure.

I get that they work and are quite helpful to many people, but I will never take another SSRI in my life again. I hate them things. They make me feel dead. It’s like tricking my mind into pretending everything is okay and jolly by becoming stupid and unaware to the reality of the overall situation. If I feel depressed, it’s for a reason, and the solution is to address that reason, not pretend it doesn’t exist or it’s fine. It’s like if you are in a situation where your leg is broken and can’t heal, would you rather take an opiate to numb the pain or change the situation so your leg can heal? I guess my issue wasn’t necessarily a serotonin imbalance 🤷

Is she into you? (slightly NSFW)

Why does that happen? Is the pipe to the bathroom wider than the kitchen sink?

Yep! When I want to shower, I run the hot water in the sink at the same time. It speeds it up by almost half.

Cool! I’m good with the way it is now since I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal. I know it wasn’t for me specifically, but I appreciate the recommendation.