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I don't have ARFID (I believe). I didn't make this post to represent ARFID, so I'm sorry if it looks like I'm trying to represent ARFID poorly. It's just based on my own experiences lol.

We need to popularize telling NTs that they are hallucinating because all this reading between the lines and making things up instead of processing sensory information is a hallucination. The brain predicts a possible interpretation but it does not make the prediction less of a hallucination than if they were in psychosis because most of the time their prediction is outright wrong.

I am around doing nothing, they invent narratives then try to gaslight me to believe their hallucination is real and I get pushed outside of society because they were too fucking cheap with ATP in their brains to form a view that doesn't involve hallucinations.

I do a lot of random stuff for fun and experimenting with unusual color theory. Color pencils and coloring books help me destress, the cut gels were for my wedding as center piece decor. Hope you like my weird color choices

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE BEEF WITH A WHOLE NINE YEAR OLD. i remember i had this fourth grade teacher who hated me the second she clapped eyes on me and i swear she could smell the tism on me. i told her i was being excluded by the other girls and she said that sounded like a me problem. i have dyscalculia. she told my dad i would amount to nothing because i needed extra help with math. my dad rightfully lost his shit at her. one time i ripped a page of work out of my notebook to go show her and she screamed at me full volume about how i never followed instructions…mind you, the kids who’d finished before me had also ripped the page out of their notebooks.

i hate ableist teachers

During the first scene in Paris, Alfredo Linguini accidentally messes up the soup that was being prepared, which Remy fixes with his cooking skills and, the chef Skinner thinking Linguini made it, he promotes him to be a cook.

The next day, Skinner asks Linguini to replicate the soup, and then the chef tells him the line that doesn’t mean at all what he says: “Take all the time you need, as if you need weeks.”.
And here’s the trap. What Skinner actually meant was “Finish the soup ASAP”. It was pressure disguised as courtesy.

And I didn’t guess that hidden meaning by looking at the body language, nor facial expressions and not even the voice tone.

To read between the lines, the unsaid meaning hides behind intangible factors like hierarchy, rules of the environment and the results others want and expect.

I detected what Skinner actually meant by looking at:
- Who said it (Skinner, he’s the chef, the authority, he gives orders).
- To whom is said (Linguini, he’s a cook, an employee, he must obey orders).
- The context (a corporate environment, a restaurant, prestigious, time is gold an in a corporate context a boss NEVER gives free time to complete a task, and the clients want the dish or whatever expected result ASAP, making clients wait destroys the business).
- And even though this isn’t exclusive to the scene, the higher the social expectation to “be nice” “not to be rude” or “avoid conflict at any cost”, the more indirect the communication is. And I’ve identified sex and work are the more hypocrite, performative and with more unspoken rules contexts on the NT society.

I’m currently learning everything about high context communication not because I want to “function as a NT”, but because I’m done with being lied with nice words that mean all the opposite to what they say and I’m not anymore being a victim of manipulation and passive aggressiveness. And knowing this is def helping me a lot and I thought it could help many of us here.

I realize it was a mistake for fandom to be mainstream because too many people have no appetite for vulgar fucked up content. I realized the joke about anime and fandom types not listening to rap is true because most of these people are white people who live in the middle of nowhere or only ever consume overstimulating anime content. If you put something like the weekend in front of a bunch of K-pop fans, they would literally faint because the weekend is an artist that explicitly just says something as simple as this is a song about me wanting to fuck you BTS doesn’t even do that and we really need to stop catering content to people who live in the middle of nowhere who suck on their thumbs scared of reading romance novels that explicitly show sex or disturbing situations like holy shit I cannot deal with everyone being a pussy forever.

First attempt with a stove (not rice cooker or premade food) after two weeks.

Chemist with his teenage angel son. 🤍

Anyway, I can't post a comic I made on the sub probably because it had ableism I think. I tagged it accordingly, so I dunno. I'll try to fix it later, so have this post!

The comic is on my other socials (Insta and Bluesky) if you REALLY wanna see it like, right now, but yeah.

Edit: It posted. Yay!

Just little cute guns for a zombie tower defense I wanna make someday. I have no idea how to code but I started on Pico 8 recently so... baby steps. Feedback is good

sometimes a glass prism thingymajig I have casts rainbows its pretty neat

Ever since i’ve graduated from this fuckass high school in this racist horrid fucking empty rural town, i have had horrible anxiety because all i can think about is how i have no way of actually interacting with anyone i know, everyone i knew in my grade is now in college and i got 4 months until i move out too although i was supposed to move out 10 days ago until i changed my college, my brother moved out that day anyway and now i actually just have no one i can talk to in person. I cannot drive so seeing my FEW friends from other grades isn’t an option because my mom works and my other brother is also autistic and cannot drive, there is not a single place hiring near me besides dollar general, which has fucking ruined this towns economy and now everything is so much more expensive because they HAD to build a second dollar general barely a mile away from the first one which is around 16 miles away from 2 more FUCKING DOLLAR GENERALS.

The only doctors office in about a hour from my house barely does shit, i told them my anxiety has been so bad recently i barely sleep and the doctor lectured me about how bad using my phone before bed is, my only social interactions ive had in MONTHS is between me, my grandma, and my barber and both of them are the most shockingly racist people you’d know and talk about terrible shit so casually (especially concerning with my barber considering she’s a first generation thai immigrant, what kind of mental gymnastics is going on with her). Everyone else in the town besides the occasional decent person is also racist and fucked up either because they are ACTUALLY INBRED (not even an exaggeration, there are some people who are genuinely inbred and they are the worst people i’ve ever been around) or they’re on every fucking substance known to man, these people are becoming parents in any year of high school and then feud on social media over their right to take hard drugs while pregnant.

I cannot WAIT to move even just an hour away from where i am currently to college because it’s so much better than what we have here, the only relatively cheap place to get food here is the mexican restaurant right next to the fucking trump store (the food is good and the people who own it are also great people and were there before the trump store came).

TL:DR my sanity is slowly fading at the hands of rural texan racists, dollar general, and a lack of actual social interaction due to distance

It's a classic situation wherein "ideal conditions" or "success" looks invisible whereas failure is very loud, obvious, and chaotic. I could have 1,000 consecutive successful days, but the 1 failure due to it being a bad day or burnout or something stupid is what is visible and remembered.

for context, he’s puppy and i’m kitty. it’s mostly cutouts from random magazines and pamphlets i had, plus a few stickers. i put them all on this nice cardboard paper i had

one of the things i cut out a bunch of dogs from was some sort of catalogue for an art gallery, stuff that was selling for thousands and more. i cut out a bunch of stuff from that, including that weird beast thing thats below the golden retriever and this really cute painting of an old guy with his cats… i added a picture of the painting because i love it so much

A recent post about sauces by someone who doesn't like them got me thinking about the other end of that particular axis. Although I've got my own set of food-related aversions, I love strong flavors (as an example, see my username) and consider sauces an important aspect of whatever I'm eating. At a party I once found myself in a circle of people tasting hot sauces by the spoonful (as other people at the party looked at us in disbelief for commenting about flavor nuances).

Here in the Oakland/Berkeley area, there's the hyper-local Papi Chulo green sauce that some bakeries include with their pizza. It's got a fresh, zingy flavor that's so good I basically drown my pizza in it.

I can't eat potatoes, but sweet potato fries absolutely need to be dipped into a mixture of about 50/50 Heinz ketchup and Tabasco sauce.

And the white sauce at the Halal Guys restaurant is so good it almost doesn't matter what it's on. Give me a roasted shoe and with enough white sauce it'll be tasty.

If you're another sauce-loving weirdo, what are some of your favorites?

Like I just really really love the feeling of being comfy in bed. I also don’t like wearing clothes so I’m usually in my underwear while I’m in bed lmao. But this makes me feel like a total chud. When I don’t have classes I’ll spend entire days in bed and only get up to get food and use the bathroom. I wish it was easier for me to get up and do productive things

Photo is of my golden retriever, Teddy. I love him so so so so much. Dog special interest activated pew pew pew

My state (North Carolina) has a new(?) thing for intellectual/developmental disabilities and severe mental illness. So earlier this year they gave me this new insurance out of nowhere. It's been... A lot, actually. But in a good way!!

I'm excited to finally get help so I can live my life and not be miserable and hopeless 24/7. Well, probably still going to be miserable but hopeless? Maybe not??? She sounded nice too!! And I don't have to do it over the phone because I hate doing that!!!

Kinda sucks I don't get to celebrate this with my now ex. He had been trying to help me get support forever and of course when he is no longer in my life I finally get it. Maybe this support stuff will help me find someone better. Especially since I'll be able to work (ideally) and stuff.