Meanwhile I'm too autistic to tell when they AREN'T happening, and just keep talking until somebody respectfully tells me to shut up an take my turn.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually ask somebody to leave where I'm from. If it gets too late and our guests are still there, guess they're staying the night. Luckily, most people leave before then.
I've lived most of my life in tiny Vermont villages, for context.
When I was little, I had times where I just straight up slept at the dinner table because I refused to eat. My parents learned quickly that if they didn't want me to starve to death, they were gonna need to make foods I actually liked.
Once they'd been doing that for a while, I got a lot more open to trying new foods, even ones I didn't like before, because now everyone else was eating and enjoying food I didn't have and I wanted to be a part of that. Didn't make me automatically like everything, but it did open me up to a lot of healthier options.
Don't even have to be that old to experience that. There's this weird phenomenon where if you're born at the tail end of the 90s, anyone born 2000 onward feels infinitely younger, even if the actual age difference is only a few years.
I was born 1998 and I still look at anybody born in 2000 like "you've gotta be 12 years old max."
I sort by active because the slower flow of content helps me avoid a social media addiction. I just check the few posts that hit the top of my feed every day, then exit Lemmy for the day.
Fun fact, you can still hallucinate with aphantasia. Or so I've heard at least. I guess hallucinating and imagining with the mind's eye must work with different mechanisms.
I've always heard other women have this problem, but I've personally only ever experienced it with expensive brands like designer stuff, which designers for some reason think all women are so tiny that their size 18 should only be just barely big enough to fit a middle school girl.
Cheap stuff, especially stuff I find at walmart and such, seems extrodinarily consistent, to the point where I just pick up my size or one higher if they don't have it, and don't even bother to check if it fits.
Shoe sizes however... I'm 99% sure those are supposed to be standard, and yet I've found size 9s and size 12s that were the same size. Got sick of it and now I only buy men's shoes unless I need something fancy. Even then, logger boots are fancy enough to me.
Perhaps this will enlighten you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZVwFa-Fz5Q
And in case you don't feel like watching that: It's a meme harkening back to the stupidity displayed on a well known tumblr post, one of the many displays of which was somebody insisting 2 was odd.
Also see this Ace Attorney version, which is hilarious and the first place I'd heard of it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFcyYnUHVBA
I like your positivity.
Luckily, I am happy most of the time nowadays, just, y'know, in spite of my disorder.
This is what I do. If I don't want solutions, I always start with "This is just a rant, I don't need solutions, but..."
Usually that exact quote, so it's completely unambiguous. If I didn't start with something like that, 99% chance I'll be okay with presented solutions.
Sombyr
joined 1 year ago
I get what you're saying, but like OP I'm the kind of person who can call myself beautiful but also have self esteem issues. In my case, it's because I know it's objective fact that people keep telling me I'm attractive, but I can't see myself that way. Like, maybe I'm just surrounded by really supportive people who can ignore my shortcomings easier, and one day I'm going to be exposed to the fact that it turns out the majority of the world thinks I'm ugly.
It'd feel like dismissing everyone who's ever been attracted to me to not admit that on some level I must be attractive, which would be rude, but at the same time I need people to know I can't see what they see.