Also, just a fantastic show. Feels like time to do a re-watch, being reminded of it, and though I don’t have fancy speakers, I’ll have to pay extra attention to the audio.

My brain originally interpreted this as .palace, not .place, and I think I discovered our house’s true name. C’mon, honey, to the Autism Palace! 🏰

(Also, this is awesome!)

Also anxiety/guilt paralysis mellow…

It feels like 80% of Lemmy can find themselves in this photo…

Nice! I was in a similar place with having to juggle other conditions and medication changes to be able to take stimulants, which exacerbated the hell out of everything, but damned if it didn’t need to be done for my health, anyway, haha. I hope the beta blockers help!

If you need ask that question, I’m not sure I could offer an answer that may be satisfactory, or relatable to your own experiences (because it most definitely differs)! Though, I know it can come with its own cons for some, it’s fantastic that were able to receive a childhood diagnosis, and don’t feel similarly to adults who grew up with their ADHD symptoms being dismissed to the point that we regularly question our own validity. I have my own [insert sob story here] reasons for why I doubt myself, but no, I don’t doubt my diagnosis.

Whatever hurdles you still have, dear Stamets, I hope you’re able to keep working towards getting meds. Some fiction-worthy circumstances made my own undertaking SUCK, and it took other extreme health trials for me to even tackle the whole process properly in the first place, cause all that stuff made me a pro with “just one more day of this shit, and I can die tomorrow, right?”, but so far it’s been utterly worthwhile. We can all cry, together!

Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like “But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?”

Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.

Think I’ll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).

Of which the response is: “okay,” or worse: “👍”

Can someone also explain ‘go brrr’, cause I just think of vibrating doorstop springs, but that can’t be right…

I wish this was more talked about, when people mention classic sci-fi. I’m an avid SF reader, particularly older stuff, and it could almost be a drinking game of how few pages it’ll take before you find an offensively outdated reference, no matter how great the book. But every time I’ve picked up a Heinlein, hoping to find more positive points in classic stuff, I’m left just…feeling ooky. An easy example being the lesser known Friday, with the “happy” part of the extremely unrealistic female protagonist’s journey: marrying one of her gang-rapists. I haven’t been able to make a dent in my stack of Heinlein’s since that nonsense. Too many other great and interesting authors that weren’t horrid shitbags.

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Barring any issues that could have brought her in certain circumstances, that’s adorable! How nice to have something immediately positive to wake up to, besides the post-surgery uncomfortable everything else. I was very happy to learn that our state is one of the few that’s thankfully outlawed got-dang pelvic examinations under general anesthesia, unless they have specific prior consent - with some of the things US teaching hospitals allow, I’d be down for some unethical unconscious skincare.

Neat, that’s legitimately interesting! Maybe you have something unique in your physiology that gives you a different perspective? I’m pushing 6 surgeries under general, and around 5 precedures under IV, probably missing some numbers with my now shoddy memory forming capabilities, but my experiences with the knockout sedation could be described much more similarly to your experience, and a few of the IV sedations weren’t as deep, so I remember a bit more of the “in and out”, but mostly it’s just “Oh, yeah, I feel there’s a change in my coherence-BLACKOUT”, and then next awareness is recovery room beeps.

I could easily spew up the angry contents of the rabbit holes that are lobotomies, and their horror, but yeah, I also agree that that’s a weird reaction. I chuckled. I may have to reserve your comment for my next intake at the neurologist, depending on the vibe in the room (but also not, cause those folks professionally monitor how well my brain is functioning lol)

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Proper explanation, indeed - you never get all the way through the countdown before you time travel. Beforehand, though (at least in my too many to count without it sounding like a weird brag experiences), the “last words” moment is before the mask, but after the pre-anesthesia. Depends on the procedure, and probably the person, too.

Much appreciated! I sure as heck hope that, too, haha - my username is mostly related to my epilepsy, and how my oodles of seizures make me feel. Just…various, classic Windows error “bonk!” sounds, amongst other glitches, but in ma’ brain.

Then I’m glad I know my entire team, going in, and they’re all remarkably empathetic to their terrified, high-risk patient! Chances are, any final words through twilight sleep will be a last sentiment to my spouse, in case I don’t make it through. After my tight-five, of course, using the IV pole as a mic.

This gives me a sense of satisfaction by proxy.