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Malinger means "paint, different types of paint" here. So I get more colorful search results. Language is fun.Fun word of the day: Malinger. That yields some very intersting search results.
"Dumpster fire" is a term I have used a lot on here too lol.Hmm...Well, that was I think the term is 'dumpster fire'. I have the most reprehensible desire to laugh, but it is the exact, wrong reaction. I am a truly dreadful creature.
"Dumpster fire" is a term I have used a lot on here too lol.
I'm also a dreadful creature who laughs at horrible things.
Something I was not truly terrible at as a kid...watercolours. Picked up a simple set and some paper to see if anything comes of it. I have a few ideas I want to try.
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I love animals, but I HATE hearing animals clean themselves or eating their food.As a human, I have hypocrisies. One of my biggest? I don't have much patience with people who nitpick and complain about things. (Poky drivers in the zoom zoom lane excluded. Those are a legitimate gripe.)
e.g.
Our greyhound Zwi likes to whine, nothing wrong, he just whines. My reply: Is your head on fire? Are you bleeding, maimed, or otherwise injured or ill?
Zwi stops whining because he knows I will either crate him or put him outside. Neither place is Mordor, but it also isn't his big bed upstairs.
I'm a hardass about things, but I will easily get bent out of shape if things in my routine are upset. It is usually a really stupid thing, but it will be one little stupid thing too many and then I'm mad at myself for being mad and doing exactly that which annoys me. Crabbing. And then I get mad about the hypocrisy of my own hypocrisy.
And that really doesn't make a lot of sense...
Some people begrudge the small bits of peace and contentment others find through their own efforts. These individuals seem to assume those who find contentment bear the malcontent malice, and thusly the malcontent are not happy until they receive the apology they are entitled to because of the assumed ill of the contented. Basically people who have something that another covets need to apologize for having what another wants. They need to apologize for existing in a state that the malcontent wants.
Reality check. The world doesn't owe anybody anything and if you want something, if it really matters you'll get off your rump and find a way forward. Entitlement is sitting on your hands and whining about what the world didn't hand you instead of taking resources into account and looking for a solution.
Entitlement is nit picking, fault finding, and excuse making. It is always having something to complain about no matter what needs are met. (Food, shelter, employment, transportation, hobbies, etc.) It is a spoon tithe that is never satisfied and drains everyone in proximity. It isn't that others bear the malcontent malice; it is because the malcontent demand tithes that few can afford to pay.
So the self sufficient avoid the malingerers to protect their spoons and their own hard won well-being.
Entitlement is a behavioural mindset that can be changed with conscious effort, but in order for it to be addressed, it has to be acknowledged. And that is a truth some people cannot face. The fact that much of our misery is of our own making.
Personally, I ended up with a major shutdown last week, but I didn't get on social media and broadcast it. I did what I needed to reground myself and focused on recalibrating to the point where I was at. It was a shutdown. It was unavoidable and I got through it one step at a time. It was a nightmare. I was not okay in any way, shape, or form. It was nobody's fault; it was a basic fact and it happened.
So yes, I do know how it feels to be bone weary and so shutdown that you cannot do anything, that being awake is a battle, but you are too tired to sleep. That things that can help are too much effort, but you have to try again at some point. I got off my rump and I picked myself up because I had responsibilities. And if I didn't bother to try no one was going to hold my hand and go: There, there...
I have accountability to myself to maintain the gains I've made and to regroup when I hit a set back. And a surprising side effect of retracing one's steps...you can find things you didn't realise you had mislaid.
Sorry about the rant, but certain behaviours that are chronically rewarded can be very galling to those who put in effort to do the best they can with their own resources. Those who don't draw on community resources and often contribute to them are often the ones taken the most for granted because they are so reliable and self-sufficient. But it doesn't mean they don't struggle. Far from it.
When the self-sufficient fall, it can be much further down because we have come so far and suddenly we fail and are vulnerable. Hell, sometimes we even have to ask for help, which for the hyper-independent can seem like an insurmountable task in and of itself...because we feel we have no right to ask for another's resources because we have done nothing to earn the spoons that are given.
We take ourselves as much for granted, occasionally moreso, than society. We don't see our own worth because we are too busy lending spoons, suring up those around us, and apologizing for taking up space that we forget we have a right to exist.
We hide every emotion, the overwhelm, seal each crack in the facade. We stay silent because what is the point when no one will hear you because you've done such a perfect job of being reliable and invisible. When we fall apart is in a place where no one sees us because we are less than those entitled to apologies and as many spoons as they can get.
It is a quiet form of self-sabatoge carried out in secret because we feel like we owe our best efforts to everyone except ourselves. We are less than everyone, thusly, our own needs are denied by our own actions until we break.
I just infodumped big time...on another forum.
No no no, now that you are a dork with a bathtub full of plants you have advanced to Epitome of Cool.
We just spent the greater part of the last 24 hours without power. 6:00 pm they said yesterday...and it came back on at 8:30 am. I'm no math wiz, but that is really bad math.
Rue Dog scared the snot out of a tweenager who was caught trying to force open our front screen to grab Potato Cat this afternoon...
I should feel bad for that kid, (and to a point I can empathize with their rotten circumstances), but this kid was attempting to break into my home to take a beloved family pet and got caught red handed, literally. Potato Cat scratched her when she tried to grab him.
She lied to her mother, to the police, and tried to have my dog impounded and my cat taken. In this instance, the fear was deserved.
She seemed fine with snatching a cat from his home and condemning a good dog to be destroyed to avoid punishment and attain her goal.
Thank goodness the truth came out in an avalanche of evidence and documentation. I still cannot comprehend trying to do such a thing, especially to an innocent animal.
Yes, it is a classic example of poor decision making and impulse control, which is something a lot of NDers struggle with, but there are times when consequences are justifiably earned.
This is one such case.
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