Tell us that you discovered you were autistic as an adult without directly telling us that. Imply it by sharing personal experiences.
Whenever I get stressed I find something to alphabetize.
In the last few years I started to describe myself as an introvert-extrovert with a social battery.
Behold my bewilderment when I found out it’s masked auDHD.
I recently found out that it’s not common to always buy the same brand of generic food types like apple juice, fish fingers, cereal,…
Wait…people are just changing up brands haphazardly when they go shopping? Do they investigate the brand and make a rational choice beforehand, or are they 1700s trans-Atlantic risk-takers just upheaving their entire lives on a whim?
get this right, it genuinely shocked me too. some people just… look at the product, and then go “i’ll buy that!” and then they buy it. they are not even making a conscious choice when doing this. their brain intuitively tells them “yes, this one” and they don’t have to think it out.
more often than not, the product that wins is the product with the better or “flashy” packaging and style. that’s one reason why they spend all that money on advertising and branding. to me, it’s sooo strange. why would you not read up on your choice beforehand, or at least investigate each packet to check for food aversions, find out which one is the best $/unit value, etc? why should the packet the food is in, have any substantial bearing on your choice of purchase? (there are edge cases where the packet matters, i know)
to answer your question, yeah there is a lot of risk-takers out there!😱
I’ll get what’s cheapest. Apple juice is apple juice. If it’s bad apple juice, I’ll remember.
I don’t understand why people with autistic kids describe their kids needs as special. These needs are all completely normal. There must be some misunderstanding.
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lmaoooooo 😂
I’ve heard so many accounts of parents learning they were autistic because their kids were discovered to be autistic.
“…and that was so annoying, like, why are they arguing with my diagnosis”
“Huh. I suppose I’m still arguing with mine”