Yes, I’ve given up anything resembling a dream career in any field. I’m too autistic for careers, and I’ve accepted that I will only ever have a “job.”

Being an unarmed security guard isn’t so bad.

It’s absolutely wild that the ability to cry when you need to is considered to be a trait exclusive to women. It’s absolutely essential for a healthy mind, and I’ve gotten quite good at it despite my useless Y chromosome.

I’m so sorry, that sounds awful. I did get lucky in the sense that I had one good enough parent, which is honestly probably while I’m still alive and doing alright. I still talk to my Mom on a weekly basis. She had a lot of unwinding to do after her divorce. It’s tricky to get an abusive narcissist out of your head. They have a way of living there.

I hope you’re doing better! Your perseverance is admirable as hell.

Sometimes getting through adversity and hardship can make us into better, tougher, and more empathetic adults than we would’ve been if our childhoods had been easier. I hope that’s the case for you.

Any good memories of my Dad are overwritten by the child abuse. I would’ve been better off being raised by a single mother. Today is… complicated.

MicroLED are currently being developed, so we’ll see what those are like. Imagining the world in 50 years is a scary exercise. There probably won’t be any wildlife left.

Whatever replaces OLED monitors. People are quick to defend OLED, citing the fabulous picture quality, but I’m not about to spend that kind of money on a display with a built in expiration date. They only last until the burn-in becomes too pronounced to continue enjoying it. This issue is especially troublesome for people who play certain games with persistent UI elements.

A friend showed me the movie “Mary and Max” (2009) which has an early scene where they describe the behaviors of Max, an autistic man. That’s what started me down the rabbit hole. All undiagnosed adults are aware how different they are compared to others, but that awareness is mostly suppressed by masking. Mostly.

Excellent! There are definitely both pros and cons to finding out, but I believe that the pros outweigh the cons. Perhaps the most significant pro is that it helps alleviates self hatred.

I was 28 when I was diagnosed autistic. Up until then I had just assumed I was shitty and worthless. Turns out there has never been anything wrong with me, it’s actually society that has failed me.

I hope the r/evilautism sub makes it to Lemmy. That one was always my favorite before my IP ban. It makes sense that autistic people would be more likely to receive Reddit bans than a neurotypical user, as we’re statistically left leaning and don’t really have filters. And we hate Musk.

Well I’m autistic so I miss like half the shit normies try to convey. Maybe we’re not as small of a minority as I had previously thought…

I guess I didn’t know that. Yikes. I’m glad I don’t eat many canned goods.

Fittingly enough, that was the first of his novels I read and will likely be the first one I reread.

Oh! Interesting. Eating cold soup out of the can sure is a vibe. Way to be yourself!

Don’t eat from the can. The inside of the can is lined with plastic, so if you heat the can itself the plastic will leach into your food.

I plan to reread all Clive Barker novels a second time, at some point in my life. His prose is just so unique and has an effortless beauty about it that I’ve yet to find in another author.

Plot can only really draw you in once… when you already know what happens in a story it doesn’t have the same pull it had the first time. But prose has a lasting appeal, one that can be revisited. The indescribable quality of the way that words can make you feel is unique to the relationship between reader and writer.

I don’t. At least not anymore. I used to have a 40 hour, Monday through Friday job, but I had to find something else or I would’ve ended up having a breakdown. I’m autistic, and my life has been a series of periods of trying to be the person society wants me to be, failing, and then spending several years burnt out and unable to function before repeating the whole process. If I hadn’t been able to live with one of my parents during those burnout periods I would’ve likely ended up homeless.

I’ve found that I simply cannot work 5 days a week. Even 40 hours over 4 work days will eventually burn me out. So I found a job that offers 12 hour shifts, and I work weekends. I pick up one or two shifts during the work week when they’re available. I average 32 hours a week.

It’s unarmed security, and it works for me, even though it doesn’t pay well. I’ve just accepted that I will be poor, and my life is much better this way. Capitalism has brainwashed us into believing that money is more valuable than time, and there’s something wrong with you if you can’t match what is expected of you.

Last Week Tonight did a story about dollar stores:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p4QGOHahiVM

Yeah, they’re as bad as you’d expect.