RiverGhost

A quick test for this is, are you good at making a good first impression or short time of friendship and then it kinda falls off with time? If yes, masking is likely in play.

Can confirm. This is my entire life.

But like, a prism only reveals what was already inside that light beam.

All the time. My life has been pretty good when it comes to external circumstances, but I have a severe lifelong mood disorder.

So I’m constantly feeling bad and there’s never any ‘reason’.

So do I. This has more to do with being an terrifying entitled, out of touch billionaire. Who also happens to be autistic.

Same in Sweden, it’s understood that it’s going to suck and you’ll be uncomfortable but that it’ll pass. It’s a given for a lot of people here that it won’t be a problem to stop working while sick. Just rest and small comfort measures (for me, nose spray, ibuprofen if needed, sleeping and whining to myself).

I agree, but I think I understand why I do it.

TL:DR Maladaptive behavior that is however ultimately harmless since I don’t bother people.

I was a “gifted child”; was always like 2 school years ahead, started uni at 15 and every single person I met would praise me for being the youngest. I was immature so it got to my head. I also have always looked much younger than I am, which also invites comments. Finally, I also have AuDHD and I’m constantly anxious about not acting my age and being too immature. So I try to look at other people’s ages to guide me in how I’m supposed to behave.

All of this is maladaptive and I’ve gotten a lot better with time, and I’m still working on it, but I’m not particularly bothered about the actual fact of having an interest in people’s ages. I make sure I don’t ask them about it or bother them about it, but many just offer this information on their own.

It’s probably normal to forget. I am probably the odd one in that I’m always very aware of my age and I’m almost 40. I’m also acutely aware of the ages of people around me, and (very mildly) uncomfortable if I don’t know someone’s age.

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I was lucky i found this store that sells second hand devices from big companies that have bought too many? ( dunno how it actually works), but the quality is sometimes fully new, or have been used briefly; much cheaper and older models like my S10E, which I think it’s from 2018.

I tend to break phones rather often unfortunately (very clumsy, small hands and lack of pockets) so I want to have something like this still available. I do use screen and case protectors and all that. It still lands on the floor quite often :/

I do read extremely fast in my native language (Spanish). Feels like entire sentences go straight into concepts and my brain builds a whole world based on what I’m reading.

However I started reading in a verbalized way with my second and third languages (English and Swedish) because I was completely useless at pronunciation, while reading at a high level. So I had to learn the sounds and they started invading my reading, which I sort of resent.

But the verbalization is still very mild; faint, monotone, non-enunciated.

Some people talked about poetry and I hadn’t considered that my absolute lack of poetry-sense could be related. People have told me about the metrics and whatnot and it really doesn’t click. I have to sort of analyze a poem and explain it to myself in prose, and I imagine that defeats the purpose of poetry?

I’ve had an S10E for a while and didn’t even know the headphone jacks are no longer the norm!

Honestly, nothing. No matter how strong my interest is in something, it will eventually shift dramatically and I’ll have trouble listening to any other thing.

Seems to be the same as it started near Grindavík, the city that was evacuated previously as a precaution.

Same to be honest. I was small, weak and also bullied; but some other kids were bullied in a way it feels like I wouldn’t be able to get over.

I just watched and even laughed if everyone else was laughing.

Not the person you replied to, and not a kink, but:

I would absolutely be more willing to clean my ears if I had this straw-like mechanism. I still do it, but it feels like a huge effort. I also end up with drops all over me.

I can’t really explain why.

I’m inverse you.

Genuinely overthinking this very reply.

Luckily, I’m also impulsive.

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Sweden

I love the kind of mangoes I used to get in the tropics. Small, very sweet, yellow skin with soft fibers. I’d plock them directly from any tree around me. The skin itself was soft and sweet so no peeling needed.

There’s another kind of mango that locally we called “manga”. It’s bigger, often with reddish and greenish colors mixed with the yellow. It’s more fibrous and significantly less sweet. I really don’t like these, but it’s all I can get where I live now, possibly because the ones I like are harder to preserve and export.

since they can barely do it to people.

Ah that old autistic = no empathy myth, haven’t seen anyone in the wild believing in it.