How do you use social media?
I started with AOL Instant Messenger and chat rooms. The reason I touch type at 90 wpm is that I had to learn to type fast enough to keep up in a chat room. I have friends in nearly every country in the world after 20+ years, and I do not take that for granted because most are in the audience right now.
I see you, Finn Bell. I see you. 😉
I don’t know if Supergrover would remember Finn or not, but I reviewed two of his books and Supergrover was my editor on them. We got an A+, because of course we did. I am the kind of person that would have LOVED working with her in high school, and she would have fucking HATED me. We’re as different as Meredith Grey and Christina Yang. Also, just FYI, Christina is coded as autistic. When you go back, you can’t unsee it.
But in terms of group projects in high school, she would have seen me as getting her to do all the work, which I am betting that EVERYONE in high school thought of her that way. It’s not that I would have been lazy. It’s that her system of organization would seem like Greek, and her perception of my lack of a system would drive her batshit insane.
Or, at least, that’s the impression that I get from her e-mails. That she’s relaxed off the clock and seemingly also wrapped too tight at others. But that could have just been annoyance at me, which is usually completely deserved, I’m not going to lie. I’m annoying. I get it.
ADHD/Autism is annoying, even to me.
I think it would surprise neurotypical people at how much neurodivergent people don’t understand about their processing disorders. We can’t define burnout, meltdown, demand avoidance, hyperactivity, etc., but like obscenity, “we know it when we see it.” You can thank SCOTUS for that line, because it was used in the Larry Flynt case.
So, with no definition beforehand, we often go into these strange behaviors with absolutely no explanation for them. Demand avoidance is the worst. Even making coffee, which should be exciting. Once my brain hears “you need to make coffee,” I can’t do it. Once I hear “you need to take a shower,” I can’t do it. I have to trick myself into all of these things, which is why I’m so grateful to live in a smaller house. I can hear everything David (he has become important enough that he gets a real name instead of a fake one) does in the morning, so I just do it, too. I go to bed around 9:00 PM, because Jack, who is also a dog, wakes up around 5:30, and then we snuggle until about six. I hear David get into the shower because of the pipes, and I go downstairs to make coffee.
That’s because one morning I heard him in the shower and started my own, then I heard him turn his off and restart when I got out. So, note to self. Have coffee and just wait. It’s so funny to me that Jack has jumped into being “my dog.” It’s kind of sweet, and David is actually used to it because this is Jack’s room. He’s been sleeping in here long before I did. So, therefore, it doesn’t bother David that Jack sleeps with me because David isn’t used to Jack sleeping with him, anyway. This is his bed. I’m just renting it. 😉
Jack was recently taken to the groomer’s, and it really brings out his Chihuahua ears. He’s mostly Jack Russell terrier, but there’s Chihuahua in there somewhere. He’s a doll baby, and the way he crawls under my covers when he’s cold is simply adorable. I keep it cold in here just due to the windows being open. We haven’t turned on the air conditioner because we don’t need it. But some days it’s colder than others. I’m just used to having the windows open and wearing more clothes because Portland, Oregon (it needs no other explanation, really. The entire city lacks air conditioning. Don’t go to an old restaurant in the summer. Jesus.
Summer here is truly a temperature swing, just like in Houston. You carry a hoodie in your backpack because outside it’s 105 and inside it’s 68 or something…. Especially in the museums when they’re not full, because the air conditioning is based on full capacity. I also want to take Bryn and Dave to the zoo, because first of all it’s free, and second of all this is the right time to go. I do not like walking around outside and then going to the reptile house and the gift shop. The air conditioner always blows my hair back (literally) because I don’t have much body fat to begin with. It’s an issue, because I’m always cold. I’m glad when Zac and I are out and about that I can hold on to him, because it makes me less likely to shiver in the grocery store (not kidding).
I have learned that a LOT of autistic people hate swings in temperature that large. For instance, I hate both indoors and outdoors. I have just as much trouble with the temperature swing from air conditioning to a hot shower….. Yet another reason why demand avoidance eats my lunch….. And why social masking is so invaluable.
Because “my dog” wakes up at 0530.
To get back to the prompt, I use social media to say all of these things, whether it’s in a private conversation or what is basically a letter to all y’all here (the difference between “y’all” and all “y’all” is the size of the audience- for other countries, ‘y’all” is a contraction of “you all” and basically a product of my Texas upbringing.).
I still type 90wpm, because I’m still trying to keep up with the chat room…. Except I’m the only one in it. I am trying to teach Jack to type, but it is going poorly.
I haven’t had long enough. Give me time.
Here’s Jack after his haircut.
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