I’m pretty sure my baseline cortisol levels could kill a small animal. And probably shortened my lifespan by a few years.

My AuDHD is flavored by several varieties of anxiety and crippling depression, the former undiagnosed for most of my life and the latter two only being treated sporadically. I’ve had my episodes of shining in times of chaos (usually at work) but my brain’s go-to response is freeze.

It’s not very effective.

Sir Oscar Meyer
Wipes the Soylent from his hands as the sandwich was made
NO ONE WAS SAVED

I picked the wrong week to stop huffing hairspray.

I can’t stand the thought of selling myself every few years to job hop, let alone having to do it every day trying to monetize one of the few things left that I enjoy. When I was coming out of high school I entertained the thought of running my own PC/electronics repair business. It took maybe two months as a field service tech to put those thoughts away for good.

The reward for being good at toil is more toil.

Signed,
The guy who was good at streamlining and ended up with 3-4 different jobs but only one salary

That’s what I thought. But the brutal vote ratio had me questioning whether I was missing something.

I would like a wake up call at 9:30 and breakfast at 10 please.

Network monitoring engineers: explains for the umpteenth time that a node reporting down isn’t just a single dropped packet

“Fun” fact: Bain Capital killed both TRU and KayBee Toys.

It’s two fold.

One is quality of care. I was in a program that technically offered DBT. In a month’s worth of daily sessions (25 hours a week), we got two worksheets that introduced a couple of DBT concepts. Each was discussed for 50 minutes and then never spoken of again. I can count on one finger the number of therapists I’ve had that did active CBT work. And I hadn’t even heard of ACT until recently - one of the group facilitators in the program I’m attending brought it in as a passion project. The information is good but he’s struggling with the group dynamic.

The other is, it’s not that insurance doesn’t cover the techniques, it’s that providers may or may not work with the insurance your employer chose. At my last job, 75% of the in-network list in like a 25 mile radius comprised of one organization that was basically a pill mill with a raft of overwhelmed social workers. It was maddening. And the only options were pay out the ass for out of network, or get a new job and hope it wasn’t more of the same.

The US “health” “care” system no longer exists. Nobody in the pyramid cares about your health except for maybe your doctor. And there’s only so much they can do. It’s purely a “medical services industry,” whose sole purpose extracting profits from misery.

Hail corporate. 🫥

I think the joke was that in the US, it’s rare.

I’ll pass, thanks. 💀

A wristwatch that you can’t take off. With GPS and geofencing.

Always nice to find fellow Spoonerism enjoyers in the wild.

Oh, I’m not saying take them to group therapy. It’s just that it happens a lot in that setting.

Two words: Group. Therapy.

I’m immensely grateful for the help and support it’s provided but holy hell this happens a dozen times a session.

There’s no reason to try and appear strong and “well functioning” towards your doctor like you are probably used to doing for everyone else.

Just wanted to add onto this something I only recently found out about myself, and I can’t imagine I’m alone in this. There really isn’t a “mask off” version of “me,” because I started so early and it’s been so long (I’m in my 40s). I basically grew around the mask. When the mask is gone, it’s shattered. What’s left of “me” at that point is just a quivering pile of trauma, repression, guilt/shame, and maladaptive coping skills. There’s no in-between, just high- and non-functioning.

Yes, I am in therapy working on it. Double yes, it makes it difficult for anyone to believe that there’s anything amiss until I break. Tis no fun.

Muy suavamente