Last week, I looked up the phrase “Neurodivergent.” I’ve started seeing this term used on social media and felt the need to become more informed. Having never come across this phrase during my clinical Social Work studies, I was surprised to learn that it was coined in 1998 and refers to people whose brains develop or work differently. As a nonmedical term, its accuracy is broad and is applied to a wide range of disorders such as Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia and Dyspraxia.
As a child, I was diagnosed with ADHD, but went untreated. My mother, a nurse and armchair psychologist, did not believe in neurobehavioral disorders. Her opinion was that my actions and reactions were all conscious and therefore controllable. I knew that there was a reason I couldn’t pay attention or sit still, but I was a kid and couldn’t put it into words. Since I couldn’t explain it, I was always in trouble.
By the time I became an adult, I was sure of two things. (1) I thought different from all the other normal kids; and (2) I needed to learn psychology to figure out what was going on in my head to help others. I knew I wasn’t alone, I just needed to figure out the meaning of the mind and behavior.
Had someone explained to the mother of that blind neurodivergent child the reasons for the behavior, she might have got it. She might have let me get the help I needed. I probably wouldn’t have had to work four times as hard as the other kids just to get by.
This year, I resolve to make no resolutions. This will be a new year and I will make the best of it in whatever ways present themselves. The idea of making promises to improve just because it’s a new year doesn’t work because, if you don’t’ see an immediate payoff, you lose your determination. Resolving to do better and to take advantage of whatever comes your way is better as it’s open to anything and everything being a success. Resolving to have no resolution, in this case, is in a way saying I’m freeing myself to be my personal best.
I saw a story that made me sad and angry. I shared it on Twitter so that others would see it and become just as outraged. The only person who replied to it, got angry at me because I didn’t change the text of the headline to fit the story’s content. I just used the headline of the story as written by the news outlet. Now I’m the bad guy.
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For the blind of this country tomorrow is bright with promise. We believe in the future; we believe in ourselves; and we believe in the goodwill of our sighted friends and associates. We will put the batteries in our clocks; we will pour coffee for ourselves and others; and we will tap the charcoal-but we will do it quickly and with a light touch.
I wrestled with an alligator. I tussled with a whale. I handcuffed lightning, I thrown thunder in jail. Only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalised a brick. I’m so mean I make medicine sick.”
This is your world, live for it, love while you live, and live for the love that you find from others when they give.
When I was a podcaster, I did it for fun. I wasn’t about making money, changing people’s opinions, or even building an audience. If I wasn’t having fun it wasn’t worth doing. Today, as a listener, it seems like the hosts are all about making money with their sub-par performances.
One of my favorite shows is all about the merchandise. During an hour-and-a-half program there are at least 4 ad spots, and each is either him shilling for some corporation or hawking his own branded crap. Yes, I know he does the show to pay his bills, but if I hear one more Geico commercial, “DO you own… Do you rent,” I might just unsubscribe.
Maybe I should get back into the game. I’ve tried a few times, but life just keeps getting in the way. I know I’m good and could keep the party going. I just don’t know where I will find the time.
Four guys in heaven were arguing one day, and St. Peter asked what they were arguing about.
One responded, “We were arguing about what branch of the service was best.”St. Peter said he would pose the question to God, and God would publish a memo in about a week.
A while later a memo arrived. The text of the memo said that God had been asked what service branch was the best. God replied as follows:
“All branches of service served with dignity and honor. All members of all of the services served with dignity and honor. All branches of service are held in high esteem.”
I really wish someone could, in all seriousness, give me the TL-DR summary on why a data cap from my ISP is necessary. Everything I’ve read about the subject from a US perspective just says caps are needed in order to provide “fair”, tiered services at different price points based on speed and usage. Meaning, they want a reason to make us pay more for the privilege of watching Hulu and Netflix.
Yes, I get it. I was born in the era when the internet wasn’t found in most homes, and the infrastructure to use it, when you could, had to be over a telephone line. I have memories of trying to download songs and pictures and having to start over because the call waiting bleep interrupted my download. I even, remember the first taste of high-speed internet I had in college when I could download an entire album in 5 minutes. Oh, the joys!
But that was 20 years ago. 2021 has a high-speed net capable device in every pocket, a smart TV in every home, and 80-year-old grandmothers asking their children how to post selfies on Instagram.
You would think that during this time of technological advancement, big communication would get its act together and say, “Let’s just open the pipes up for everyone and charge for specialized internet services.” But no, the monied powers feel that its their right to milk every drop of our Triply taxed incomes out of our pockets because they want to offer tiered access to what has become a public utility.
I’m not smart enough to know the answer. I just know that there’s a slippery slope going on and that if we’re not careful, we’ll end up like a few communist countries I could name.
Life is NOT about waiting for the storm to pass.
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.