Why is it always trains?!
I love public transportation. Am I autistic?
Edit: Sorry everyone, I'm joking. Until I'm not in a following comment.
I'm a microbiologist. That's pretty normal. Things that look smooth and even when viewed normally frequently look different when significantly magnified. Your eyes can't resolve the fine details so your brain fills in the gaps.
It's a prepared cheese product! My uncle used to work at a factory that made it so I know their process.
It was only about 40% cheese, and the cheese utilized was a blend of the bits left over from making things like cheese sticks. This was combined with milk, milk proteins, and several emulsifiers to keep it from separating into oil and solids as it solidifies and again if it's melted.
Even the US won't allow it to be called cheese. It's called a "pasteurized prepared cheese product" because it doesn't contain enough cheese to legally call itself cheese or any variant of processed cheese.
All men are people but some men are more people than others.
I know more than I care to about POTS and what you're describing is pretty severe. Have you pursued a formal diagnosis and/or treatment? Feel free to hit me up if you haven't and want assistance there. It'll likely require some self advocacy which can be difficult, especially at first.
You may know this already, but POTS is frequently comorbid with mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS). I have it, hence why I'm familiar with all this. If that is or may be your situation too, addressing the MCAS often helps with POTS problems.
My family dynamic was also similar to yours, so I know how awful it can be. The chronic stress is actually what got me sick. I'm sorry you're dealing with it now. I have resources that have helped me deal with repairing all that trauma and I'd be happy to share.
Feel free to ask anything if you have any questions!
Just like my ochem lab partner. We just huffed diethyl ether on the sly and tried not to fuck up too much.
You got it. Bears and dogs/wolves last shared a common ancestor around 55 million years ago, whereas lions and domestic cats had their ancestral split about 11M years ago.
I'm surprised he hasn't already! I'm closer to half his age and I think I'd die within years if I lived like him.
This is a great question and speaks to your maturity and ability to introspect. Seriously, internet high five.
Regardless of the marriage dynamic, being able to clearly and compassionately communicate thoughts and feelings is a useful skill. More than speaking clearly and concisely, communication is most effective when all involved parties are good listeners, for example by asking questions for better understanding, paraphrasing what was heard to let the speaker know they're understood, and acknowledging the underlying needs and emotions to show you care. Books I've found to be useful are "Nonviolent Communication" by Marshall Rosenberg, "Couple Skills" by Matthew McKay, and "A Couple's Guide to Communication" by John M. Gottman.
Anecdotal: One of my good friends is in an arranged marriage and found "Love Will Follow: Making Love and Intimacy Work in Indian Couples" by Shaifali Sandhya to be helpful.
That's why I like Blahaj - no downvotes to silence dissent or minority voices.
It wasn't uncommon on Reddit for me to ask an entirely on-topic question that I could not find being asked before and to get downvoted to oblivion. I later found I could delete these and repost verbatim a few hours or even days later and they'd often receive a positive response. The single biggest predictor of whether or not a neutral comment was inexplicably dogpiled upon was the first two votes. If it dipped to -1, it was typically done for.
Oh. Ohhhhh shit. I was joking around, then I read your first link out of curiosity. Then I started reading related articles.
That's so me. My old psychiatrist and I were on the fence about if I was autistic or if we simply share some traits since I have CPTSD (thanks dad!) and ADHD, but eventually settled on the latter. This has me thinking I need to reevaluate with my new psychiatrist.