So uh. I’m having a bit of a hard time understanding the difference between adhd and autism.
I have heard it has to do with adhd being attention based but can’t autistic people have issues with attention too? Both have issues paying attention if the subject isn’t interesting/isn’t about a special interest or hyperfixation.
I mean I have also heard the attention span thing can connect to social issue too, that people with adhd have trouble socializing due to their attention spans where as autistic people struggle with socializing cause of social cues but I thought both struggled with social cues? I thought both misunderstood social cues with some expections? (This does not enclude people with both adhd and autism, I know traits will overlap)
So how is adhd and autism different?
Edit: so I read the Neurodivergent Insight post about Autism vs Adhd and it seems that people with adhd can understand social cues but only if they are able to focus so the social cues part I said is inaccurate.
I’m gonna try and do a bit more research on the differences between hyperactivity and repetitive behaviors and then write them here when I get a chance because that seems to be the largest difference between adhd and autism
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“For how long have you had feelings for him?”… Lord the way they keep making Eloise this non-observant clueless friend to everyone is crazy to me… especially continuously with Pen (and now Cressida also). She never fathomed that Pen could want to participate in ton events, want to be married, want to have even the bare minimum opportunity to be entertained by a man, and yet anytime Pen goes against anything Eloise always talked about she’s so surprised?? Maybe if you talked with your friends instead of at them we wouldn’t be running into this situation continuously El…
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This has probably been posted before but here is the official video of the ICJ’s public hearing from today.
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Why do yall follow ppl without going through their blog first. I say that I’m a bitch and fuck AI in my navigation post, it’s literally right there for you to see it!
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"Our forever was supposed to last longer... please... please come back to me..."
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I see myself in a career where I attend all types of exclusive elegant events, network & befriend many important, influential people (not influencers) over wine and expensive plates, fly to major cities around the world & stay in luxury hotels, dress expensively, be involved in important executive meetings, and retiring to my house in the hills. 💖
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Besides the intense drinking culture of both the Gallaghers and the general south side, the addiction gene from his parents you can never escape. A major, the near sole contributing factor of lips alcoholism is from college. He is almost entirely isolated. He is a first generation college student (high school was easy, it was nothing. He’s never done this before.) He’s from a “low income family”. Everyone else grew up “comfortably” (read: rich). He doesn’t know anyone and doesn’t have a way to connect, it’s near impossible when you’re different, you have these fundamentally different backgrounds and childhood experiences. But parties? Drinking? That’s what he can do, what everyone can do. And so he does. And then he just doesn’t stop. Why would he? It’s normal, it’s comfortable, it’s connecting, everyone loves a good party, that he can do. It feels like the only thing he knows.
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I think your post about SidNate buying a house/some kind of property in Cape Breton might be real. I don’t have any inside scoop ha but one of the fans who met Sid in Halifax today with his son, the story felt almost like they were stalking Sid.
Because they said that someone told them where Sid was/going to be and they pulled up there in time to see him get out of his car? Who’s around Sid that knows his schedule that much and can confidently tell other people and be right? And mentioning that Sid is going back to Pittsburgh one of these days? IDK it was a nice picture, he was polite with them as usual but the circumstance around it made me uncomfortable.. People really do know about his whereabouts (and Nate’s too) a little too much.
i assume you’re referring to this facebook post from a couple days ago. yeah, i feel a similar way about it; it feels a little to close to the stalking end of things for comfort. i’m sure getting privacy is hard for them. someone (maybe nate, i think on some podcast?) has also mentioned before that people have paddled out onto the lake to try and get a glimpse of them, bc since 2015, people have been able to figure out where sid lives in the halifax area bc of There’s No Place Like Home. apparently their addresses are basically common knowledge around halifax these days, so it’d make sense to find a different getaway.
as i’ve said, so far it’s only rumours off of reddit, so who knows. but i did lose my mind a little bit at the idea that they bought houses on a golf course together. if it’s true: good on them for getting some privacy, and also: can you imagine how great of a time you’re gonna have when all you do all day is eat, golf, (fuck,) and sleep? good for them.
from these and these reddit posts
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Not to expose myself as Old or anything, but I remember when I was a child and I would see fireflies in the summer nights.
There were so many I wanted to put them in a jar and have them light up by my bedside but my mother explained to me that this would kill them as they cannot survive inside a jar and so I settled for watching them. They were like magic to me. Embers that came and went with no fire in sight but themselves.
And now in the place I grew up, I see nothing. Just mosquitoes and ants and flies, large beetles if I’m lucky, but the only lights in the small hours of the night are on houses and street corners, burning with electricity while being so cold and lifeless. Moths wasting their lives flocking to them before getting caught and dying, growing the pile of carcasses that make the light from the bulbs hazy but not obscured enough to make a difference.
I remember summer nights when they were alive, and when days were full of butterflies instead of rows of houses sprayed neatly with poisons so their petunias and marigolds look brighter, and the sounds of shots and cats running down cottontails that would see purpose to those plants.
The lawns are now green, nourished by poisons and carcasses and blood, but when those flowers bloom in the garden, I fear there will be no one left to pollinate them.
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