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[robertalanclayton]

Through the window, Pasadena, RA Clayton #mannequin #frontwindow

[theautisticdoctor]

Have you ever been screened for adhd? I see that there is a lot of overlap in adhd and autism diagnosis. How was it for you?

Autism and ADHD do have a lot of similarities, as well as ADHD and (c)PTSD. I am officially diagnosed with autism and cPTSD, but I do also score very high on the ADHD spectrum. I got asked once if I wanted to get officially tested, but I refused because at that time my brain just couldn’t handle another label. I absolutely despise labels and getting them put on me gives me massive stress, because I feel so inadequate and as a failure (I’m still working on that). My autism also got kind of buried under all the other labels that got put on me, and I felt like it was going to happen with this again. I don’t do well in adjusting or acknowledging new things and it takes ages for me to accept these labels.

Just like autism, ADHD is also a neurodevelopment disorder, which means it would have been there in my childhood, so for me it is most useful to look how I was as a child. As a child I was not hyperactive at all, only disorganised with a lot of executive dysfunction, impulsivity when high stress levels occurred and easily distracted with bursts of hyperfocus and -fixation. My brother however has always been hyperactive, impulsive, and easily distracted (although he’s also diagnosed with cPTSD). He for example as a 2 year old managed to jump out of the high chair more often than actually sit in it or rock and bounce it back and forth so hard that he would flip over with chair and all. So he is definitely an ADHD’er. Me you could have put in a corner of the room and completely forget I even existed, which therefore also happened, because I wouldn’t make a sound, wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t crawl away from my designated space. You could give me a toy and I would be satisfied with it all day, figuring out all ins and outs, when I was done playing I would start taking it apart and would put it back together, over and over again. Where my brother would throw his toys through the frontwindow of the car (literally) because he was just bored with them and needed more stimuli. My cPTSD diagnosis makes it very complicated to distinguish what symptoms are from traumatic stress and what has been there since before the structural stress (because the structural stress also started in very early childhood) from ADHD or autism.

For me I think it is more helpful to look at it from a holistic perspective instead of adding more quite meaningless labels for a group of symptoms that one might have, I just have a neurodevelopment disorder with a spectrum of symptoms. I have made an inventory of those symptoms and the scope of these symptoms is already a huge disability for which I need to make adjustments to my life. Labels should be used as a tool to help people and their support system understand, figure out and learning to cope with their symptoms. The label is solely there to serve a purpose, but it doesn’t give you any clue about the extent, severity or suffering of the person. In my practice I always tell my patients that I’m treating a person, not just the lab results or diagnoses, and I expect others to do the same with me. I hate it when people only look at results or labels and create their entire treatment plan based on that, you should look at the human that’s sitting in front of you.

The autism spectrum has a major overlap with the ADHD spectrum. This overlap includes things like sensory issues, stimming, emotional regulation difficulties, impulse control difficulties, executive dysfunction, interest-based nervous system, interconnected thought processes and patterns, hyperfixations and -focus or special interests, social differences and difficulties, communicative difficulties, rejection-sensitivity dysphoria, and making eye contact difficulties. In both disorders the amount of stress or overwhelm is what can make the symptoms worse. Some specific symptoms to ADHD are the cravings to new things and experiences, attention and focus regulating difficulties, which could make it harder to read social cues, inhibition difficulties, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness. Whereas some of the specific symptoms to autism are the cravings to routine, order and familiarity, with craving for strict adherence, intuitive disability to read social cues, self soothing through repetitive behaviour, thoughts and routines. When my stress levels rise I tend to move towards the ADHD spectrum, but it keeps contributing to my rising stress levels, so I am thinking it is more masking / coping than actually ADHD. I think, I therefore really fit the autism spectrum better than the ADHD spectrum. But I don’t know, maybe I’ll be ready one day to get myself actually tested, because it also wouldn’t really surprise me if I was.

[skarletchains]

Sinday Asks are open! Ask my muse all the naughty things you want to know!

"Do you enjoy looking at those?",they had sat down on a bench in the mall with their chinese-noodles balanced on their knees. The air was buzzing of noises- people talking, music over loudspeakers humming, footsteps over footsteps over footsteps drumming endlessly against the malls tiled floor. The woman pointed with a short, gnarled finger to one of the frontwindows of a lingerie-shop and while infront of the store stood a small group of giggling girls, Senritsu looked up to Kurapika with her head tilted to the side like a curious bird with honest attention while she listened, listened, listened: "I actually always thought the goal of such mhmmmmm...apassionato times is to not wear cloth."

Sinday Asks are open! Ask my muse all the naughty things you want to know!

“Mm?” After eating the small piece of meat that came in his cup of Chinese noodles, Kurapika looked at the shop window again. There were a few outfits that left nothing to the imagination, but there were a couple that were more provocative, more erotic, and definitely more interesting. Kurapika blinked a few times before finally answering “I guess in some way, yes, I do”

Laughing very softly, Kurapika held up two fingers in explanation. "Yes and no, it always depends on the person's tastes. First, as for the amount of clothing, while it's usually preferable to wear no clothing at all, there's a certain eroticism in an intimate meeting half-dressed. Both too desperate to bother taking off their clothes completely and just looking for what's necessary so they can…" Kurapika stopped when he saw a couple walk by with their little boy holding their hands and he simply laughed almost inaudibly, shaking his head "… finally becoming one"

"Second, as for the lingerie itself, it can be a good resource as foreplay to raise the heat a bit. How long the lingerie stays on the person wearing it will depend on each couple. There are those who prefer to keep it on and others who after a few moments end up taking it off" Kurapika's eyes fell on the group of girls who were giggling shyly and pointing at some of the outfits with slight squeals before placing them back on their cup of noodles.

"But of course… that takes time. Time to slowly reveal the lingerie, time to enjoy the feel of silk, time to admire your partner's body subtly showing through the lace fabric, time to explore, time to enjoy the different stimuli as they get rid of it or not and the heat gets higher and higher…" Kurapika's chopsticks were slowly turning between the noodles "Well, time" Time that they didn't usually have. Finally, Kurapika brought the bunch of noodles to his mouth and hummed softly at the taste "Have I solved your doubt, Senritsu?" Kurapika turned to look at her, his lips curving into a soft, small smile.

{ @hunting-songs }

[maodebo]

So I've just finished watching the anime The Irresponsible Captain Tylor (good stuff) and I was itching for old shows about space so I've decided to rewatch Gunbusters, I've watched it years ago and hated it but u know maybe I was naive, maybe I didn't get it, it's only 6 eps so I can retry no problem, it's short

ok, animation is phenomenal and I adore the art style, I had to pause some frames just to soak in the details gnnn so good. I love older shows done on animation cels, u can feel the material trought the screen, it's rough, it has imperfections but god it feels real and tangible! U see that blinding light? that was done by flashing actual light trought the cel! Stuff looks more real than today shows and I dont know why, especially the technology! I can't explain it, when u see computers in today shows they feel lifeless, but in older shows something about the art style and medium gives them that ummph. I can smell the yellowed plastic on that windows 95 desktop, the pistons on that mecha feel powerfull n thick. This show doesn't shy from drawing circuits n stuff gnnnn I u dont want to watch the show and just need a peek go watch the opening and the ending, they rock in terms of animation.

now first episode… [spoilers ahead]

what do u mean they are physically training with the robots? That doesnt make any sense. they are like a car, u dont need to be strong to drive a car. I understand doing movements with the mecha to train your dexterity with the controls. But running while pulling weights in the mecha? Why? U just need to run with the mecha to get used to drive the thing in that matter, the 50laps on the mecha after disabling the auto-stabilizers makes sense. BUt running up a flight of stairs with iron shoes???? Why????

I will ignore how they are able to pilot these death machines without safety regulations, couple of people must have been squished by a careless student, so many holes in that school from robots falling etc etc how are they powered etc etc But for the sake of anime I let these details slide. (One detail, they show how pilots enter the mecha which is cool, a retractable ladder comes out of the crotch and the pilot is in the middle of the robot, so the mecha just slides up n down for the cockpit access)

But then the new coach enters the scene, sees all students quickly adapting to the disabling of the stabilizers and then protag just fails and he is like "she will be the ace to save the world". Dude what? Ah but she has potential! WHere????? She is a clutz she cant multitask and u cant possibily tell me u saw something in her, u just met her, u werent there all her years at the academy, u didnt study her to see something lurking beneath the surface of her failures (u know classic stuff like "U didnt know you were lefthanded, they taught u wrong, just do the same thing u do with your hobby but in this other scenario etc etc). I stand by the bullies when they say this feels like nepotism and it is! U are a survivor of her father's ship. Why didn't u pick the second best student? "ah I dont need to explain" oh but she got better, duh she was trained by the new coach of course she got better, but even then she was still worse than the second best, in their battle u can cleary see she still struggles with multitasking

but oh oh then she turns off the monitors and manages to defeat her rival… uhm how? we see that the monitors are the only thing that lets u see the outside. Yes I can change gear in my car without looking at the stick but that's simply multitasking, I bet the rival was doing the same thing, moving without having to look at all the stuff, I don't turn off the frontwindow of my car to drive! realistically she should have missed the anime kick at the end. Plus If u want to hire someone to save the Earth I would probably bet to the girl who is consistently better than the girl who just happened to win once and has a track record of failure. We need the 2 best pilots from your school, ok here's the best pilot and a girl who just learned how to use the mecha 1 month ago, yeah she has spent the rest of her years at the academy falling off but she did manage to beat ONCE the second best student of the school who otherwise always performed well so I gotta give the second seat to the newbie. This has nothing to do to the fact that she is the daughter of my dead captain of whose ship I was a survivor.

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[werspinna]

the bakers heads pop up from the counter, offer a small wave to Wolf. What surprise! Who would have thought she’d have a mission where he held this months inter dimensional pop up. Though his smile slowly dropped when he saw the familiar red substance pooling around her feet. “That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck“

The womans dislocated arm hung from her shoulder like a dead piece of meat when Wolf walked into Chris bakery, blood covering her from head to toe and leaned on her daneaxe like on a crutch as her left ankle felt more like a ball of glasssplinters than an actual joint. The street behind the bakerys frontwindow was empty besid the rests of the flesh-construct that twitched and wriggled like massive worms over the asphalt and demolished cars. The second she saw Chris behind the counter Wolfs face glowed up in a bright smile and she chirped sweetly- the bakery had been standing at the end of the street as familair as the front of her own home and Wolf had been happy to see that Chris and her had ended up in the same dimension again: “Why this grimace on your oh so nicely, beautiful face? No worries, I had had worse and give me an hour to sit here and serve me one of your oh so amazingly nice strawberry-muffin, and I will be as good as new."H umming the young woman casually placed her hand on the nearest table and with a hectic movment and a loud cracking noise moved her shoulder down to pop her arm back into her shoulder. She hissed in pain, but the hiss turned into a relieved laughter that made a few small tears run down her cheek before she caught herself. The light falling inside the bakery was warm,almost autumnal: "Unless of course there will come another not so nice fleshconstruct to rip apart this nice neighborhood, than of course I will need longer than an hour because in that scenario I would first need to get rid of the new flesh construct and then can take my time to heal the old and new acquired injuries, though, even in that case I will heal, so there is no reason to put that grimace on your oh so nice and beautiful face and make you so nicely warm eyes turn so-” A limb that Wolf had just a second ago ripped out smacked against the glass of the frontwindow, leaving a red bloody mark on it. The young womans head snapped around back to the Flesh-construct that was definitive not as dead as Wolf had wanted it to be: “-ah.”  Grimacing as if she had bitten on a sour fruit Wolf huffed, openly irritated just for the blink of an eye: “My bad, its the Kölner Towns Luck hunting me, you see. Old curse, I was told, always there for anyone from Köln, really not nice. Not nice at all.Or its just me specifically who always has no good luck, and yes,that would be fair, I desere it, even if its not nice, not nice at all.  I shouldn´t have said that out loud, that was not so nice, not nice at all.” Te second ended as soon as it had started and the smile returned to Spinnas face as she looke dover her shoulder, winking friendly at the man: “Alright, excuse me for a moment, Muuske. And if you want to keep your meal in, I might advice you to hide your oh so sweet and nice face behind the counter very nicely, for this is going to look not especially nice and I would prefer or you to not see watch me doing not so nice things, yes?” [ @bewitchingbaker ]

[abitmoredetail]

Paint for pride #toronto #churchandwellesley #churchstreet #dudleyshardware #paint #frontwindow #rainbow #pride (at Church and Wellesley) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBoT1gcACcd/?igshid=ga04cxbd2yh4

[skirtntheissue-blog]

A relaxing Sunday morning coffee, watching the “white stuff” come down... b4 heading into sewing studio ❄️✂️🧵🐝 have a great one! . . . #sunday #snow #morning #coffee #relax #march31 #lastdayofmarch #livingroom #frontwindow #babygrand #yamaha #view #sewing #seamstress #studio #dressmaker #shoplocal #neustadt #ontario #blessed #lovemyjob #lovesundays #music (at Neustadt, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvrBkgplXHy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ypwmz98ixhww

[charlesbaughman]

This painting is 5 feet high 4 feet wide and is titled “Twilight”. It is currently on to view in the front window at @Reuben Saunders Gallery. I’m excited to say that I will be the featured artist this final Friday, March 29 please come by and check out some more work.

[handwerkstatt]

Der Unschärfe ganzer Dank gilt dem Fliegengitter und dem noch etwas verschlafenen, seinen ersten Kaffee einverleibenden Fotografen.

The blur all thanks to the fly screen and the still somewhat sleepy, his first coffee consuming photographer.

[hunting-songs]

"I'm a monster. The people of the town were right, I'm a demon..."

At some point during the Night-drive Senritsu had just closed her eyes; sitting on the passenger seat, her knees pulled to her chest, her head sunken to the side and her coat drapped over her like a blanket. It was Kurapikas voice that made her open her eyes again. She had not been asleep, not really. She still heard it. She still heard the screams. That was why she needed a second too long to react to Kurapikas words and her answer was airy and faint like a soft whisper: "...don´t say that." The second ended as fast as it came and the woman turned to him-She heard Kurapikas heartbeat and breathing, she heard her own exhausted heartbeat, she heard the honking of cars at the near highway, she heard the heartbeats of the diners guests in the building right past the parking-lot, she heard the distant rushing of wind stroking through the trees growing around the diners parkinglot, and she heard the gurgling of the balmingliquid the scarlet eyes put on the backseat swam in. She had not been asleep, not really. She still heard it. She still heard the screams. Senritsus voice was still gentle, but also more stern: "Don´t ever say that."

It was so early in the morning that the light was still grey and wrapped the parkinglot the car had stopped in a grey, heavy veil that had sucked the colour out of the green of the trees and the bold electronically glowing letters placed on top of the diners roof. Dew had collected on the car-windows. Cool, damp air sneaked into the car through the rolled down window and her breath left a white cloud in the coldness of the much too early morning. It was not the only reason why she felt cold. It was not the only reason why she felt cold even with her thick coat drapped over her. She still heard it. She still heard the screams. For a second, just a second, Senritsus dark eyes fell on the backseat where behind layers of paper she new the pair of Scarlet Eyes were starring at her from out of the tank and promptly- hastily, almost scared, almost dreadfully- the young woman looked away, back up to Kurapika sitting on the drivers-seat. It was cold inside the car and the young woman shivered quietly even under her heavy coat. She had not been asleep, not really. She still heard it. She still heard the screams. Kurapika had looked tiered afterwards- after yesterday, after the bodypartcollector had said hey would rather die than giving up that pair of Scarlet eyes, after they had left with the scarlet eyes- and he looked tiered now. Her eyes wandered over the mans pale face, over the dark cloth of his suit , over the blackness of his contacts covering the brown of his eyes. He looked as colourless as the morninglight, if it would not have been for that very red earring. As red as the scarlet Eyes. As red as blood. She still heard it. She still heard the screams. Senritsus voice was just a quiet humm, as gentle as the drizzle against the frontwindow, but it was also very steady. The parkinglot was sleeping under the grey blanket of drizzling rain that swallowed everything around them but the inside of this car, witht hem and the scarlet eyes on the backseat: "There are no demons in this world, there are only people. The worlds most horrible song had been written by a person, too. And you are very far from beeing that person, Kurapika."

She had not been asleep, not really. She still heard it. She still heard the screams. The Bodypart-collectors screams and Asks screams that had followed her since that drunken night like a curse echoing in her ears everydy, every moment, every second: "Have you written a Sonata with your blood?" Senritsu had lifted a finger in a lecture, and while her words were soft, there was a certaine hardness in it from HER tieredness and the echo she still heard: " Have you died and poured all your anger and your pain and your will to hurt into a musicpiece that could be played and listened to by anyone, even if they never knew you? Are you hurting people you do not know, just because you want to hurt people; because you like to hurt people? Because you like to hurt people so much, that it became your dying-wish?"

It was very quiet in the car. The only sounds were the soft drizzle of rain and the gurgling o the balming-liquid in the scarlet eyes container. The quiet rustle of her coat when Senritsu leaned to the side and lay a small, cold hand on Kurapikas arm joined the drizzle of the rain: "...last time I checked, you are very far from doing that, Kurapika." She still heard it. She still heard the screams. But quieter by now: "You are very far from doing any of that." [ @skarletchains ]

[robertalanclayton]

Warren Illinois, RA Clayton #frontwindow #vacant #abandoned