#working while nd

[emergent-neurodivergent]

This is just me making low-grade noise but a combination of CFS, brain tumor, AuDHD, a pervasive hostile work environment investigation, and P2025 have got me more deeply exhausted than I have ever been before in my life. I don't have the energy to walk sometimes. That's bad, right? Right?

[chrliekclly]

“…i held him for a while and that was it…”

doodled a lil s1ish charden

[vulpinesaint]

this state is so incredibly fucking on fire right now. jesus christ

[emergent-neurodivergent]

My office houses three departments consisting of two dozen people. Full-time employees and supervisors have their own desks with file storage, privacy barriers, and individual phone extensions. Part-timers who work night shifts in pairs share two open side desks at which they alternate at answering the phone.

In general, this system works well for a largely neurodivergent work force. Our barriers provide sound reduction and minimize sight distraction. Of course we have a lot of book piles and paperwork, but that's the mark of our line of work. We all (including our bosses!) have decorated our personal work spaces so that we maintain a feeling of uniqueness, security, and self-regulation.

We achieve A LOT at our desks. But they're about to disappear.

Right before pandemic, upper management announced that it was going to "refresh" our office. All desks and all individual computers would be replaced by a single, enormous conference table and a locker full of identical laptops. One wall would be converted into stacks of cubbies for personal belongings. The idea was for us to walk in, pick the first empty cubby to park our stuff, grab the first available laptop, claim the first unoccupied seat, and work in virtual space all day. At end of shift, we'd return our laptop, clean up our table area, take our stuff and leave the office as if we'd never been there in the first place. Tomorrow would bring a different cubby, different laptop, different seat, different colleagues on either side of us, different view of the room.

And yet some things would never change once hot-desking commenced. There would be no day-to-day consistency. No semblance of privacy. No barriers demarcating physical or psychological space. No tangible work materials (since presumably everything would reside in the cloud). No place to spread out and work in a way that is personally logical, or leave it undisturbed until you came back. No signs of personality, of "people work here". And worst of all, NO PLACE TO HIDE. Everyone out in the open, exposed to intrusive gazes, barraged by noise, invaded and interrupted at every moment. Every day a battlefield in which the enemy was suddenly each other.

But administration had already bought the furniture.

Pandemic shut down the "refresh" for a time (imagine the viral cross-contamination of a barrier-free open office!) but now it's back with a vengeance. Bigwigs have been swooping through our office with clipboard-wielding designers in tow. Without speaking to or even looking at us workers, one of them stopped and spun around like fucking Maria von Trapp on a mountaintop, declaring with giddy glee, "ALL OF THIS will be gone!" While we were still sitting at it.

According to the new floor plan, the "one big table" has been swapped out for a random collection of standing and seated work surfaces with a cluster of acoustic "pods" ostensibly designed for phone calls and virtual meetings requiring some pretense at confidentiality. There is not enough of these stations to fit all of us OR to guarantee accommodations for those with disabilities OR to suit the type of work we're trying to do in that moment. What happens to our productivity and the quality of our output when we're moving from place to place every hour, unable to focus on any task for long as we fend off near-constant distraction?

Everyone is currently working on our own "response reports" to pass up the chain so that those above us understand how badly this vanity project of theirs may end. My own report consists of over 200 pages of published studies on the PROVEN negative effects of open plan offices and hot-desking. Both NT and ND workers experience these effects; so do outside colleagues, business contacts, and ultimately, customers. If the latter is what our employers really care about, they should have considered that customer satisfaction starts with US, the rank-and-file whose workplace they're about to torpedo.

The quality of our work is well-known. But this feels like more of a punishment than a reward for a job well done. I want to ask them, What the fuck did we ever do to you?

[tofangirlornottofangirl]

just think about how unhinged kabru would look if he didn't have the cute curls to distract from his "i'm analysing every detail about you" stare. kabru is babygirl mostly bc of his babygirl hair and his anxiety otherwise he'd look like a schemer to *everyone*

[7roaches]

i think they would b friends

[lovetogether]

How do you say you’re wrong without coming across accusatory or rude. How do you correct somebody without spitting out ideas of malice? How do we say no, you’ve got it wrong, but your assumption is not invalid. We think time has made many people scared, we think the reactions of fear are natural and nothing which paints one wrong or dumb. We wish we could say it’s okay, you’re going to be okay, even if wrong your fear is real and that is something. We don’t hate anybody we had known in the past minus a few exceptions of genuinely hateful people. People who didn’t think other people should exist. If somebody has the wrong idea of us, or any of that, we do not like to assume the worst. All of this is built upon fear which is deeply understandable. Somebody thinking badly of us is no reason for us to resent them, unless they truly despised our identity and personhood. We meditate, or ruminate, or any other kind of thing constantly and sift through thoughts like it’s some kind of job. We think in some way we’re annoying for all this, too talkative nd the like. We think if somebody hated us simply cause we talked too much we really wouldn’t blame them. Personal preference is a hard rock to move. So long as life goes on it’ll be okay. We are still stubborn and will probably come back once, or twice, or more. We don’t like being left hanging and we don’t believe in forever. The funniest part of all of this is that we can make this peace of mind and remind ourself these values and still we’re easily brought down. We’re overly emotional and can’t handle rejection, like every person ever. But, it comes and it goes, it’s not forever, because we don’t believe in forever.

[legendcrab]

my dad, an undiagnosed autistic man: *jokes with me in very clear, overdramatic, very obvious sarcasm or joking tones of voice*

me, an undiagnosed autiatic child: oh yeah im so good at recgonizing jokes and sarcasm its crazy how good i am

me now, an adult, interacting with neurotypical adults for more or less the first time in my life, especially in a business setting: uh oh

[seesboy]

pro tip: you can think about the ship you're hyperfocused on while listening to angsty vocaloid songs :-) but watch out!

[jrueships]

the little jrue is Traumatized by the Horrors of working fast food

[awionetka]

guys I have a feeling that my soulmate might be a doctor

[iryonin]

✿ + karin 😈

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. @shegore, accepting.

bold for things i could definitely see or want;   italics for things i could see or am unsure of; striked-out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends   /   work buddies or coworkers   /   family friends   /   friends with benefits   /   smoking buddies   /   adventure buddies   /   fake friends   /   recently friends   /   party buddies   /   friendship of need   /   dying friendship   /   circumstantial friendship   /   partners in crime   /   old friendship   /   [your muse]   is the good influence   /   [your muse]   is the bad influence   /   [my muse]   is the good influence   /   [my muse]   is the bad influence   /   opposites attract   /   ride or die   /   frenemies   /   roommates or flatmates   /   penpals   /   exes to friends   /   enemies to friends   /   other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts   /   [your muse is mines]   childhood crush   /   [my muse is yours]   childhood crush   /   exes   /   exes to lovers   /   forbidden lovers   /   highschool sweethearts   /   secret relationship   /   opposites attract   /   long distance   /   unrequited   [from your muses side]   /   unrequited   [from my muses side]   /   unrequited   [from both sides]   /   skinny love   /   friends to lovers   /   enemies to lovers   /   spurious relationship   /   power couple   /   newly entered   /   soulmates   [metaphorical]   /   soulmates   [literal]   /   awkward   /   turning toxic   /   toxic love   /   cheating   [on your muse]   /   cheating   [with your muse]   /   other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings   [half]   /   siblings   [step]   /   [my muse]   is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure   /   [my muse]   is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse   /   [my muse]   is a parental figure to yours   /   [my muse]   is a child figure to your muse   /   guardian figure   /   legal guardian   /   adoptive child   /   foster child   /   [your muse]   is taken under mines wing   /   [my muse]   is taken under yours wing   /   other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other   /   dangerous to others   /   unpredictable   /   rivals   /   petty   /   developing into sexual or romantic tension   /   based off family matters   /   based of off circumstance   /   based of professional matters   /   based off misunderstanding or lies   /   conflict of ideology   /   betrayal   /   hero - villain dynamic   /   enemies   /   fight club   /   friends turned enemies   /   lovers turned enemies   /   exes turned enemies   /   other 

[briefcasejuice]

i don't have a continuous/relentless internal monologue in the way people usually describe it but i am always thinking about something

[rising-volteccers]

Looking at my blog's archive, I realised it's been one year since I started this blog! It began as a way for me to just reblog specifically Pokemon Horizons stuff so I can look back anytime I want to before I decided to start sharing my writing too!

Pokemon Horizons helped me become the most creative I've been in years! The characters charmed me, I fell for a fictional guy who I later made an OC to ship with and just generally get commissions and custom merch for! This series helped me make new friends and has generally kept me mentally sane throughout the latter half of 2023 when I went through months of medical procedures.

Now I'm relatively okay medical wise, not to mention deep in a want to develop my OC even more! I'm excited to see what the series has in store with the current arc too!

Thank you so much to those that decided to follow this blog! I truly appreciate it!

[autisticlee]

you know what, it's autism acceptance month. that means all the cool, nice, outgoing, fun people should adopt an autistic person (me) as a friend and show them what it's like to have cool and fun friends! most of us struggle with that and don't know what that's like, so in the spirit of acceptance, please accept us into your friend groups :D

[intcritus]

All I wanna do is go home