“history cannot be taught well if it is taught as a parade of facts, an all too common approach. Good teaching requires teaching children to see how history is put together from sources and evidence of many kinds, to learn to evaluate evidence, and to learn how to evaluate one historical narrative against another. Criticism also enters into classroom discussion about what has been learned; when a culture’s history and economy are studied, questions should be raised about differences of power and opportunity, about the place of women and minorities, about the merits and disadvantages of different structures of political organization”
Martha Nussbaum, Not For Profit: Why Democracy Needs the Humanities
ADHD is weird because rejection sensitive dysphoria is almost like having an ~unlockable bonus level~ of forbidden emotions that aren’t accessible during normal, day to day living. You can be relatively easygoing and stable and process your feelings reasonably and then – WHOOPS! – seemingly out of nowhere comes a complete meltdown in response to some minor failure and you have to drag yourself out of sight as your legs stop responding and you’re flooded with emotional pain that manifests as physical agony.
There’s normal distress in response to reasonable stresses, which sucks, and then there’s Tornado Sirens And Flashing Lights As Your Brain Declares An Emergency Evacuation because a bug walked across your small but unexpectedly hypersensitive vulnerability.
Tbh? Yeah.
Like I don’t even want to call it “sadness” or “depression” or “panic” or “disappointment” because I’ve felt those things and they suck, but they’re different. I can usually work through them and deal with them somewhat pragmatically. But RSD is like this sudden, incapacitating glitch where my brain accidentally releases every unpleasant chemical at once, and all attempts to fix it result in pop ups of Dennis Nedry from Jurassic Park:
This is Dexter. I named him after the serial killer from the TV show. He’s a labrador x rottweiler and he’s the biggest baby you ever did see. (Source: https://ift.tt/2Mc4Om3)
Thank Christ, I thought it was just me! videos don’t play and trying to click on them, or the permalink, sends me to dash. Glad it’s not just my daffy pc.
It kept trying to take me back to the cookie consent mess last night, too. Not every time, but at least 30%. Not that surprised to find out it’s apparently a Europe thing.
Frankly, I got a little concerned that this is Just What We’re Doing Now, at least in a mobile browser.
(It’s been redirecting to the dash for a while if you don’t force desktop view, but that just started for me on desktop view too. The redirect to cookie consent was also new.)
things i care about in a non-private bathroom: is there a fucking door on the cubicle or has someone kicked it off again, does the door close, is there a lock on the door, is there a seat on the toilet, is the seat covered in piss/pubes/shite, is the entire rest of the cubicle covered in piss/shite, is there toilet paper, is the toilet paper covered in piss, will i make it out of this bathroom alive, am i gonna die of food poisoning, is the ceiling dripping, is that a spider
things i do not give a flying fuck about in a bathroom: is the person in the next cubicle in possession of A Gender
OP… What are you eating in the bathroom?
… do you not go to the bathroom when you have food poisoning, do you just shit yourself in the street
“Mingos still maintain self-control and neighborly co-operation as the only acceptable form of government. That has not prevented some descendants from running for public office, however.”
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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