CMV: People are conflating aspects of being human to symptoms of neurological disorders
I am not what you would call neurotypical—or maybe I am, which is what really gets to the heart of my question. If everyone is neurodivergent, then is no one neurodivergent?
I understand that humans like to categorize things and find patterns as a matter of our evolved humanity, but I’m having trouble squaring the idea that a spectrum and a category seem, in my mind, to be almost opposites. I definitely understand that cognitive and neurological differences can represent a disorder—especially if, in this context, a disorder broadly means that the difference causes an individual hardship in their life or social interactions.
I’ve had my own struggles with OCD and anxiety. At the same time, while many people have labeled my bounding levels of energy as an ADHD symptom, I’ve never actually had an issue focusing, as an example. I guess what this boils down to is that I’m feeling frustrated and confused by how the social internet—especially short-form content—has, in my view, decided that everything under the sun is a symptom of one disorder or another.
It seems to me that sleeping too much and insomnia, hyperfocusing and an inability to focus, extreme energy and low energy, etc., canno
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CMV: Local businesses that offer worse services for a higher price and rely on just the sentiment of "supporting local m
Businesses have to start somewhere but it is objectively worse and meaningfully more expensive when your only differentiator is “support local” then honestly, it has no durable competitive advantage. We live in such a competitive market, that "locality" is not a strategy it’s basically just a guilt tax wrapped with a local face. Over time, most customers will defect unless the customer base is unusually captive or irrational.
“Support local” is marketing frosting. It can reduce price sensitivity a bit, but it rarely overcomes consistently bad value.
I understand that small scale means more expensive goods but why do I have to pay $80 for a pillow with a Christmas sticker slapped on it just because it's sold local?
My friend is mean
Hi Reddit,
I recently told my friend in casual conversation about an artistic hobby I always wanted to try as a kid.
The hobby I wanted to try was too expensive for the family, so I never could.
She told me “why would you admit you are a wannabe”
I feel hurt that I opened up about something I always dreamed of doing and being brushed off like that.
It doesn’t help that she’s been an a-hole lately, so maybe that was just the cherry on top.
Does anyone have any advice on how I can let this dream go and not feel hurt by a comment like this?
I want to go back to the „feeling nothing” stage
Hi everyone, and my English is still not perfect, I haven’t posted much since my last post added a more than a year ago „I fell in love with terminally ill girl” when I wanted to got something off my chest.
The end of my confession is something I can’t tell anyone, so I’m here…
After many I think I can call it „traumatic” events: cancer, losing my love of my life (she died almost 6 years ago and the history of it is in my post i mentioned earlier), kidnapped and raped by 3 men, assault with a knife and I just lost a spark in my eyes, I really wanted to end it and I tried but unsuccessful and I’m not going to try again, I found the another solution (please don’t take it as advise).
I started to take x@n@x, it fried my brain and my feelings and that was what I was looking for, after a few months I quit, I didn’t feel anything and it was great because I had too much negative emotions and less the good ones, I lived by the rules I’ve made up: work, collage, meeting with friends, learn how to be data analyst - as I’m now (from 6 months), the things my life was getting back on track and then the mother (like a mother for me more than my mother) of dead girl I loved died…
But
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I had to perform CPR on a close family member
Three years ago, when I was 18, I lost my cousin. She stayed with us for medical reasons. We were home alone while the rest of my family was out. Around the afternoon, I was lying in my room when I heard her calling my name. When I opened the door, she was panicking, waving her hands, and saying she couldn’t breathe, begging me to call for help.
I called them immediately. She moved between rooms and eventually sat down in a chair in the living room. I stayed on the phone with the operator, explaining what was happening and giving our address, while she kept saying she couldn’t breathe.
At some point, she went quiet. I went over and saw she had passed out in the chair, her head down. The operator asked if she was breathing. I couldn’t tell, and when I said I didn’t think she was, I was instructed to move her to the floor and begin chest compressions.
I put the phone on speaker and followed the instructions, interlocking my hands and pushing down on her chest repeatedly, counting out loud. My arms burned, and time felt endless. When I finally heard sirens, responders arrived five to ten minutes later, came in through the back door, and took over.
At the hospital, we were told she had
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