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#I think I have dyslexia now
goldenbear228 · 1 year
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Hey y’all I looked something up and greatly misspelled it and ended up finding a place in Italy
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oifaaa · 4 months
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Just sitting here thinking about my 8th birthday when my dad got me a fairy book as a gift and I got so upset that I threw it against the wall and wouldn't stop crying until he got me the gift I actually wanted which was a coin counting machine - note I had no coins to put in the coin counting machine I just thought it looked so cool
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lightbulb-warning · 9 months
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I LOVE WORDS! WORDS DONT LOVE ME BACK!! </3
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staryarn · 1 month
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Can't wait for ryoshu's chapter next year (?) and for my reading of hell screen (creepypasta wiki edition) to come in handy
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opens-up-4-nobody · 7 months
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#well. today was a nice day of not doing anything but drawing really. theres an au where i went to art school and am a happier person lol#except not really bc im sure my head would ruin that too. anyway. its a shame i have to return to the pain tomorrow. i have so much to grade#plus a paper to write plus data to work with. a protocol to figure out. and an exam to study for and a final project thatll kill me#god. i also have to get ready for lab Monday. christ. and what shall i say to my therapist Tuesday? well we could try to tackle the deep set#looming issue that prevents me from getting better in our tiny 50min session or i could be like listen. just fucking listen. let me give u#the case 4 and against me having adhd so i can stop feeling fucking nuts. just like give me feedback. ya kno?#it would b inattentive bc im not hyper unless im losing my mind and bordering on hyp0mania. but my focus is something i cant control#executive functioning has always been a problem but now im so worn down im in danger of actual consequences. and its not just things i dont#wanna do. im not just anxiously avoiding. i cant start tasks and stick with them. i flip back and forth and get nothing done. i spiral#sometimes for hours. im not doing anything fun im just not doing anything. frozen in anguish. i dont even wanna think abt how much money ive#lost by not filling out reimbursement sheets which arent hard to do. theyre easy i just never do them. why??? i dont fucking kno. but im not#forgetful. im thinking constantly abt these things. i just cant make them happen. theyre stuck buffering. i do have memory issues tho#my short term working memory is like that of a literal child. so i cant follow complex instructions. i constantly need new info. constantly#need sound. spoken words plus music at the same time. but the main reason i need an answer to this is the reading issue. which is that im#dyslexic but also my thoughts r like an interfering frequency. without realizing ill b thinking and not reading. its a problem no matter#what im reading. its severely disruptive. i will physically read out loud to try to hold my attention in place and still get distracted by#my own head. do u kno how frustrating it is to read something aloud 3 times and not know wtf u just read bc u arent thinking abt anything#interesting u would rsther b reading but u can't fucking pay attention long enough. genuinely if its not adhd and i cant get medication to#fix my focus issues i dont kno wtf im gonna do. im so bad at reading and its extremely frustrating. but is it just dyslexia? idk what i#described doesn't fucking seem normal or like a reading problem. sounds like a focus issue. so riddle me that#idk ive got adhd on both sides of my family plus my focus fluctuates with ny hormones plus homones possibly induce hyp0mania. like i mean#ive got other issues which make a diagnosis difficult to parse but like i feel like that's decent evidence for possibly adhd? my friend said#she was always worried she had a brain tumor before she was diagnosed. to me ive always felt like my brain is full of holes. im missing the#parts that would let it operate correctly. the frontal lobe is just fucked. ugh. i wonder how much accommodation i could get from the#disability office if i actually went to them. i wont bc im fucked up and i dont think they could actually do anything for me at this stage#but alas im curious. ugh. y do i do this to myself? i kno y but not enough time for that in 50min. bad attitude mostly. half my brain#just craves death. the other half is just trying to tread water but its hard with someone trying to drown u. so its all fucked#unrelated
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thejadecount · 2 years
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You know I’ve been suspecting lately that I might have dyslexic but how could I have not noticed this for years until now—
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shwoo · 3 months
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I finally saw the immunologist the day before yesterday! It seems like she also thinks I probably have some sort of non-allergic mast cell issue that's not mastocystosis, which basically leaves mast cell activation syndrome by process of elimination. But it's not consistently defined by... Australian regulatory bodies or something? So she can't treat me for it.
So I'm just going to have to research it myself. By reading papers and stuff, which I'm already doing. I've been feeling generally more alert lately, so that shouldn't be as horribly difficult as it used to be. I'll probably ask the doctor about the other kinds of immune cell inhibitors I'm not currently taking after my trip. And also try to get a better idea of the most effective dose of quercetin to take, because that stuff's expensive. Surprisingly widely available, though.
I'm going to the US with my sister for three weeks starting at the end of the month, but my issues don't really affect my mobility, so even if something goes wrong with my health, I think it should be fine. They have H2 antihistamines there over the counter, I hear. And melatonin, which I've recovered enough not to need as much. Most of it is an organised tour through a bunch of national parks, anyway. I've done plenty of bushwalking on the (fairly easy) level of the tour, and I'm pretty sure the biggest difference in the US is that they don't call it bushwalking. Also, more dangerous wildlife.
I wasn't really intending to use something other than soap like the doctor recommended because that's not really a priority right now, but my mum got me some kind of milk-based cleanser. I thought it wasn't doing anything at first because it didn't sting or tingle, so... guess what else I learned isn't supposed to hurt! I know it's normal for soap to hurt if it gets in your eye, though... I was just extrapolating! Relatedly, my face appears to have changed colour a little since I switch to non-soap cleanser. I guess my skin was doing worse than I realised.
So I just need to keep this balance up for a while, keep doing research, and never allow an onion to pass my lips. That way, I should maybe have just enough excess energy to continue spending most of it on the rest of the trip planning. And then I'll see some cool rocks, maybe.
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swallowstosea · 3 months
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I so desperate wish I had read Percy Jackson when I was younger </3
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milkweedman · 2 years
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Attempting some tablet weaving for the first time. I have essentially no idea what im doing--i did watch a few videos which mostly went in one ear and out the other, as well as look for some written guides which were completely indecipherable if for no other reason than Reading Hard.
The warping was fiddly but straightforward, and the first several inches are totally botched bc i wasnt really creating a clean warp shed bc i had no idea what belonged to what half, but after i figured that out it got way neater ! I'm not really concerned about how it looks though. This first attempt will serve its purpose either way, which is to be a bag handle so that i don't have to crochet or knit one. Yes i did finally try tablet weaving just to avoid knitting or crocheting more straps.
Also wow, these cards really arent going to last very long. I pulled them out of the 5 deck hand and foot set (hence why they're all 3s, since thats the worst card to get and i figured removing a few wouldnt be missed), but if id realized they deteriorate so fast i definitely would have just used something else. Oh well though.
Also, i had a feeling this would hurt my back, and indeed it does. I lasted about 10 minutes before it was too much. Might need to use a chair next time.
#was talking to my fiance about dyslexia earlier and have been thinking abt it a lot recently#was diagnosed as a teenager at the same time as the adhd#mostly dont think abt it and generally considered it not to affect me that badly#but i have a theory abt why i csnt read anymore and why written patterns are SO hard to follow#which is that i think reading for me takes a LOT of mental energy and focus#and if im low on that for whatever reason anything more than a few sentences is just utterly insurmountable and i can't read it#its even worse in any language other than english which baffled me for years#but ! my fiance was telling me how he has an easier time reading english than anything else bc he practiced SO MUCH trying to read normally#in english but didn't do the same in hindi or anything else#which like. oh. yeah. i also tried way harder with english bc that's what school was in and i was desperate to not be seen as stupid#which also explains why reading aloud in any language other than english is so so hard#reading hamlet aloud for english lit: god this sucks but i do love hamlet#reading dante's inferno (french translation) aloud in french lit: oh my god i hate every second of this and i think i will die from nerves#reading childrens poetry aloud in russian for my intro to russian class: if i dropped dead right now that would be preferable#and like my russian pronunciation was not the problem here#i could have a conversation with my teacher in russian okay#and i know cyrillic ! no problems there#but having to read it aloud ?? exhausting and miserable#anyway. all of this to say that i am not using patterns bc trying to mix reading with learning a new thing is just. not happening#backstrap weaving#tablet weaving
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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I feel like an idiot because I can do math moderately well but I can't remember what order things are supposed to go in, specifically with division and subtraction. Like I just don't know which number is being subtracted from which and I tend to just pick one that feels right but then it's wrong and I get so confused T-T
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ionlytalktodogs · 2 years
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I don’t really get why able-bodied people see a post that’s really obviously about physical disability and feel the need to make it about neurodivergence or LGBTQ rights or something. Like okay great you, as an able-boded person, can relate to me. Do you…want a prize? You know…it is okay for things to not be about you. It’s okay if you see a post about physical disability and you don’t say “yeah well… I’m not physically disabled and this applies to me too!!!” You don’t need to say that. I know you probably don’t mean it this way, but it comes across as talking over physically disabled people and I just don’t really appreciate it.
Especially when it comes to autism. I’m autistic. I don’t need to be educated about autism. Chances are, if a post of mine can apply to autistic people, I already know that. I’ve just chosen to highlight physical disability. And that’s okay. Maybe sometimes certain posts just…aren’t for you.
I’m trying to find a way to say this without being rude because I understand the desire to relate to others. But I also feel like talking over physically disabled people, as an able-bodied person, is…annoying at best. I just think if you have to say “well actually this applies to (something else) too” maybe just…don’t say that. It’s okay if a post is about a specific thing. You could just…make your own post. Idk.
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terrorbirb · 1 year
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Me at work every week: "sorry I have dyslexia, could you tell me how these numbers are different?" "Sorry I have dyslexia, could you send that to me in an email?" "Sorry I have dyslexia -"
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opens-up-4-nobody · 9 months
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#so i survived my 1st week as a phd student. it's interesting. im not sure how i feel#the negatives are that i forgot how much stress being around people causes me. as a research assistant i was able to be on my own schedule#and go into the lab at odd hours so i never had to see anyone. but now im in classes and teaching and have a shared office#classes are tolerable stress wise so long as im sitting on an edge. i only feel a lil like im dying. teaching makes nauseous beforehand.#which is odd bc im not really worried while im doing it or before im doing it. i thibk its just that i have to interact ans i kno im a#mediocre teacher bc id rather die than do the back and forth of asking questions and u should teach interactively#i like to break down complex idea and help people with problems but i was not build to teach in classrooms. i get knocked off points when#i give class presentations bc i cant make eye contact lol. so that'll b annoying this semester. and its just so hard to function in an#office space. idk its weird like i dont even feel it that much while im there its just like a flashing *i need to leave* alarm. and then#when im alone its like a physical weight off of me. and i cant tell if thats what's draining my energy or if ive just cycled into a low#energy lul bc im just like. i wanna sleep. and for me thats always a sign that somethings wrong. i dont feel that bad mood wise but its#like there's a rock weighing me down as im trying to tread water. so those r the big negatives. the positives r that#i do enjoy being back in school. i love the structure of it. but im also self destructive abt structure so well see how it goes. but my#lab mates seem nice as does my advisor. i feel a bit bad bc ill have to learn genome stuff from the ground up. and today i was trying to#convey ideas to him like an insane person. bc i dont have enough background to talk fluidly abt my prospective project and i have a picture#of what i mean but not all the details. hopefully i made some sense. i think the idea is cool. and thats the other really positive thing.#the papers i have to read associated with this project r waaaaaaaaaay more interesting than anything i ever had to read for my masters. like#they're the types of papers i would force other ppl to read for lab meetings. so im optimistic abt not hating it by the end haha#yay for being excited abt science. but i guess thats the other thing i feel bad abt. like im interested but haven't read a lot to prep bc#i cant express how difficult dyslexia makes things but also i cant control how interested in things i get so i bassically banned myself#from reading papers im actually interested in like 3 years ago bc in retrospect i was prob going thru a hypomanic episode#and i was like reading papers abt microbes in Antarctica all day and not working on my stuff. and i just remember walking into the lab at#like 5am to trasfer alage with tears streaming down my face bc i was just like. i cant have this nice thing and b functional. it has to stop#so i just created this weird barrier in my mind where im not allowed to read fun papers. so its odd to b reading them now for work. its odd#also i was walking to my office worring abt things and then i saw some moss growinf around the edge of the sidewalk and it made me wanna cry#bc i am an extremely normal individual. i have normal feelings abt photosynthesis. but anyway yeah. its been interesting#hopefully ill stay optimistic. next week we have a orientation for new grad students. and i might have to drive like an hr away. hate that#the driving i mean. not the orientation. that should b fun#unrelated
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mochapanda · 4 months
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just found out about dysgraphia.
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threadtalks · 7 months
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I think we need to stop associating things that disabilities affect to symptoms of aging.
We associate memory loss with old age. We associate achy joints with old age. We associate tremors with old age. Weakness. Fatigue. Mobility. Dependency.
How are people who are maybe even in their teens supposed to feel when we do that? Is this why I've always felt like turning 40 will be the same as turning 80 for an average person and I'll be near the end of my life span???? Is that??? Is that why???
Never being able to explain to people that I don't think this because I think 40 is old or I have such a bleak look on life and society and the state of the world. Is this the reason??? Because ever since I was about 16 I have been experiencing symptoms that people always say come with old age????
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mari-the-bimbo · 7 months
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Nanami: the brat tamer
A/N: I apologise in advance for the woman I became when I wrote this 🙏 Also can we talk about how I randomly defeated my dyslexia and managed to write without bullet points? Lol
Warnings: MINORS DNI, oral sex, adult language, hair pulling? age gap
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Having an older, accountant boyfriend didn’t seem so fun when you had to wait for him to get home after overtime.
You sat on your shared bed, arms crossed, pouting, and aggressively checking the time every 2 seconds, the impatience of waiting for Nanami finally creeped up to you. Now you were mad, how could he leave you like this for so long?!
So even after you heard the front door open and close, you decided to ignore it and pretend you’re sleeping. It’s petty, you know it is, but you convinced yourself it’s what he deserves, even after you heard his faint calls of your name from downstairs.
“Sweetheart?” Says his deep, creamy voice as he reaches the bedroom. You squeeze your eyes shut a bit tighter, in an attempt to block him out.
“I know you’re awake” he says.
You huff in annoyance at his smart ass comment and finally turn around to see him loosen his tie. Damn it, why did he have to be so sexy.
“So? I have nothing to say to you” you reply before turning your back to him again as you get comfy in your bed.
“Oh? Is my sweetheart upset about something?” He asks, trying his best to co operate with your young fiery temper.
You couldn’t help but furrow your brows at his tone, speaking to you as if you were a child having a tantrum. “What do you think?” You say sarcastically as you look at him again with a frown on your face.
You watch his jaw clench and he takes a deep breath, you knew his patience naturally ran thin, yet he tries his best with you. But dealing with you when you’re being a brat isn’t easy.
“I’m being nice y/n. So come here and tell me what’s wrong” he says, large hands grabbing one of your legs that dangled off the side of the bed.
Your bad temper led you to use your leg to push him away, however as your foot collided with Nanami’s stomach, you realised your effort was in no avail. It was like a foot to a wall, a hard, unmoving wall.
You gulped as you look back up at your strong boyfriend. His face would seem indifferent to others, but only you could notice that slight annoyance on his face. “Really y/n?” He asks, daring you to reply as he grabs the foot on his stomach tighter.
But just as you’re about to reply smartly, your breath is stolen as he quickly pulls your body towards him with the hold on your foot. You gasp “Nanami!” as he gets on the bed, now towering on top of your barely clothed body.
You’re about to protest again but he places his hand over your mouth, effectively shutting you up. “No. I gave you a chance to be a good girl but you chose to be a brat, so now you’re going to be disciplined like one” he says, and although you should be scared, you couldn’t help but whimper against his large hand and arch your back.
He wants to laugh at you but he shakes his head instead, “you shameless girl” he says as he removes his clothes and all you could do is hum in agreement and eye his chiselled abs that are no longer begging to burst through his blue shirt.
He sighs as if he’s disappointed but you know he’s loving every second of this. Your eyes are starry as you watch him pull his boxers down, finally letting his fat dick spring out, cum glistening at its tip, making you subconsciously spread your legs out.
Nanami watches you do this with a unamused look. “What are you doing? Do you really believe you deserve to be railed after that attitude?” He scolds, making you stare at him in disbelief and you finally scoff in annoyance.
Suddenly his hands grabs your hair, tugging it ever so slightly, yet the veins on his muscular beefy arms were bulging. “Ah!” “Be quiet, another sound out of you and you’re getting nothing out of me, understand?” He says, his frown deepening the contours of his handsome face.
And that threat humbled you in seconds, you stare in disbelief again but this time you nod. You were in no state to deny this, and he knew that too from the wet patch on your underwear.
“That’s right” he says, as he presses his dick against your face. His pre cum starts dripping down your face, and even as you moan, Nanami keeps the stern look on his face.
He wastes no time pushing himself inside your mouth, your choking is like music to his ears. It’s keeps him moving, his hips thrusting harder every time, because the wet gummy feeling of inside your mouth was just too good against his length. His hands reach behind your head, grabbing all your hair into a ponytail, helping you suck him more easily, bobbing your head so that you can take more of his length.
He lets out a choked moan which only motivates you further, maybe he’ll finally praise you if you try harder. You swirl your tongue around it, sucking harder and harder in hopes of a single praise out of Nanami’s mouth. Because as much as you pretend to be an unbothered bitch, you want be his good girl.
“Ohhhh you’re so good to me sweet girl” he finally says. Suddenly his speed increases, mouth fucking you relentlessly.
You try so hard to keep up with his speed but at some point your mouth gives up and you become a sex toy for his dick to play with. And once he finally slows the pace of his thrusts, and strokes the back of your neck so sweetly, the situation isn't made any easier as the salty taste of his cum flows down your throat as well as trickling down your chin. Nevertheless you swallow it all.
Finally you pull back, gasping for breath, making the remaining cum spill on your neck and breasts, but that’s not good enough for Nanami. “Don’t waste my cum you silly girl. You know I hate wasting”. His long fingers picks up the trail you left behind and presses the creamy trail against your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth and swallow it all.
You struggle to give an answer as you try to regulate your heavy pants.
“Well? What do you have to say?”
“Thank you daddy” you manage to choke out, you knew the drill.
“And?” He says, an eyebrows raised.
“And- I’m sorry for being a brat before” you add, crawling into his lap, craving his warmth. His eyes soften at your exhausted figure, he could never stay mad at his beautiful angel.
He strokes your hair as he watches you become putty against him. Pretty wide eyes staring at him, waiting for praise. He can’t help but give you an amused smile, god, you were so pretty, especially when you had cum glistening on your chin.
He lets you press yourself against his body as he kisses your cheeks. “That’s okay sweetheart, next time you’re sad, you need to tell me, okay?”
“Okay” you lie, knowing damn well you’re going to do it again just to get him mad.
What? It’s not your fault he looks so damn fine when he’s mad.
He presses one last kiss to your head before pulling you away. “Okay you need to get up now princess, you need to show me how sorry you are”
“Huh?” You say.
You continue to stare dumbfounded as a Nanami grabs his tie, his eyes not looking away from yours as he ties your hands together.
Your confusion soon morphs into a giddy smile as you realise what this meant. You open your legs once again, knowing you’re in for a treat. You give Nanami your best puppy eyes and you watch him lick his lips in response. Perfect, you knew you would get your way, Nanami loves you too much to deny you of anything.
“Am I about to get railed?”
“Yes you are sweetheart”
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