What is with people? So little regard for other people's time.

askye, just a quick note to make the point I was laboring toward upstream, that a fidget necklace doesn't have to be good "jewelry," and a casual figet-able pendant can be worn with jeans or shorts and a t-shirt, however informal you like.

I have looked at the websites you found for me, and I'm going to order invites

I'm glad one of those sites worked out!

casual figet-able pendant

I keep meaning to buy a spinner ring, in the hopes it'll stop me twirling my hair, at least in public.

Steph, much ~ma for Tim's lungs and calm ~ma for you.

(probably ASD, but it's hard to find anyone who evaluates adults and if you do find someone it's expensive as hell and not often covered by insurance

Hello. More and more I'm thinking I'm on the spectrum. It explains so much. But there's no point in getting a diagnosis now, if I could even get one.

I cannot BEGIN to tell you the big black hole in the middle of my psyche that it's ripped open. (I actually realize how melodramatic that sounds, but it feels so awful.)

I understand this, fwiw. I'm sorry the abyss is opening under you.

Toddson, ugh. That sort of thing makes me want to smack someone.

Oy, Steph, being concerned for your Tim is totes appropriate worry.

Toddson, that totally sucks! I hope someone recognizes the effort you've put in.

I have a minor bitch to get off my chest.

I saw my psychiatrist Tuesday, after being delayed 2 weeks because she got sick. ::irony font:: I was running low on a couple of medications that would have been in the safe margin at the earlier appointment time but are very low and close to running out. So she promised to fax the new prescriptions to my mail-order pharmacy.

I get home from work tonight and the office mailed the paper scripts to me!. Now I have to wait for Monday to call in and ask them to please fax them urgently, as I am almost out of the meds. I could mail them in myself, but I don't have a printer to print out the forms until I get to work Monday, and oh, that will delay them even longer!

I am going to complain, possibly loudly. My default these days is get pissed when something happens. I usually calm down and am more reasonable later but, I go straight to pissed without stopping at crying or anxiety. I'm not sure if that's healthy or not.

Man, I feel your pain. Dealing with the mail order pharmacy seems to complicate things by an order of magnitude.

More and more I'm thinking I'm on the spectrum. It explains so much. But there's no point in getting a diagnosis now, if I could even get one.

Yeah. A big reason I don't talk about it is there's a lot of scorn towards people who self-dx (again, not that you guys would be dicks; it's just something I don't talk about). But it's useful to me because it explains my entire fucking life, puts a lot of shit into a context, and it's pointed me toward useful resources to develop coping skills in certain situations that are consistently problematic for me.

ION, Tim has his actual pulmonary function test numbers back, and I'm trying to make sense of them. This is the first time he's gotten test results where they aren't presented in a chart that shows your result on Test X, and then the normal range for someone your age/sex/race. It's just numbers next to the test name, so I'm googling to find normal ranges and then matching up the numbers with the normal ranges.

I like data. It may calm me down.

Okay, I am pretty weak on pulmonology knowledge, but I can compare numbers (his results vs the normal range for his age, sex, and height). Tim's test results look decent. Lots of measures have totally normal results (yay) and a couple have results that seem low, but towards the top of the range for "low" (like, if "low" starts at 70%, his result was 67%).

Granted, I have no way of knowing what this means, but it seems...not horrible. Most likely deal-with-able.

Mmmmm, data! Being well informed is helpful, at least it is for me.

I found my learning disability about 8 years before it was confirmed by a professional, from an article at the dentist that was, like "Your Kid's Hidden Learning Problem(dyscalculia. I would have felt dumb, except I had almost everything.) I am a little better at arithmetic than, apparently, one might expect from most dyscalculia people so nobody thought to look. Or else they spent too much time on whether I had clear handwriting or was worried that boys wouldn't like me if I "worked to full potential"(Still the stupidest in a lifetime of stupid conversations) And I suppose they call it a spectrum for a reason, after all.

And I suppose they call it a spectrum for a reason, after all.

Yeah, and the frustrating thing for any disability/developmental disorder/mental illness is that it tends to get defined/stereotyped by the extreme end of the spectrum. You can do some math, so you "don't have" dyscalculia. I'm happy sometimes, so I "don't have" depression. Tim never loses his keys, so he "doesn't have" ADD.

Very very frustrating. (Of course, the flip side is the people who say "If it's a spectrum, then EVERYONE is autistic!" No, honey. Everyone is NOT.)