Pirogis aren't German.

I hope having the diagnosis helps, Zen. Medication makes a very noticeable difference to my ability to, like, manage, but just having a rational reason to try to talk myself out of beating myself for being lazy, disorganized, etc has been a real godsend.

just having a rational reason to try to talk myself out of beating myself for being lazy, disorganized, etc has been a real godsend.

I'm still working on not beating myself up anyway, but I'm getting there.

I know how I felt when I found out about Sensory Processing Disorder, which explained so much about my being bothered by stuff

Oh, yes.

Having those letters meant I wasn't willfully stupid--and that was a relief.

Oh, yes. Very much a relief.

As were the realizations that I'm not weird and "wrong," I'm ace and bi. All those are valid ways to be, and I'm not alone in any of them.

Ace and pan, and a relief to figure that out too.

I've named the self-destructive voice in my head Gary and picture him as a big grey stuffy doll so I can mentally punch him in the face. "Shut up, Gary!"

The one in my head is my grandmother. She's been dead 40 years and still won't hush up.

Still working on it, too, but knowing it's something to work on is huge

What is "ace" in this context?

I've seen it a couple of times online this week, and then here. I'd never encountered it before.

What is "ace" in this context?

Asexual.

Thanks. So someone who is say ace and bi may fall in love with either men or woman, sans erotic feelings -- is that correct?

So someone who is say ace and bi may fall in love with either men or woman, sans erotic feelings -- is that correct?

You got it. I've seen it described as asexual and biromantic.

Ha! I bet that's right. But with some kind of American accent.

yes, like Southern where the middle vowel is two syllables "Jay-an"

Skipped a bit. Cats got vaccinated this morning.

Long story short, it took the vet ten minutes with La Résistance to go from "try bach rescue remedy when you're moving this summer" to "here's an ACP tablet, get a good pair of welding gloves, and best of luck". This time we managed to vaccinate The Problematic Cat in just 40 minutes, using the usual squeeze cage. The bad news is that she definitely remembered it, so my room was not unsimilar to the Guernica painting for a while.

I'm feeling terrible about putting her through this every time.

That reminds me of Puck, which took a large towel, oven mitts, and two people to render claw clipped, with Much Yowling.

Luckily she had next to no persistent memory so after about 15 minutes she had no lingering sentiment, except perhaps to wonder why she wasn't sticking to the carpet as much.