It is actually way better for 100 addicts to get their fix on pain pills than a single person in pain go without. I call this the “Torture is bad” principle. You should be able to get the good stuff forever after a single doctor’s visit. If you’re worried about addicts fund rehab centers and needle exchanges instead of torturing people.
Among other things if you can’t use the legit market you turn to the black market anyway.
if you’re worried about addiction, build a society where people get their basic needs met, including pain management.
Addicts also are often the people who need pain pills in the first place. That’s often how they get addicted. It’s a very hard situation, to find yourself reliant on something that both helps and hurts you- I speak from experience as someone prescribed to high opiates for my chronic health. Take your pills, because it’s not noble to suffer and it’s better to be alive and dependent then suffer in waiting because you are afraid. actually better to be dependent on pain pills than dead.
A lot of addiction can be a symptom, too. It’s not a moral failing, and it might be a failing of something else: if you aren’t getting any other help, it’s no wonder people abuse the only thing that gives them relief. Look to addicts with sympathy, they are often the exact people you might try to divide them from
Being on this website is fun because you can absolutely tell when a blorbo clicks in someone’s brain. You’re scrolling, and suddenly out of nowhere there’s like 12 posts about the same character back to back reposted by the same person, and you just know “oh. They’re a permanent part of their psyche now.” and honestly it’s a vibe go off king
A personal vent - this is my experience and may not reflect other autistic experiences.
Approximately 16% of Autistics are in full-time work.
Approximately 32% are in some form of paid work.
I am in the 16%. And it fucking sucks.
“You are doing so well!” No. I’m not. I’m mentally extremely unwell and in constant burnout. But it’s either this or being homeless.
“You must be high functioning then.” Besides the terminology, it’s kinda a no, too. I high mask. I don’t function at home. I can barely take care of myself. It’s all fake.
“Count your blessings!” No. This is a curse for me because I was late diagnosed and forced to live NT for 36 years of my life. I am not coping and I am not happy on an autistic level.
I don’t go out, I can’t watch shows or movies because I’m too exhausted, week-ends are barely enough recovery time, I’m in therapy that’s holding the flood at bay just barely.
“You should just quit.” I can’t. We would lose everything and in the current economy my husband’s income is not enough. We’d lose the house, the cars, the cats (which are like my children). And finding another job that pays me $29+ an hour for what I do isn’t easy or a guarantee it won’t be worse for me.
“You are so lucky to be able to work.” I’m not. Please, my sweet dumplings… understand that I’m not.
Far too many people know exactly what I mean by this post.
And that’s concerning.
Because burnout, meltdowns, shutdowns…they damage you. Especially this frequently for this long.
I went back to work on Monday after 3 weeks paid leave.
Yesterday (Tuesday, Australian time), I had a shutdown after work. Just 2 days back at work.
making friends via fandom is inherently hilarious because in many ways it’s like a regular friendship and sometimes you’ll share stuff that’s going on in your lives and offer support and talk about food or pets or random cultural stuff because you live on opposite sides of the damn planet, but also some of your interactions are like “hello beloved friend whom I cherish deeply, I have brought you a deceptively platonic gift of lovingly crafted star wars porn”
I’ve gotta say that there is no better achievement as a neurodivergent person than hyperfixating on a character for so long that you are known as “the ‘insert character name here’ person”
parents got a new cat they named lord montague and this morning i heard my dad in the other room say “i would have to advise against that decision, my lord” followed by a crashing sound
love the trope of being created for some nasty high purpose - You Were Meant To Destroy Them All™ - and the character instead finds empathy and hope. good shit right there.
