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I think my mood will lift when I can get my hands in the dirt again.

Mind you, I do also remember being told to pipe down a bit about chronic illness and disability. That was choice.

Today's braincare session will be the first session since my autism diagnosis. It's no surprise (she already reckoned I was, but this was a diagnosis via all those stupid tests). Next step: ADHD.

By the time I wanted that official diagnosis I had figured I was autistic, but when I look back at how I have perceived myself and others over the years, it was in fact quite a long walk.

@emilygorcenski@indieweb.social @NotYourStrayDog@kolektiva.social IIRC, the death toll was excepionally high. Yet I knew someone who went to Vegas a couple of weeks later and came back saying it was like nothing had happened.

@esther@strangeobject.space Oh I dunno. I know one who's extremely into not-e, because of a preference for the mechanical, who's helping me work out what sort of e-ness I'll need to get my crippled self onto wheels.

And right now (in fact since the really quite minor but very annoying thumb surgery) I am suffering from severe lethargy, which isn't MECFS. Maybe it's a lingering minor virus, but it really feels like a mood.

Don't know if it's my sight that's taking a nosedive or my brain, but I just read "Exploring Paris!" as "Exploring Pants!"

@RanTLaw@aus.social These are perfect.

I had a rubbish night, but in a different way to usual. Something about possibly being asleep but being acutely aware of time dragging. And dreaming that I smelled like I hadn't showered in a week but had to be around people.

Plus the usual stuff about not being able to find a toilet, so at least there was that to hold on to.