Ough I think Vyvanse might not be my jam. Giving it a full two week trial and then we'll see what other tricks the medical establishment can offer.

I know there's various forms of unspoken flagging for various LGBTQIA+ groups but is there like... a way to let people know I'm autistic without saying it? Like I'm quiet and subtly offputting not by choice and you can indeed talk to me if you're willing to approach like you would a scared cat.

I think all women should get bigger. Pick a dimension and increase it by 5-10%. Height: Wear those heels, who cares if it makes you taller than him Width: Strong is sexy, pump iron if you want Depth: Treating yourself isn't the end of the world, have that eclair

I have a deal to offer you, @albomp.bsky.social. I'll agree to your Online ID cuck chair bullshit learning all about my wanking habits BUT for every unique screenshot of an age-gate that isn't automatically bypassed every MP has to go down to Burley-Griffin and chug a litre straight from the lake.

It's been forever since I've just sat under a tree in public chilling out and sipping a cold drink. Maybe the vyvanse is working...

2 year old niece couldn't be convinced to try lasagne or eat any garlic bread. I suspect sighting the cake before dinner had altered her nutritional priorities. However, she can always be convinced to dip crackers and veggies in hummus. To the point of eating the hummus straight out of the tub.

Almost done shopping for today: ✅Meth (new ADHD pills for me) ✅Crack (Easter chocolate for my niece) ✅Trafficked Animal (plush bunny toy to go with the chocolate) ✅"Juice" (sugar free konjac drinks for my mum) ✅Shatter (renkon chips for my dad to try) ☑️Paraphernalia (assorted grocery stuff)

Just thought of a genuinely useful application for detection/tracking tech that I haven't seen yet. Integrate into a bain marie to automatically flag things that have hit their hold time. Guarantee maximum potential sale time, less waste, no more manky dimmies.

People who swing their cars really wide to take any and every corner: It's an SUV, not an aircraft carrier. If you're terrified of clipping the corner then maybe you should have picked something more practical.

I'm coining a new coffee term. "Mug note", derived from the "room note" found in pipe tobacco reviews. It's the scent profile of the cup left after you've finished drinking it. My last coffee beans had a strong brown sugar mug note that just about filled the room. Current ones? Mild maple syrup.

My niece is nearly 3 years old and she's already got a good grasp of the Classics. Her top three are Run, Slide and Balloon but I think in a few months she'll really develop her skills around Scream and perhaps we might graduate her to supervised exposure to Stick.

I don't want to put any pressure on certain specific developers, but if particular items on my Steam wishlist don't release soon I may need to start harvesting my dopamine from unwilling donors.

There are still places where you can feed five adults and a toddler for $50 and I think that's beautiful.

Thinking about D/s dynamics with an autistic dom(me) and allistic brat sub. How's the sub gonna know how far they can push it?

Really appreciate the advances in ECG electrode adhesive technology. Didn't lose a single chest hair this time.

I need to diet again I think:(

Medication prices in the US are not so easy to look up from the outside, but I found a site that's at least got some dollar values. Plugged in a couple of my more niche/expensive medications and hoooooly shit. US: Mycophenolic Acid $15.77 per pill Australia: Mycophenolic Acid $0.21 per pill

Do I probably qualify to see a psychologist? Yes Do I think it's very funny to phrase the most mundane things in the most concerning ways? Also yes You see where the problem comes in, I assume.

Something I've noticed when I see my parents watching Seven News is that every other story you pretty much get told how you should feel about it during the intro. Once you notice it you'll never stop hearing it.

One of these days I'll get into a Numenera game but I think I really need to wrap my head around the lore a bit better first. I guess it's a little bit of a departure from the medieval-ish fantasy I'm used to and I'm struggling to map it to tropes I'm familiar with.

Been doing an experiment on myself where I switched to decaf for the last couple weeks and it's been fucking laaaame the whole time. Feeling flat, less motivation than usual etc. Had a Viet iced coffee with my banh mi lunch today and I'm starting to feel actually normal. ADHD double-confirmed.

Watching my parents struggle with the most advanced and mind-bogglingly complex contraption ever conceived by humanity: The parking meter

Can we have a new social media trend where I win the lottery (a minimum jackpot is more than enough) and I start sporadically posting the random projects that have been building up in my to-do list?

I can tell I'm not a Real Lover because what do you mean I just rediscovered that Cristina Scabbia exists. As in I had completely forgotten. Haha who want me

You ever scroll your feed and see someone that looks familiar "Oh, who's that? I don't remember following/friending this person." "Wait a minute. I know that guy. His hair's long and..." "Ooooh... Riiiiiiiiight... HER hair is longer now." That's twice now. Which is a lot for how antisocial I am.

"But what would your ideal job be?" "Wizard's apprentice has never existed as an occupation, so I don't know what to tell ya."

I've gotten ready for bed and that apparently means it's the perfect time for my brain to decide we're storyboarding a travel montage for a completely non-existent movie. I don't want to up my melatonin again so I guess we're exercising before bed from now on our something.

Entering the War On Cumin On the side of Cumin

WELL YA BOY GOT HIS DIAGNOSIS THIS DOESN'T IMMEDIATELY FIX ANYTHING BUT IT'S A START

The biggest tip I can give to anyone struggling with executive function with regard to the cooking/ordering dinner discourse is to get familiar with the timer functions of your appliances. With a few exceptions, you can set things up when you have the energy and then forget about them until dinner.

Explaining my experience with executive dysfunction to people and seeing the slightly haunted look in their eyes as they experience flashbacks is never going to stop feeling rewarding. To name a thing is to tame a thing.

Somehow my brain has decided that it's not Sleep Time, it's Workshop A Parody Of War Pigs Again Time. This one is about perving on the sexy witches dancing nude in the moonlight. ....I either need to actually finish one of these or take more melatonin.

The problem with tiramisu is that it's very easy to basically inhale a two person serve by yourself and then you don't have any tiramisu any more.

I gotta get off social media, man. I scroll and scroll and see the most glorious, gorgeous examples of beauty humanity has to offer and then I remember that in order to be able to smoosh my face into someone I have to go outside and actually meet and talk to people at some point.

Watching food videos from Old World restaurants with those really old traditions that date back generations and it's like - Twelve meats all boiled in the same pot, sliced at the table - Whole bottles of six different alcohols tipped into a kettle - Omelette, but we'll charge you sixty euro for it

CARBOHYDRATE INHALATION is the name of my upcoming album all about self destructive behaviour and being passively suicidal. (I should really start actually try learning to play my bass...)

Every now and then we get a new kind of minor Family Revelation. Today's is that it's likely my mother had a half-sister that we thought may not have survived long past childbirth buuuuut also might have only died a couple years ago and lived in the same city for a while?

"Yeah gimme some of that... morted ella. Oh and some of the gool. And some pep. Yeah the pan lube too. Heavy crunchy water." <- What the sandwich guy would hear if I let my inside thoughts be outside thoughts.

Random lady at the pharmacy triggered a long-dormant instinct today when she was making conversation with the cashier. The way she complimented her hair had exactly the right sort of awkward language to let me know what would follow. "I'm just talking to people I meet about Christ..."

Me, on a Starfleet ship: "Computer, food." Computer: "Per guidelines from the Chief Medical Officer it is inadvisable to only..." Me: "Override. Food, custom menu profile: Adrian 1" <One slice of Costco pepperoni pizza appears accompanied by a frosty post-mix Pepsi Max>

I've figured out my goals for 2026. In order: -Win the lottery -Move into my dream apartment -Get a younger* boyfriend AND an older* girlfriend -Have them decide on a skincare plan for me because I'm useless (*Chronologically** or whimsically) (**Age is just a number***) (***After you turn 25ish)

Starting to think I flew too close to the sun with buying my niece her first plush. My sister is currently carrying around the future second nibling and I'm trying to pick out exactly which one I should get in advance.

I've been huddling indoors in the air conditioning for the last few days because it's been a scorcher outside but I've just put on a hoodie. I've lived in and visited all sorts of Australian climates but Melbourne weather is straight up bullshit.

It's been probably around 20 years or more since I read 1984 but I've just remembered something that bothers me. At one point Winston is talking to an old geezer in a pub and the oldie whinges about the shift from pints to litres and half-litres.

Whoever decided that I should live in interesting times deserves to become one of my Rimworld pawns when I'm feeling particularly heinous. Or be a 17 year old girl's least favourite townie in a heavily modded Sims 4 game.

New pharmacist at the local place means a new experience of explaining the niche edge case and dosage oddness of my medication to someone who starts at a position of "The patient doesn't know anything". For reference, my usual interaction is more like: "Hi, I need these." "Cool, ten minutes."

I think I've narrowed down my ideal throuple (micropolycule?) and the fact that I've even thought about it is hilarious because it would require me to somehow be able to pull TWO different archetypes at the same time AND have them also be into each other. So basically I need to write self-fic.

In one of those depression pits where nothing appeals to me any more so I've been going through janky-ass "Adult Games" for just a crumb of dopamine. Gotta say, there's a lot of jank and inexplicable plot choices. But also some comedy gold.

Have an appointment today. Booked by someone else, not the usual guy. Figure it's time I actually go in for a face-to-face once before going back to video call only. Get up early, drive half an hour to their new office. Juuuust pull into parking. Regular guy calls and we sort it over the phone.

Starting a list of brownish sludges that might put off the unknowing, but are actually evidence that there's some kind of benevolent higher power: -Gumbo -Dal makhani -Mole poblano -Nutella