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Dear light-sensitive people, can you please share experiences with or recommendations for FL-41 glasses?

I am looking for something that will help me navigate the harsh lights at my work place. I do have a rather small skull, so I often have to look long and hard for sunnies that don't slide off my nose. Hence, I'm looking for FL-41 glasses that have a relatively small fit. Do you have any recommendations?

Do you have any other advice that you can share? Thanks!

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This belief was taken from me. I now understand that there are unsafe people in this world. Not because they don't know any better (those exist too) but because they don't want to know any better. They are okay with the way they are. They are okay with hurting others.

It's good that I finally understand that not everybody is trust worthy. But in a way I miss the naiveté of my old reality. The world was a better place, even if it was a fantasy.

To everyone who reads this and relates: Let this melancholy be a reminder to stay safe and to be better than those who hurt us. Let's be the change we want to see in this world.

I've survived over 10 years of #narcissisticAbuse in my marriage. I've been only beginning to reclaim my reality after having lived in their reality in which I was defective, overly emotional, needy, and largely good for nothing.

Life has been overall good to me recently. I'm in a wonderful new relationship. I'm building a support network with people who genuinely care about me and my well-being. I'm learning to be more kind to myself. It's hard work but it's worth it.

Despite all of that what remains is this intangible sense of sadness. A persistent low-key melancholy. I used to be a person who genuinely believed that everyone was trying to do their best in their own unique way. That we all were in the same boat that is life and nobody, regardless of their lived experience, was trying to rock it just for their own enjoyment.

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Aufruf von Mieze McCripple
"Viele von euch kennen die Tradition von Effi Biest, in der sie Drag Artists aus dem Publikum einlädt, sich auf der Bühne vorzustellen und für sich Werbung machen zu dürfen.

Die Einladung richtet sich auch an Menschen, die mit Drag anfangen wollen und noch keine Performance hatten, dies ist die Möglichkeit auf euch aufmerksam zu machen! Ihr müsst dafür auch nicht in Drag erscheinen.

Being neurodivergent and running the buggiest and weirdest possible build of obscure software instead of the default one, with a series of desperate and innovative fixes and kludged together workarounds, one after the other, just to make it work even a little bit.

"Why don't you just...?" some poor fool asks. Well! Have you got 45 minutes because I sure can tell you why I don't just! 😆

Every time I feel my brain getting overloaded by the endless stream of information, digital feeds, or just my own hyperactive #neurodivergent synapses, I re-listen to this absolute gem of an audioblog by @keenan

It perfectly captures the over-processing ramp-up...

..then culminates in a soothing bubble bath of velvety voice mastery washing over your brain folds. 🫠

gkeenan.co/avgb/hot-take-its-o

gkeenan.coHot take: It’s okay if we don’t consume all of the world’s information before we die
More from Keenan

I’ve been more or less consistently using my #Notion “tame my effing brain” system for almost 5 months now, which for me is pretty good.

But Notion is going all in on AI and I’m conflicted (because I don’t know if they are offsetting the environmental impact). I’m in dire need of a system right now. My memory and executive function has fled entirely. Giving up one system without a replacement isn’t going to work for me right now. So sick of AI everywhere. #neurodivergent #perimenopause

This week, I have discovered something important about myself: I am AuDhd — autistic and ADHD.

A few years ago, close family suggested that I might be autistic. I started to wonder too, but life kept moving and I pushed it aside. Recently, my psychologist recommended a full assessment. I decided it was time to find out.

Now it’s confirmed. I’m officially diagnosed.

It’s life-changing.
It’s a revelation.
It explains so much about who I am and how my brain works.

I finally have answers to the questions I’ve carried for years. Why I think the way I do. Why I experience the world so intensely. Why things that seem “easy” for others cost me so much energy.

I’ve already spent time grieving the parts of my life shaped by misunderstanding — both from others and from myself. This diagnosis doesn’t change who I am. It simply gives me language for it. It makes sense of a lifetime of being “too much,” “too sensitive,” “too intense.”

I’m not broken.
I’m not a failed version of normal.
I’m neurodivergent — and there is strength in that.

I'm still learning what Unmasking for me means, but here are a few things i plan to start doing:

• Asking for clarity instead of masking confusion
• Setting up my life around my brain’s natural rhythms
• Refusing to apologise for my sensory needs
• Speaking plainly about how I experience the world

Getting this diagnosis is not an end. It’s a beginning.

If you’re walking this path too — late-diagnosed, learning who you really are underneath the masks — you are not alone.

We are allowed to exist as we are.

I’m AuDHD.
I’m proud.
I’m building a life that finally makes sense.