Vashti

I’m a nonverbal autistic.

I mean, go off with your conspiracy theory that’s not supported by your link, I guess.

My dad was born in the 30s, and was just as autistic as me. His mother (born 1910) died when I was little, but I remember her being eccentric, and my mother called her “difficult”. They both lived perfectly normal lives, they were just very different from the others around them. I’m autistic and so is my nephew; that’s four generations, spanning a century.

We have always been here.

Or people could have been autistic all along, and just not diagnosed?

Kindles are great devices and they’re subsidised, so they’re cheap. It’s perfectly possible to use them on e.g. permanent airplane mode. You don’t even have to buy books from Amazon, if you use Calibre.

That said I’ll be going Kobo next time because I love buttons.

The proof will be in what your child tells you, when they feel able to do so.

So are Irish conditions different from conditions over the sea in Wales, or…?

From what I can tell, the secret is rubber boots.

Linehan being attached to something isn’t a plus these days…

Just cook the chicken and eat it. You won’t notice the feathers.

As a counterpoint, I’d like to mention that people often scream “reading incomprehension” when actually, what they wrote was ambiguous or unclear.

Not saying you do this, just that I see this far more often than I see people misreading anything.

The word you’re probably thinking of is kichigai. But there are oceans of words that you can’t use on TV in Japan as I understand it, and there have been since the 70s.

m*nko begs to differ.

This reminds me of the not-very-edifying-at-all moment when “joey” became a universal term of abuse in UK playgrounds.

So like am I the only one[tm] who felt like time did pass, actually, while I was under? It was like being deeply asleep.

It’s so weird to me that you’re all put under for wisdom teeth. I’ve had three out with local and nobody even suggested I might need a general.

Isn’t it because they paralyse you and your lungs stop working?

I don’t remember a damn thing. One moment there was a mask over my face and I was being asked to count backwards from ten (I think I got to about 8?), the next I woke up very bleary with a sore throat.

For a long time I thought I woke in a large room with three rows of cots. It wasn’t until some years afterwards that I realised I never saw the room I awoke in.

I didn’t feel high at any point, but then I have ADHD and even being shot full of morphine by a paramedic (the previous week) didn’t get me high. I wuz robbed.

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Actually, now you come to mention it…