Meme: Screenshot of microblog post by @alanjack replying to @fotchi.
Caption: I still don’t know why part of autistic/adhd diagnosis isn’t putting you in a room with someone already diagnosed and seeing how quickly you bond.
Meme: Screenshot of microblog post by @alanjack replying to @fotchi.
Caption: I still don’t know why part of autistic/adhd diagnosis isn’t putting you in a room with someone already diagnosed and seeing how quickly you bond.
Drag knows lots of people with autism who are absolute assholes and drag doesn’t get along with them at all. So this test wouldn’t work reliably.
Ever seen Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs? Flint Lockwood and his dad both have big time autism, and precisely opposite mannerisms and special interests. They don’t understand each other at all and it takes a lot of effort for them to get along.
Solid take Drag, couldn’t agree more
Drag, may i ask you why you refer to drag in such a way? What would in most cases refered to as “third-person”? I’m genuinely curious.
Drag uses person-independent drag/dragself pronouns. They’re inflected and conjugated the same way in first, second, and third person. They reflect drag’s identity as a dragon rider.
Ok, i can dig that. So which one is your favorite dragon?
Drag’s favourite dragon is @HonouraryDragon@lemmy.nz. We’re dating. Drag also likes Saphira and Mushu, and thinks Smaug is hot. Drag doesn’t like Toothless because he abandoned his bro.
I like you, drag. Don’t let anyone give you shit.
Protect Drag at all cost
Imma defeat the dragon rider, that’s what I’m gonna do.
This you?
Drag is not from Pern by chance? Or have family there maybe?
No, drag knows nothing about Pern but that it has dragon riders.
It’s a drag
always cool to see a drag comment :]
Awww, thanks
i agree, this method would never work. There are plenty of pairs of enemies that are both on the spectrum. My bully in high school had ADHD, just like me.
Eyy, we meet again! I suppose it could help for a portion of autistic people
Yeah, me, my dad, and his dad all surely have it, undiagnosed. None of us get along. Dad and I are trying to work through it, but the man is stubborn and firmly believes I’m a prodigal son.