That I have ADHD and was not extremely lazy and difficult.
For me it was “i’m ASD and not deliberately being a little shit”
Found out much later there were suspicions, but it was easier to assume i was doing it deliberately. Yeah, we don’t talk any more.
I can’t pause it, it’s multiplayer!
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If you pick up the phone, I have to start downloading this MP3 I’ve been trying to get for half an hour all over again!
I have to start downloading this MP3 I’ve been trying to get for half an hour all over again!
I started using GetRight, if I recall correctly.
I also exploited the living shit out of my high school’s fast connection and a friend’s Zip drive. Pretty sure they had a T1 and the only reason it was so fast was basically because teachers were only using it for email.
I also exploited the living shit out of my high school’s fast connection and a friend’s Zip drive.
My school had a T1, too, but I didn’t have a zip drive, and MP3s were too big for floppies. However, old cracked games very often came in segmented zips that were floppy sized. I’d bring home games 20 or 30 disks at a time (or as many as I thought I could without drawing attention in the computer lab) over the course of a week or more.
I couldn’t manage to convince my parents that I had piss poor vision until I was 8 years old. When I finally managed to get them to take me to the eye doctor and get prescription glasses, my mom apologized to me repeatedly for like 2 weeks.
In my head:
You: “Mom! Everything looks bad!”
Mom: “I know sweetheart, but even though everything seems hopeless we have to focus on the positive things…”“I mean everything is blurry!” “The future often is”
I never even knew that I actually had bad vision until that first prescription at age age 8. If you’ve never seen clearly before, you don’t even realize your vision is blurry to even tell anyone.
But you’d figure that they might have started getting a clue years earlier when I got lost in my own room, couldn’t see the chalkboard in class, and had to sit super close to the TV…
My dad would get mad at me for sitting too close to the tv or for not recognizing people. They never thought to have my eyes checked until my Kindergarten teacher had the school test my eye sight
In 2nd grade at age 7, they tested us with the basic eye test chart. When they asked me to read the first letter from the chart, I asked “What chart?”
I literally couldn’t even read the huge E on the top of the chart. It was just a huge blurry white rectangle on the door to me.
I got in trouble for ‘acting out and refusing to take the test’ or some shit like that. Ain’t that about fucked up?
I managed to make it to 13, I could not see past my arm length without everything becoming mad blurry. No wonder I only read books as a kid!
That capitalism is exploitation. I simply didn’t have the education to be able to fight back against the bullshit I was being fed.
The same goes for Christianity being more about control of the populace (and women in particular) than about making people become good people.
Come to think of it, even with all my education, I still can’t get through to these stupid fucks.
It’s not me, it’s them.
I couldn’t explain to them that I wanted the 12 MB Voodoo 2 3d accelerator so they got me the 8 MB version which limited me to 800x600.
Brutal
emotional damage
Literally unplayable.
That religion was seriously, extremely fucking stupid.
How to use a computer.
My dad once physically pried the buttons off a mouse because he couldn’t figure out left vs right clicking, and thought it was broken. I still didn’t know what he thought he would accomplish.
That I saw the way they treated their sons better than the way they treated their daughters and that I didn’t agree with it.
Any attempt at explaining my thoughts was met with accusations that I was lazy or lying or not being a supportive family member.
I really needed to be left alone after school because I am deeply introverted, and spending eight hours with all those people was so draining, even though I usually managed to not actually talk to anyone most days.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like my parents. I didn’t have any battery left and I didn’t know how to communicate that.
Advanced calculus, on account of not knowing what it was.
That they weren’t feeding us well. I didn’t know enough about nutrition to fully make my argument, I just remember getting sulky when we went shopping and our cart was 90% junk food.
That something crazy just happened, and maybe they should care. I’m still not sure what was going on in their heads in those moments; it was a repeating theme.
Asexuality.
That. And nonbinarity.
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“Mom, I’m not girl”
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“But you have girl parts between your legs, you’re not a boy”
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“Mom, I’m not a boy either. I’m something else. Also I don’t want kids and I’m not sexually attracted to anyone”
That was almost 40 years ago. No internet at the time and not categories like ace, enby, etc.
Do you still feel the same way?
I do.
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Freddie Mercury.
i dont like either of you and i never will
