I want to see a new cooking show: "Autistic Iron Chef", where 3 neurodivergent cooks compete to have the best mis en place for the weekly meal, as judged by organization, cleanliness of area when time is called between prep and cook phases, and efficiency of the cooking process. The final result must be correct, but the points are not on taste and presentation but on process.
Who can make this happen?
Another anecdote of autistic joy.
This one takes place after the first Addams Family movie came out. Two neurodivergent friends and I (one was autistic, one ADHD, with me audhd; funny how we tend to form these trios) would go to the same dollar theater several times a week to go watch this movie. The employees there came to recognize us. We'd fill the time before the movie singing the lyrics to the TV show's theme song (with appropriate finger snapping of course). I even started bringing printouts of the lyrics in case anyone else wanted to join in. No one ever did though. In fact, there was seldom more than a few people in the theater with us. Maybe for the best? 
And since the three of us were also playing the Vampire ttrpg at the time, our GM decided--after us having watched the movie one afternoon--to play a game right afterwards where our characters were invited to an Addams party. What a blast that was!
Diary of an AuDHD Squirrel. Day 873 , Thursday 19/03/2026
Thursday was another early start, at just before 7am. Today I managed to get myself up & organised in a weekly personal best of 10 minutes!
I have been tired all day even though itβs been sunny, I guess without the sun I would have been near catatonic!
Iβve done bits & bobs but not been able to settle into anythingor very long.
I did do a search for one of my fave phillips head screwdrivers that went missing in the last room rearrangement, it must be in there somewhere but feck knows where!
We had pulled pork in a bourbon sticky sauce & chips for tea, a nice treat!
Final Thoughts.
Iβm struggling to get stuff done again, no doubt I just need some patronising health professional to tell me to pull myself together!
Thank you to all those who are helping me on this journey, in a myriad different ways. I am thankful to each & every one of you! π« π«ΆπΏοΈπ
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Ich denke, es sollte Geburtsvorbereitungskurse fΓΌr neurodivergente Leute geben.
Konzipiert das jemand? Gibt es das schon irgendwo?
Does anyone like to hear anecdotes of autistic joy?
I just read a post talking about autistic people's love of trains, and while I don't share that particular one exactly, I do have one or two other loves when it comes to infrastructure.
When I was in elementary school, we had a vending machine for milk, but it was always out of order. This made me sad because there was just something about getting nourishment from a machine that captured me. It wasn't until the last day of school that, on my way out with my mother, I noticed that the machine was now working. I insisted that she buy me some milk from it, which I'm sure seemed weird, but even by then I was used to being unusual.
The apex of this particular love came when my older brother took me to the college he was going to (I was still pre-teen at that point). I don't remember why we went there, but he took me to the lunchroom (or whatever it was called) to get something to eat. All along one wall was a bank of vending machines of every kind. And along another wall were floor to ceiling windows overlooking the airport (we were a few stories up).
The high I felt, eating my favorite soup* from a can both from and pre-heated by a machine while watching planes come and go was indescribable. I desperately wanted to go back but alas, never got to.
* Actually I'm not sure if it was my favorite soup at the time, or if that's when it became my favorite soup. π€·
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