My belief is that using separate language allows for separate behavior.

If I speak a corporate language instead of regular-person language, I behave in corporate ways instead of regular-person ways.

Which means I’d accept things as corporate person that regular-person me would not accept.

So let’s not use corporate words like “learnings,” even — or especially when — at work.

The cost of a "free" AI request:

* you unlearn how to research
* you unlearn critical thinking
* you unlearn cooperation
* your brain deteriorates
* you get partial misinformation in the best case
* propaganda in every other case
* scientists and artists don't get compensated or credited
* the server farm uses extreme amounts of energy
* autocratic regimes get rich from selling fossil fuels
* tons of atomic waste is produced
* the server farm also uses extreme amounts of water to cool the servers and cooling agent is added making the waste water useless for a long time
* droughts lead to decreased food production
* your energy bill, water bill and grocery bill increase, because prices go up
* lots of greenhouse gas is emitted for energy production
* global heating, rising sealevels, wildfires, famine, extreme weather events all lead to climate refugees
* people influenced by AI propaganda and scared of climate refugees vote for fascist autocrats
* your chatbot will deny the existence of gas chambers while your friends are being burned
* everybody loses

The benefits of "free" AI requests:
* you get to make fun of bad results as long as you still know that humans shouldn't have extra fingers growing out of their ears (which might be the new normal soon due to all the atomic waste)

#NoAI #StopUsingAI

@actuallyautistic

Recently I have been thinking and struggling with the double empathy problem of communication that is, in so many ways, the bane of our existence. Like, well, probably all of us, I am used to being misinterpreted, used to my words not be taken at their face value, often despite my great efforts to communicate as clearly as I can, to the point, more often than not, of dumbing down my words to make it as simple as possible. Used to my truths being seen as joking and my jokes, being seen as the truth. Although, to be fair with that one, having a flat effect voice and face and a dry and desolate sense of humour probably doesn't help. But, as used to and as frustrated by all this as I am, every now and again, I am reminded of the other side of this coin.

It is the reason why I started learning allistic at a very young age. Observing, analysing and building up a framework of how and why they communicate. The different approaches they have to it, the more emotive and irrational basis for their communication and why they seemed to follow patterns that made little sense to me, but which obviously did for them. Why I put so much effort into learning to understand and speak this foreign language, or at least to try to. It was simply because that there were so many times when I no more understood them, than they did me. And as good as I have got at this and despite the effort I still pour into it, I still don't.

It's sometimes easy to forget this. That it is as much a me thing, as it is a they thing. That despite all the effort I put in, and they don't, to cross the fundamental divide between us, that divide still exists and sometimes we're very squarely on our side and looking in complete confusion across. It's automatic, I suppose, for me to try and bridge that gap, to blame myself for not being able to and to keep trying to anyway. Like so many of us, I have spent a lifetime being punished for my failures to understand. Or, being gaslit into believing that it is solely my fault, that this is something I should know.

But then, that's the problem. The worrying, the sleepless nights and the situations and conversations on endless loop as I try to understand where things went pear shaped, or what may be coming my way, is all based on the assumption that I can know, or be able to work it out. Whereas the truth is, that sometimes I'll just never know and perhaps it's better to accept that and sleep better.

#Autism
#ActuallyAutistic

Fahre eher selten S-Bahn in #Berlin. Jedesmal muss ich wieder neu feststellen, dass diese permanent piependen Türen in neueren Zügen eine Qual für mein autistisches Gehör sind.

Öffne !!11elf!1!1
Schließe !!11elf!1!1
Nur mal so !!11elf!1!1

#lärm #actuallyautistic