you know I once googled how very organized housewives kept their homes super clean. And one thing they suggested was, if a task can be done in less than 2 minutes, do it right away.
And I have to think about this very often when depression tells me to delay doing things, if it tells me something is too much work right now etc.
If I can do it in less than 2 minutes I can do it no matter how exhausting it seems.
That’s what I tell myself. And it works!
I get more done and after 2 minutes I usually realize the pain doing this thing is not so horrible as my brain suggested. And then I keep going and expand the task and get real work done, holy shit
That’s…. actually brilliant. Two minutes is so short, it’s relatively an easy amount of time to FORCE yourself to work on something, even when you’re just completely deflated.
What works really really well for me is to compound annoying tasks that don’t require much thought with something actually pleasant. It took a long time to find the actual pleasant thing, but with audiobooks I can actually end up looking for chores to do because I want to continue listening to the book, and it doesn’t combine well with anything except the most mindless work.
That’s how I cleaned my bathroom top to bottom two weeks ago, after barely being able to pick up empty loo rolls from the floor for…well, months.
And if the task was as taxing as you thought it’s over and you can lie down now knowing it’s done. There’s no shame in doing the two minute task and leaving it there.
I do this and the timer is ‘the time it takes for the kettle to boil’. I try not to walk away when making tea, I stay in the kitchen and while waiting I tidy/put stuff in the dishwasher etc. It kind of works because I’m there anyway
i’ve stopped trash talking comic sans after learning the font is actually one of the only dyslexia-friendly fonts that come standard with most computers and i advocate for others doing the same
In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans, other dyslexia-friendly alternatives include Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, Century Gothic and Trebuchet.
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Random fact: Verdana is one of the few fonts which was specifically designed to be as easy to read as possible, even at smaller type sizes. It was designed this way for use on screen, but the same principles apply in print too. This is part of why some Universities use Verdana as their default font for documents.
“In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans” is one of the best things I’ve ever read on this website
Century Gothic and Trebuchet are both quite handsome typefaces.
I’m partial to Century Gothic as well. It’s serif, but not boring.
There’s also a dyslexic font designed especially for dyslexic people to read.
You can install on your tablets, laptops and browers etc, so not only can you change things like documents into it, you can change websites into that font as well!
I’m sure you’re bright enough to do a google search, but since I’m dumb enough to forget to post a link, here it is. Better late than never
I default to arial for this reason, but I will now be defaulting to verdana or dyslexie. nice.
I don’t think I have dyslexia but that dyslexie font was the easiest fucking thing to read ever. Books should be written in that shit.
ALSO!!!
For computer reading, when you mix up lines of text, there’s a web browser app called Beeline Reader. It looks like this
The colors are also customizable, to an extent and while I don’t have dyslexia, I have adhd which makes reading large amounts of text harder and this helps A LOT.
I have literally never been able to read an entire paragraph without having to go back and figure out which line I’ve missed oh my god
BeeReader is actually going to change my life today
So I was taught a lesson in how to get rid of a migraine in 30 seconds and omfg listen my migraines don’t go away ever but I was shown what part of my body to touch and like???????????????
It’s witchcraft????????? Like I would be burned at the stake if I lived in ye olde days knowing that information?????
What the fuck??????
Spill it! Lol….Hooooowwwww?? Had migraines since age 9….😓😓😓
Its called the T4 push, but I literally can’t find the info online????? I guess I’m not searching good enough? These medical fuckers are holdin out on us lol.
It’s best to have someone do this for you while you stand up and relax your muscles as best you can, but if you’re alone, a tennis ball and a flat surface will probably work. Alternatively you can lie on the edge of a bed at the pressure point. (But no really do try to find someone to do it for you)
Find the area in your spine between either the first, second, third, or fourth vertebrae. It should be sore and uncomfortable to press down on, so look for the one that’s most painful, and press down with as much pressure as you can on that area for 30 seconds.
Realize that 80% of your pain has magically disappeared and keep the info secret if you live in a small puritan town, lest you be tried for witchcraft.
If you don’t have to worry about being burned or hanged, then share the info with your migraine suffering friends.
As someone who wrote a 10k word paper on pressure points for a high belt ranking test in her martial arts class, I can tell you that you just found a pressure point used in acupressure and acupuncture to relieve pain, particularly that in the head. 🙂
Hand to god we discovered this by accident when my husband was rubbing my neck and I nearly collapsed it felt so good
This post was sent by literal angels??? I’ve had a persistent low-level headache for nearly 24hrs and now it’s gone??? In 30 seconds? What gods did you sacrifice to for this information!?!?
As a medical massage therapist, I thought I would give my two cents.
This is good for tension migranes and normal migraines, but actually pretty useless for sinus migraines. It’ll help for a hot second, but quickly come back. (These are usually the migraines behind your eyes, in your ears, and behind your forehead. Sometimes it can feel like jaw pain or TMJ) for sinus migraines, behind the ear in a divot. Press down firmly and pull towards your collarbone. That’ll drain your sinuses. Also, pressing around the eye socket on the cheekbones help. There is also a little triangle up away from the eye in the eyebrow bone. Press and hold pretty hard and that’ll relieve that behind the forehead pain. Also, ear pulling is great to help move sinuses around.
Don’t forget the temples too! Press firmly and hold. Open and close your jaw while holding your temples. It’ll feel weird, but it’ll help with jaw pain. It’ll work a similar way if you hold the jaw joint under your cheekbone.
And never underestimate the power of a foot massage!! Give minutes can be all the difference!! Our feet are our base. If they hurt even a little, somewhere else in your body will hurt. Treat your feet and sinuses kindly!
As a lifelong sufferer from frequent migraines I will reblog this everytime I see it, for myself and my fellow sufferers!!
Visual aid: I’m pretty sure the Heavenly Pillar one is the one being talked about here.
my mum sent me this vid which demonstrates how to use a (usb) charger when ur power goes out, using a car usb plugin, charging cable,a pen spring, and a 9V battery
The magic bra ladies live in a small shop hung with underwear and swimsuits. It is not fancy looking. There are a lot of cardboard boxes. The shop is called Madame Leiberg’s. I sometimes wonder about that. Who was Madame Leiberg? I know my mum got her first bra there, and that it’s where my great-grandmother used to buy her long-line bras and reinforced pantygirdles. It must have been around since at least the 1960s. I can’t imagine the redoubtable figure that was Great-Gran buying her all-important slightly creaky-sounding undergarments anywhere new, so it had probably been there a while before she condescended to grace it with her patronage. 1950s? Earlier? It’s in the middle of the most Jewish suburb of London, and Leiberg sounds German. Maybe the original Madame Leiberg was part of the wave of German Jewish immigrants in the 1930s. Or maybe she never existed at all, who knows.
It’s the most incredible shop.
I walk in. I do not make the mistake of trying to browse. You don’t browse in this place. “What are you looking for?” asks the nearest magic bra lady. She is the junior shop assistant, I think, although I’m pretty sure she’s also the one who fitted me for my first bra a decade and a half ago. She looks like she’s been there since the dawn of time. The senior bra lady looks like she’s been there since before the dawn of time. There is decades of combined underwear experience in this room.
“Er,” I say. This is already going better than the second-last time I was here, when the senior bra lady didn’t even ask the question, just raised an eyebrow and said, “Ah. You’ll want something that fits.”
“Two bras?” I say. “Uh, a dark one and a light one?” Two bras here is an extravagance. I can just about afford it. It’ll pay itself off in cost-per-wear, I tell myself.
I am whisked into a fitting room and ordered to take my top off. I don’t feel remotely shy about it. I never do here. They aren’t interested in what my body looks like. They just want to give me the perfect bra.
That’s why you don’t browse, you see. You know nothing about the perfect bra. They do. They don’t mess around with measurements. I have never seen a tape measure in this shop. They take a look at you and then go and fetch you the exact bra you need from a cardboard box known only to them. It truly is magical.
My magic bra lady examines the bra I’m currently wearing. She checks the label. “That can’t be right,” she says. My bra is a 32C nude t-shirt bra, purchased here two years ago. “Hmm,” says the assistant. She goes and gets me a bra the same size and tries it on me. “Just what I thought,” she says, whisking it off before I have a chance to see what it looks like.
“Take that,” she says, gesturing to the bra I came in with, “and throw it away. Burn it. Never wear it again.”
“Okay,” I say meekly.
“Look, try this.” She puts a 34D bra in the same style on me. I can feel the difference at once. There’s no wire digging into me. The straps fit. “That’s so much bett-” I begin.
“No,” she says. She takes it off me. She puts another one on me. “Here.”
34E. Wow, really? I’m thinking. I knew I’d gained weight but I didn’t realise it was that much. “Perfect,” says my bra lady with satisfaction. “The other one was gapping over the breastbone.”
I look at myself in the mirror. I’ve been unsatisfied with my body lately, if I’m honest. I didn’t expect to stay the same weight forever that I was when I was a teenager, I tell myself. I’m okay being a stone or two heavier; it’s definitely better than the skeletal look I had in the pits of my last major depressive episode when I just stopped eating. Be body positive, right? I look fine. I feel fine. I’m happy. I like how I look naked. I just avoid glancing towards the mirror when I’m getting dressed. Everything seems to sag and roll alarmingly when I try to put clothes on it.
The woman in the mirror looks great. I love the bra. I love her. Nothing is sagging or rolling. If it was it wouldn’t matter, because the boobs are fantastic.
“What else did you want?” asks my bra lady, with a quiet touch of smugness. She knows she’s good.
“Something darker?” I say. “Uh, I have quite a lot of tops with low necklines -”
“Something pretty,” says the bra lady firmly.
She disappears into the midst of the cardboard boxes. When she reappears she is holding three black bras. One has a deep blue-green peacock design, subtle; one is lace; one has an adorable cherry bow. They’re all gorgeous. You can’t buy all of them, I tell myself firmly. I already know I’m going to go for at least two.
She puts them on me one after the other. Square neckline. Scoop. Deep v. The peacock one is possibly the most gorgeous thing I have ever put on my body. The cherry bow is adorable. The black lace only loses out by comparison. My magic bra lady looks satisfied. She’s no fool: she’s brought out two really expensive ones and the black lace one for a cheap option. I resign myself to the inevitable. I am going to spend a lot of money here. Cost-per-wear, I tell myself. Also apparently I have to throw out and possibly burn all my current bras, because it’s very clear from these that I’ve been wearing completely the wrong size.
Oh well. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Are there knickers with these?” I ask.
“We’d have to order in from Germany for that one,” she says, gesturing to the peacock bra.
I walk away with three new bras: nude t-shirt bra, cherry bow v-neck, and the peacock one. I also have a matching pair of knickers for the cherry bow one and the peacock knickers on order. I wince at the bill. Two hundred quid, wow, that is a substantial chunk of my budget for the next few months. It’s worth it. I go two years at a time between bra shops so that I can afford to come here when I need new underwear.
My magic bra lady won’t let me wear my old bra home. “You can throw it in the bin here if you like,” she offers. I protest. It has served me well. It deserves a honourable burial in my own personal bin.
I walk home wearing a new bra. It’s comfortable. It fits perfectly. It makes me feel happy about how I look. And I have never been so supported.
Anyway, they are so old-fashioned they barely have a website, but if you are ever in north London and find yourself in need of slightly-pricey-but-genuinely-perfect underwear placed on you by experts in an atmosphere of total soothing competence, you should definitely visit.
So I’m getting married a week today, and I walked into Leiberg’s with my dress and the sentence ‘can you -‘
And now I have a perfectly fitted bustier which matches the dress like it was made for it and fits perfectly and makes my cleavage fabulous and my waist tiny and is SO comfortable.
Magic bra ladies, you guys. There’s nothing like them.
A nice anon asked me the other day about my writing software, and I gave out the name “manuskript” and like, realised that i really wanted to share more about it with you guys ! (I gain no money for that, i just really like that app ?)
SO, Manuskript.
First it’s free. So, yeah, nice ! Then :
Parts to put your general infos and summary, with option to put different sized summary. NICE. Then I guess you’d like to keep tracks of your character ? Well good cause here :
Sorted into main/secondary/minor for your convenience. You can chose colors for them which will be useful later… Mine is pretty empty cause I got all in my brain and forget to put it down here but see that last tab ? Perfect for a character sheet ! Then you’ve got plots, sub-plots, sub-subplots ? Here you go :
I did some censorship there, because I wouldn’t want to spoil you but see ? Organised in importance, general infos, characters part of the plot/subplot, then resolution steps. Also there’s a button on the right side so if you wanna have the book summary on screen you can. SO NICE.
Also I guess you may have some worldbuilding to do ? GOOD cause there’s a part for this too !
Here you can put all your worldbuilding stuff, under categories of your choice !
Now you want to do some plans for your writing ? put down chapters, parts ? guess what’s in the “outline” tab 😉
On your left, you plots and subplots. In the middle, your outline. You can also put a summary, one line or longer, set the POV, and the wordcount goal down there. HOW COOL.
What about ACTUALLY WRITING NOW ?
Here is the Editor with all parts open : outline on the left, data, cheat and search tab on the right, and that thing that let’s you keep track of things you put in References (in the data tab) through chapters, with POVS, down.
Note : You can chose also what appears in the outline bar : here i set it so that i have : – progression percentage after categories, wordcount after chapters – color of chapter icon indicates POV – color of categories and chapters name indicate progression (red = not started or less than half [or two thirds ?] of goal, blue = half of goal or more, green = goal or more, orange = more than a third of goal above it)
Of course you can chose which tabs are open. For example this is my usual set. Outline, data, nothing more
I don’t use much of the “Debug” part, but it’s a great way to keep track of things, and I guess you can do much with it that I don’t know about.
This is timely, because I literally just was working on a friend’s resume who does commissions on tumblr, and I wrote it like this:
Freelance Artist • Created custom artwork for a variety of domestic and international clients. • Communicated effectively with customers in order to facilitate and execute their visions according to their individual needs. • Invoiced and processed payments via PayPal processing service. • Met deadlines, sustained a high level of customer satisfaction, and cultivated a database of clients. • Used social media to find and connect with customers.
Never underestimate the work that you’re doing!
Oh, yes, my friends. The earlier you learn to sell yourself with unmitigated bullshit, the better off you’ll be.
And the thing is: it’s. not. bullshit. That is what we are doing as fan authors and fan artists – only phrased in business language. But all of it is true.
For the uninformed, functioning labels are terms like high functioning autism, low functioning autism, mild autism, severe autism. Other words like moderate or level 1, level 2, etc may be used too.
Functioning labels are extremely offensive because they’re placed on autistic people based on observation from the outside. This is problematic for three reasons.
Functioning labels determine how autistic people are treated. People associate “low functioning/severe” with incompetence or infancy and they end up treating the autistic person like a pet or a baby. High functioning/mild gets stereotyped as people who are just a little quirky and their difficulties get ignored as laziness or intentional stubbornness.
Functioning labels imply brokenness and treat people as if their intrinsic value is determined by what they contribute to society rather than the fact that they are a living being with oxygen in their lungs and blood in their veins like everybody else.
Functioning labels create a dichotomy as if there are differing “levels” of autism or that people exist on different areas of the spectrum. NO, NO, NO, that’s not how it is.
Think of spectroscopy and how the elements create their own signature color lines. Now put peoples’ names in place of the elements: Hydrogen/Harold, Helium/Henry, Lithium/Luke, Oxygen/Olga, Carbon/Carol, Nitrogen/Nadine.
Autism is like that. We’re all on the same spectrum and all that is unique is how we display our symptoms, our sensory issues, our splinter abilities and so forth.
In light of that, I want to change the language. Let’s start pushing for support levels instead of functioning labels.
High support: Anyone who isn’t able to live independently and needs help with some or all of their basic daily living skills such as eating, bathing, basic grooming, putting on makeup, getting dressed and completing tasks. Can be abbreviated online or in writing as HSP for High Support Person or HSAP for High Support Autistic Person.
Usage in speech: Clarissa is a high support autistic person and needs assistance with getting dressed and taking a shower. Abbreviated usage online: I’m a HSAP and I’m really into physics, so the poor sucker who signs me on is gonna hear a lot about it when they hand me my iPad!
Medium support: Anyone may or may not live independently and doesn’t need help with basic living skills, but needs help with other things like cooking, completing some tasks, transportation if unable to drive and assistance for things like grocery shopping. Can be abbreviated online or in writing as MSP for Medium Support Person or MSAP for Medium Support Autistic Person.
Usage in speech: Kevin is a medium support autistic person and needs some assistance to prepare meals and shop for the wood he uses for his carpentry projects. His boyfriend, Max, usually helps him with those. Usage online: I’m a MSAP and I’m looking for info about saws. Any fellow auties know what’s best for cutting oak?
Low support: Anyone who more often than not lives independently and may only need assistance with minor things like balancing a checkbook, getting started on some tasks like organizing a garage sale or arranging to move from one house to another. Can be abbreviated online or in writing as LSP for Low Support Person or LSAP for Low Support Autistic Person.
Usage in speech: Jesse is a low support autistic person and she only needs help keeping her checkbook balanced. Usage online: I’m a LSAP and I’m thinking about moving to Seattle. What’s the weather and traffic like there?
Reasons support levels are better:
They don’t make assumptions about intelligence
They don’t encourage infantilization or pity
They sound more respectful and dignified
Ditch functioning labels and start using support levels. These terms can apply to practically every kind of disability, not just autism.
For the record, I’m a MSAP.
Please reblog this whether you’re disabled or not. Make this viral.
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