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26 Mar 2025, 9:33 am
Is there any worse feeling than the one you get when you put your egg into the boiling water and the shell immediately cracks and you've got to sit there waiting for your boiled egg knowing the whole time that it's going to be rubbish because water will have got inside the shell?
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26 Mar 2025, 11:51 am
DuckHairback wrote:
Is there any worse feeling than the one you get when you put your egg into the boiling water and the shell immediately cracks and you've got to sit there waiting for your boiled egg knowing the whole time that it's going to be rubbish because water will have got inside the shell?
I put the egg into the pan first and then slowly pour on the boiling water.
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26 Mar 2025, 12:31 pm
DuckHairback wrote:
Is there any worse feeling than the one you get when you put your egg into the boiling water and the shell immediately cracks and you've got to sit there waiting for your boiled egg knowing the whole time that it's going to be rubbish because water will have got inside the shell?
It's not so much the degradation of the egg that bothers me, more the awful bloody mess inside the pan.
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26 Mar 2025, 2:25 pm
I once knew a guy that was a highly capable person and because of his honorable traits, he ended up sacrificing a considerable part of his brain as a result of a severe head injury. I would spend time with him every week or two. An observer that didn't know how to look at the interaction and relationship would see two people wasting time talking about random songs. What I saw was that this guy was communicating a lot using the parts of his brain that were not only still functional, but compensating. He was saying I'm in pain, I can't communicate it because people don't hear it right when they tell me what I'm saying is wrong, I feel like a huge burden which is contradictory to how I am/was, people treat me like I'm stupid yet they can't hear me, and I'm still trying. I use to let him show me his favorite songs and let him feel them. Maybe it was the only time he felt safe to feel them, or maybe he was happy that someone was there to help him feel safe enough to feel them instead of telling him what he was feeling, or maybe he felt seen, or maybe he felt that someone valued his method of communicating, or maybe he felt accepted without any judgment or pity. I don't know what happened to him because I had to end that relationship abruptly, but I think about him nearly everyday, and I wonder if he's okay.
The last song I remember him showing me was In Color by Jamey Johnson. I don't think I was able to understand the message rationally, but I think I may have felt it close enough for him to appreciate sharing it with me.
I once knew a guy that was a highly capable person and because of his honorable traits, he ended up sacrificing a considerable part of his brain as a result of a severe head injury. I would spend time with him every week or two. An observer that didn't know how to look at the interaction and relationship would see two people wasting time talking about random songs. What I saw was that this guy was communicating a lot using the parts of his brain that were not only still functional, but compensating. He was saying I'm in pain, I can't communicate it because people don't hear it right when they tell me what I'm saying is wrong, I feel like a huge burden which is contradictory to how I am/was, people treat me like I'm stupid yet they can't hear me, and I'm still trying. I use to let him show me his favorite songs and let him feel them. Maybe it was the only time he felt safe to feel them, or maybe he was happy that someone was there to help him feel safe enough to feel them instead of telling him what he was feeling, or maybe he felt seen, or maybe he felt that someone valued his method of communicating, or maybe he felt accepted without any judgment or pity. I don't know what happened to him because I had to end that relationship abruptly, but I think about him nearly everyday, and I wonder if he's okay.
The last song I remember him showing me was In Color by Jamey Johnson. I don't think I was able to understand the message rationally, but I think I may have felt it close enough for him to appreciate sharing it with me.
If you ever see him again or meet someone like him maybe encourage him to express himself using color or in a language that connects with him. I can articulate very well but I express my own thoughts and emotions best with color. I use digital color wheels for this and, sometimes, colored pencils. There is nothing quite like that.
I often ‘hear’ the people who can’t speak or express themselves with audible words. Like us, it’s very frustrating for them to be misunderstood. Many are sharp as a tack intellectually but they present in a way that NTs don’t understand.
To the NT community: do not ever diminish or infantilize someone because they are unable to speak.
26 Mar 2025, 9:33 am
