DillyDaily

My mum and I had a shared period calendar when I was a young teen and still getting used to tracking my cycle, she hung the calendar and pen in the bathroom to model how I could track my cycle in a diary as I got older.

We invented a key/symbol system so the calendar wasn't intrusive for my brother and father to see, and one of the symbols we used for the luteal phase was a sort of hourglass ⏳, it was originally my mums poor doodle/sketch of a panty liner to indicate "you might spot a bit this week" but it looked like an hourglass so I joked that symbol meant I'm "just waiting for the storm to arrive".

It was the perfect symbol for me, because when people ask about the tattoo, and I don't want to go into the real reason I say "it's a visual reminder" and if they ask more I can say "it's an hourglass, because there's only a little time LEFT, it's on my left hand - I get my lefts and rights mixed up. Plus it reminds me to put my watch back on after I get dressed, so it helps remind me of a lot of different things"

Yuuuup, I ended up getting a tattoo on my wrist that is essentially a personal period joke.

At one stage it was crucial for my survival, it was a kind of grounding token to snap me out of hormonal suicidal insanity when my PMS was at its worst. Something I'd see that would bluntly remind me "it's not you, it's your hormones, you don't actually want this"

When I say the urge came and went zero to sixty back to zero in 30 seconds flat, sometimes that was an understatement. I really struggled because in addition to suicidal ideation during PMS, I had undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, which often gets worse with PMS thanks to the way oestrogen and progesterone play off each other.

Guess who's got major impulsively issues. Guess what two symptoms really shouldn't be combined.

I have zero desire to kill myself.

But my hormones seemed desperate to try and make me do it every month, especially as a teen.

It didn't help that I had endometriosis and at 17 developed a uterine prolapse, on top of a rectal prolapse I'd had since I was 12. I was in agony when I was on my period, so sometimes the desire to make the pain stop overlapped with the suicidal ideation. That sucked. Hard to reason your way out of physical pain.

I've had a hysterectomy (from 17-24 my uterus just kept trying to make its own escape anyway despite attempts to sew it in place) and no longer suffer menstrual dysphoria because it turns out that was gender dysphoria not true PMDD. But I still get suicidal ideation as part of PMS, fortunately my ADHD is much better managed so now my tattoo is less a suicide detterant and just a reminder that I still have ovaries (sometimes I genuinely forget, and it takes me a few days to work out why I'm bloated and irritable and why I'm anxious about my sore boobs)

In Australia Google maps has issues with routing cyclists on 80km busy truck transit roads that have no bike lanes, footpaths or shoulders. You'll regularly get stuck behind lost uber eats cyclists whose map took them through a motor vehicle only underpass.

The other day google maps decided to reroute me from a quiet, wide street with no bike lane that was otherwise perfectly safe, and tried to send me through a nightsoil alley, down a heritage stock run that was paved with cobblestones and crossed over a storm drain 4 times in a zig zag.

Yeah, "safer" because there's no cars I guess, but not suitable for bikes at all.

In Australia the biggest brand, and therefore the name we all call them is "zooper dooper".

Litteraly could not name another brand, I genuinely don't think I've seen a competitor for zooper dooper in Australia (not counting black & gold because that's not exactly a brand, or squelch, who do the fruit juice version, as it's a different product).

It's strange how zooper dooper are in an entirely unique class of frozen product here. Everything else could arguably be called "an icey pole" but zooper dooper is its own thing somehow. (same as sunny boy, that was its own thing, I miss sunny boy!)

Exactly! I have a genetic illness that caused congenital deformities and injuries and disability later in life, starting around my teens thanks to puberty.

From an early age my relationship with work was distorted because I found myself trapped in the gap between two pathways. I was obviously capable of work, with the right treatment and support I had a lot of potential. But I was disabled, and I required expensive supports and medical intervention, and under the public healthcare system there reaches a point of disability and limitations in capacity that you are written off by the system. Shoved in a residential group home, given a pension below the poverty line, and expected not to try. (genuinely, we're expected not to try, if someone on a disability pension works a job, they can loose their pension, which is many cases is also tied to housing and access to medical services)

I'd flip between the two systems, I'd have a great few months with regular access to treatment, I'd get a job plan from the dole office, I'd sit through work readiness courses, I'd be getting healthier and looking forward to working and being a good little contributor to society. Then I'd hit a waiting list for my medical care, my health would slip, I'd be re-assessed by the welfare department and deemed too disabled to work, my job plan would be shredded and I'd get a pension support plan. Then I'd get to the top of the wait list, resume treatment, and get back to getting to work.

I didn't start a "real job" until I was 24, it was a call centre gig and I near killed myself trying to do it.

It wasn't even hard. It was a true 9-5 (no overtime, no bullshit) and you mentally didn't need to bring any of it home with you. It was easy for me, but my body decided it was too much. My health suffered and it took years to fully recover, with me barely pulling myself together here and there for gig work in between being bounced on and off the disability pension system.

The whole endeavour was far more expensive to tax payers than a system like UBI. Processing my case 70 times because the disability support, and employment support eligibility requirements are so strict and the lines between streams so black and white took a lot of administrative resources.

I've been in my current industry for 10 years this November. I work part time, 12-20 hours a week depending on my health. I'm highly successful in my field because I'm working within my body and mind's means and playing to my strengths. I'm a whole person with a life outside work and I bring that range of experiences to my job, enriching what I bring to my organisation - which is good, because my job is a mutual exchange between me and my employer, it's not exploitive towards me the worker, which further prevents burn out for me.

But we exist within the capitalist system of funding and our wages are set by the department of health and human services. I make $34,000AUD a year and it's not enough to survive.

But if I work any harder my body will not survive.

I'm asking to do what I can do for my community, while living a safe existence.... Not being forced to choose between litteraly breaking my back working for someone else's greedy profit, or starving in a tent (though realistically, a lot of people are doing both)

Okay, you do you.

Buy physical media from independent production companies. Pirate whatever Disney, Netflix and Amazon are cranking out.

No one said that we're buying processed garbage instead of vegetables.

If vegetables, beans and rice is the core foundation of your diet, then any money you spend on processed snacks is a splurge, because it's not necessary but you enjoy it.

Depending on the time of year, produce is what I splurge on.

In winter, I get sick of apples and satsumas, I could spend $4 on a highly processed snack that is tasty but doesn't offer much else, I could $8 on a relatively "healthy" sweet snack (compared to the cheap snack), or I could spend $8 on small scale greenhouse grown strawberries.

Given my options, if I've got money, I'm going to buy the strawberries, which is a splurge considering apples were $3 and there's nothing wrong with apples other than "I'm bored of them"

Meditation wasn't super helpful for me, guided meditation required too much sustained focus and was cognitively fatiguing to stay on track. I have dysphantasia so that doesn't help when you're told to picture things or imagine things as part of meditation, because imagining something requires me to talk to myself in my head, which doesn't feel meditative, it feels too similar to ruminative thought patterns. Doing the "quite wandering mind" style of meditation was risky because I already experience maladaptive daydreaming.

But I discovered "somatic regulation", which is something I kind of already did instinctively when I was getting really stressed or overwhelmed.

When stressed I'd tap my teeth together in a pattern, drum on my chest, hum, wiggle or do fidgety little things, often not even consciously.

Now that I understand what this does for my emotional regulation, I set time aside every day to consciously and mindfully do things that look and feel absolutely ridiculous. Like lying on my stomach and rhythmically slapping the tiled floor, focusing on the sensations rather than trying to clear my mind, or guide my mind.

I started mid last year, and it's been the only form of mental health self care that I've been able to remain consistent in, and I've noticed a drastic decrease in how often I feel overwhelmed, stressed and anxious. I'm also able to identity when I'm starting to get stressed much earlier than I used to, and more quickly identify a way to reduce it. I've always struggled to identify emotions in the moment, but I feel like now my mind-body connection is stronger. It's easier to tell when my headache is because I'm hungry/thirsty vs stressed or tense. Before I used to just guess, try everything and hope something worked, then look back with hindsight thinking "guess that was a hunger headache because relaxing didn't help but carrot sticks did". Now I'm more likely to know what I need.

Edit: just realised this post was in the Autism community, lol, I need to learn to read things more thoroughly, I was talking about stimming without saying the word "stimming" because I'm so used to getting flak for that in the NT subs I post in.

I do understand your point, but as a layperson there is no real way to single out your protest impact to only effect those directly responsible, especially when, in most cases, those directly responsible are removed from the community to a degree that there is little you could do to impact them without also impacting their innocent underpaid intern who's just trying to do their job.

Yes, protesting impacts a bunch of people that can't individually do anything and are therefore being inconvenienced (mildly or substantially, depending on the individual) for something they have no control over that is someone else's fault.

But I think part of the reason you see it this way is due to a general a lack of solidarity. If I'm inconvenienced because my bus is stuck behind a protest, that sucks, but I'm not going to blame the protesters (unless I genuinely disagree with their requests/what they're protesting) I'm going to blame the very same people the protesters are trying to reach, because they are the reason that petitions, inquires, public outcry and lobbying hasn't worked and now we're at a stage of protest.

It might push a few of us to get off the bus and join the protest because what else can we do. It might prompt someone to write into their local representatives to push them to hurry up and sign negotiations so the protest can end because they're sick of the slow bus.

There's no such thing as someone that has "nothing to do with the issue" when the issue impacts us as a society. If you feel like a social issue has nothing to do with you, but the protests around it are impacting you, you have to ask yourself what you're gaining from the current system, and what stands to be gained from the changes demanded by the protesters. If you genuinely think you have nothing to do with it, you might be a true hermit.

But what if your message is "can we all get along together please?" the other persons message is litteraly "you don't deserve a vote, you don't deserve equal rights, you don't even deserve to drink the same water as me, you are not even legally a person, this is the law, get out of my face nigge* before the lynch mob arrives, because I won't stop them"

How are you supposed to remove yourself from that situation when that situation is brought onto you, and there's no way to simply negotiate or compromise because the two "opinions" are diametrically opposed.

If someone's boot is on another person's throat, I honestly don't care if I sound like an asshole as I tell them to move their fucking boot. I'd rather be an asshole on the right side of history than a coward who was just following orders.