Who knew a company with an unhealthy obsession with harvesting every screen tap of data from every person using their services… would chicken out from connecting their servers to a bunch of clients they couldn’t monitor.
… That said, I actually didn’t see this coming. It baffles me that I didn’t, but I didn’t.
that indecisiveness would be taken into account in a professional screening
These words have been helpful to me. I kind of stopped worrying about it after reading this, and just started focusing on getting myself a referral and appointment. It’s ridiculously slow getting any kind of appointment through my healthcare provider (and I still haven’t seen them yet) but I appreciate not having to worry about “should I be preparing for this?” in the interim.
Even the babies have evil in their hearts.
I recently started a Kbin account and noticed that a few of the communities I searched:
Which tells me that the Kbin instance only stores local information about a community after the first of its members searches that community.
I’m going to take your non-answer for a “no.”
Which is acceptable. I didn’t mean to pressure you.
But I’m also going to try again to explain myself. Because I feel like I did a poor job.
And other people do their shit because of what they have experienced. So far it has not helped me control it better to know that.
I think I mislabeled my solution when I said, “look for the hurt.” Because upon reflection, it wasn’t finding the “hurt” that helped me.
It was finding the target. It helped when I convinced myself that the real target of the cruelty was not the person who ended up receiving it.
My brother in the above example? I was able to let go of his barbs when I realized his barbs were aimed at himself. He didn’t even really reflect on his own statements enough to know whether “outcast among outcasts” applied to me. He was insulting himself, and wound up missing himself and hitting me.
My mother in the above example – who currently embraces a bunch of people telling her, “some people are beyond saving,” – doesn’t actually understand that the resulting philosophy defends and maintains a system of oppression over minorities and poor people, (and over several categories to which she herself belongs.) And she wouldn’t be happy if she realized that. Because the real, true target of her desire to give up on people is the people who gave up on her. She’s just missing them and hitting the wrong people.
That commenter that somehow got my blood boiling? His target was an FBI or NSA agent, or any number of his “normie” friends who started to distance themselves from him after he entered the alt-right. He’s lonely. He’s isolated. And he’s lashing out against everyone trying to control and punish him by inflicting this loneliness upon him. And he ended up missing them and hitting me.
In all cases, these people were throwing darts after being spun around a few times, blindfolded. In all cases, they had a target that it might have been okay – or at least understandable – for them to hit. And realizing that they were missing their true target is what gives me peace.
I know this might be a bit intrusive, but would you mind telling me a story (with some fake names) of a recent time that you got mad?
Something that sticks out to you.
And would you mind if I asked a number of follow-up questions about the story and the people you describe?
I’m pretty sure I’m also ADHD and I certainly also hate injustice and inaccuracy. (Jordan Peterson talking about IQ will basically send me into a rage.)
More to the point: anger, criticism, shame, fear – those emotions will have my chest tightening and my pulse racing.
Anyways, a piece of advice that I found once that was weirdly helpful (no idea where I found it) was a cardboard cutout metaphor. But I’ll be using a snake metaphor instead.
We have a brain we share with lizards (that’s got our territoriality, our fear, and our anger). We have a whole layer of brain around the lizard one that we share with mammals (cuddling, protectiveness, affection, etc). And then we have the thinking, rational part of the brain. I think it’s called the cerebral cortex.
And part of what that last brain does is take in stimulae and interpret it. Only after this part of your brain interprets stimulae does the rest of your brain feel an emotional response.
The example given in the article was with cardboard cutouts of gang members. But I choose this:
Imagine you’re walking on a dirt path somewhere and you come across a piece of garden hose that looks vaguely like a snake. And you’re afraid of snakes.
You will either feel terror or nothing at all.
If you think it’s a snake, there willl be adrenaline and cortisol pumping through you.
If you realize it’s a piece of garden hose – even with the same exact visual and auditory stimulae – you will feel no fear.
Because your emotions are a slave to interpretation.
There’s a moment when you recognize, “oh, this person is willingly hurting someone.” You feel the rage only after that recognition.
I’m guessing, given your description of your quick rages, you will most likely NOT have time to apply this in the moment. So you’ll need to do it all in hindsight: reflect on individual incidents after they occur. Every time you calm down, try to reinterpret the situation and then add it to a databank of reinterpretations. Eventually, you’ll start to encounter scenarios you’ve already seen and added to your databank.
Reinterpret “this person is willingly hurting someone” until it becomes “this person is a wounded dog, biting everything who approaches without knowing or caring who it hurts or who is trying to help. It’s not cruelty; it’s pain.”
Reinterpret this:
Jordan Peterson claims that some people just have low IQ and “that’s a real problem. Society doesn’t really have a solution to the existence of these kinds of people. They just cost humanity resources and contribute nothing.”
until it becomes:
Jordan Peterson only advocates social darwinism because he’s a millionaire funded by billionaires. He doesn’t even advocate what he cares about. He’s a pathetic shill, desperately chasing money because wealth is the only substance in his life. No love, no hope, no aspirations. A wounded animal with tunnel vision, unable to be happy or form meaningful bonds with people.
And suddenly anger becomes pity.
And once you start looking for it, you’ll realize a rather profound truth,
I had an older brother who called me an, “outcast among outcasts” and that hurt me deeply until years later, when I found an old essay he wrote where he described his greatest insecurity. It was, word for word, “I felt like an outcast among outcasts.” The exact “insult” he had used on me.
Like a wounded animal lashing out.
I have a mother who’s deeply immersed in the intellectual dark web. (Hence me hearing Jordan Peterson enough to drive me crazy.) And I thought that was pretty cruel of her until I realized:
humans are scummy and greedy and anyone “advocating” for a better system just wants an excuse to greedily devour everyone else
… was a damn good description of her entire childhood! All of the adults. All of the people responsible for her. And she cannot look past that, because she formed her worldview in the years during which no figure in her life set aside their own self-interest to be kind to her.
And she needs people like Peterson who will tell her that an unchecked flood of human greed and selfishness is exactly what capitalism was built to endure and to harness.
In reality, most people are better than that, and she should have been treated better. And a bunch of teenagers stranded on an island for fifteen months treated each other better than anyone in her life ever treated her. And she can’t see that.
Like a wounded dog blinded by pain and rage.
Just the other day, my chest was actually constricting due to some random anonymous commenter getting mad at me. (Yes, that happens to us ADHD folks). And the ONLY thing that helped was when I realized, “the commenter also accused me of being a Fed at the end of his comment. Clearly he wasn’t angry at me. He was angry at an FBI agent he believed to be monitoring him and trying to mind-control him on behalf of the globalists or something.”
Yet another wounded animal lunging at every shadow he sees.
I don’t believe it’s possible to dampen an emotion. I certainly don’t think it’s possible for a neurodivergent to bring an emotion to neurotypical levels. After all, as an ADHDer, your hyperfocus will always amplify the shiniest thing in the room, and rage and shame and fear are always the shiniest thing in the room.
But you can cut them off at the source. You can choose to interpret the situation as one that does not call for an ounce of rage in the first place.
Firstly, we must recognize that our empathy and compassion are a privilege – we were loved at a crucial, formative time in our development. We were cuddled at a very specific age that allowed our brains to develop empathy. We were loved at enough pivotal moments that we believe kindness can be expected from people.
Which – at least for me – is impressive, because it was a traumatic upbringing that could have been a hell of a lot better. It’s impressive that such a childhood created someone “good.” But as twisted as our parents and relatives and role models may have treated us (I don’t know your story, but there sure is a lot of trauma in mine) we both still got enough affection to understand human connection, which is a form of happiness that exceeds all of the other forms of happiness combined. Ludicrous wealth? Being top dog? Preying on the weak? None of them come close.
Not everyone got what we got.
Have you heard the phrase, “hurt people hurt people” ?
Edit that. Change it to, “ONLY hurt people hurt people.” Turn it into a mantra: every time you’re upset, look for the hurt that causes the cruelty. I promise you, you will always find it. And when you do, your anger will abate, because you will recognize: it’s not cruelty. It’s pain.
Such an eloquent response
Wonderful. Thank you South Samurai. I’ll do just that.
This is one hell of a write up, stranger. Thank you!
Mastodon and calckey have the most active writing communities imo.
It is very difficult to search for something when you don’t know it exists. Now that I know Mastodon and calckey have a vibrant writing community that you recommend, I know there’s some value to finding it and learning how to immerse my account in that community. Much appreciated.
I think the best route is a lemmy or kbin author account combined with mastodon. Instances rarely matter in terms of where you join, so long as it’s a fairly stable and not heavily defederated/defederating one.
You even gave a recommended route!? Seriously, you have my gratitude. This is awesome.
By “combined with mastodon” do you mean to create one new account at lemmy or kbin and one at mastodon? Or do you mean to create one new account at lemmy or kbin and use it to connect with the writing communities at mastodon?
Thank you kindly. I feel like this answer supplements Samurai’s answer really well and gives a solid illustration of their point when they said,
I’ve looked over the other options, and they’re pretty meh tbh, for a writer in specific.
Now I know what’s so “meh” about at least one of them.
Thanks for the well-written explanation, stranger.