I replied with this to another user already by I think this applies here, too: I think what they meant was that they participate in only 10% of conversations because when they do they talk too much. Nothing about OP's post tells me they're not aware of the problem or in denial.
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I think what they meant was that they participate in only 10% of conversations because when they do they talk too much. Nothing about OP's post tells me they're not aware of the problem or in denial of it. Their question was how to stop doing it.
I think you're taking it for granted that if someone knew about the problem and tried hard enough, they'd be able to stop, so you've answered assuming that they mustn't be taking it seriously else they would've quit doing it already- only there's a lot of reasons why it might be extremely difficult.
ADHD is one of many reasons, and it's not a matter of willpower. This is why it requires medical and psychological intervention to treat effectively, and it is by far not the only cause of overbearing social behaviours.
Always a relevant Simpsons quote
Kid: What if people say you're not good enough to be in the Constitution?
Amendment: Then I'll crush all opposition to me, And I'll make Ted Kennedy pay. If he fights back, I'll say that he's gaaaay
Parasitophobia and dermatophobia (fear of parasites and skin disease, respectively). This bleeds into a fear of fungal infection and worms in general. I guess my kryptonite would be a parasitic skin infection 🙃
I don't know what it is about them that repulses me/freaks me out over anything else- I quite like spiders, snakes, heights, the dark, etc- it's just instant nausea when anyone starts talking about them. If there's a hint I'm in danger of encountering either irl, I'm out.
Worst fear is having something crawl into my ear (I guess I can thank Animorphs for introducing yerks to me as a kid). I've seen some videos of that sort of thing happening to people, and I can't even fathom how calm people seem to be in comparison to how I would be if it were me. I'd have to have to put on a watch so I didn't start ripping into my head in animal panic.
I also have a particular dislike for really large fish and really large lizards. Anything larger than a foot and a half begins to make me uncomfortable. Dinosaurs are right out.
As my sister would say (who has a fear of lizards, herself) "If I were trapped in a room with a komodo dragon and a gun with two bullets in it, I would shoot myself twice."
So you would think, but although South Korea (for example) has a similar low birth rate, their baby boxes gets plenty of traffic, unfortunately.
People who have the largest barriers to contraception, abortion care, sexual health care and education are the the ones most likely to have their children end up in baby boxes.
There's a doco on youtube called Babybox : S. Korea's Paradox of Low Birth Rate that's well worth the watch (though brace yourself if you're a crier, it's rough).
I learned in a video that cats can read our facial expressions just fine, we're just crap at reading theirs because their facial muscles don't allow for the same movement as humans (and dogs to some extent). They'll become more anxious if we show a fear expression around them in a new environment, or become more relaxed and cuddly if we smile at them in a new place. They look to us for reassurance as much as dogs do.
Once I learned that they do a lot of their communicating with their tail, I started paying attention to my two cat's tail movements and now I can't unsee it. It's as obvious as a waving hand, and they'll talk to one another this way as well as with us.
For example, they lift their tail as a greeting. If I say their name as they enter a room, I might think they'd completely blanked me if I didn't see their tail lift 'hello' every single time. Once my older cat, Bartine, didn't bother to tail lift, and I said "Oi! Barty! Rude?!". She then gave me a quick, half-hearted lift, like she couldn't be bothered with more than half wave, lol
Their tails quiver with excitement if there's a very interesting treat up for grabs, or my favourite is a coquettish swirl which is 100% "I love you" because it's always followed up with an approach to snuggle or headbutt. They also understand me when I say I love you, but particularly now because I see the swirl tail and say "I love you, too!" followed by indulgent pets.
Eh, the tardigrades will probably survive. That'd be enough for me.
'Tis a silly one, but it's hilarious when it stumps people. Best used verbally:
There are thirty cows in a field, and twenty-eight chickens. How many didn't?
Answer
Ten. Ten didn't eat chickens!
This reminds me of a medical test I took at a hospital to diagnose dysautonomia. One of the features of the condition is reduced or absent sweating, so they got me to run on a treadmill-
No, just kidding. They put me in a room with heaters lining the ceiling. I was slathered in castor oil and iodine solution from neck to toes, then instructed to lie on a flat table and not move at all while they heated the room to somewhere between 45°-50°C (113°-122°F) for 50-odd minutes. The heaters were the only source of light after the test began so the room was bathed in a dim red light.
I've had some really awful illnesses and invasive medical tests before, but I look back on that experience and can only describe it as harrowing.
I don't know if it was just me and my connective tissue disorder, but for some reason the increasing pain of lying immobile for nearly an hour was significant by itself.
As I began to sweat successfully (yay?) I got to enjoy the creeping sensation of hundreds of water droplets tickling down my skin in 50% humidity and torturous heat, unable to flinch them away.
I spent the last 10 minutes tensed from head to foot with my eyes clenched shut and my teeth gritted, mentally rocking back and forth like a baby repeating 'Make it stop, please make it stop, I can't do this anymore, please, please, please...'
0/10, sounds like a joke when I tell someone in real life, only no one laughs. The hospital never sent the test results to my doctor in the end, so I can only assume that I don't have dysautonomia 🙃
In fairness, I'd rather deal with an apocalypse whilst not living with pemphigus, so if I remain incredibly fortunate, I'd love to give it a go if it passes phase IVs
There's no part of the mechanism by which the neocortex is impaired in ADHD that explains "justice sensitivity" except dysregulated emotional control, which is present in myriad disorders and may result in hundreds of psychological pathologies.
If you've any sense of justice at all, you may feel it to a greater intensity than the average person but have less chance of directing it towards useful action. If you get so far as to take action, tendency towards impulsivity also dilutes the utility of such a trait.
You've got the best chance of taking thoughtful action if you're also intelligent, but in ADHD, all that's going to do is add a layer of imposter syndrome to a positive outcome because a part of you knows you weren't in full control when you leapt into the fray.
I'll also point out that the second result of the search you posted is a study that attempts to quantify the phenomenon of 'justice sensitivity', and concludes by suggesting "that higher justice sensitivity in people with ADHD is a coping strategy to prevent the impression that they do not care about social norms and thus to avoid social conflicts and denigration." I don't think that's the the only possible interpretation, but it does speak to what I've described.
I really should feel sorrier than I do for laughing out loud at this