Point and Stare, aka here’s a link to a thing

My brain is tired and I just saw this, so here’s a “point and stare” post. Brad Torgerson said a thing about disability. I’m not really surprised, but damn. Where do you have to be in your mind to be so 100% comfortable with defining– absolutely and aggressively– the entire meaning and spectrum of experience of something you haven’t even personally experienced?

Like, yes, obviously the people he describes exist, and their opinions are important, but many other people with different experiences of disability and different opinions about it also exist and are equally important. Even if you picked one single diagnosis, there would still be a variety of experiences and opinions among people who have it. There’s no one definitive experience of disability.

But he thinks it’s his prerogative to put certain experiences above everyone else’s, and to define what disability is. Damn.

General life stuff, also food stuff

Sparkly’s current book thing is epidemics and contagious diseases. Ey is working eir way through a stack of books about things like swine flu and ebola. I’m glad I’m not reading these ones with em because that stuff freaks me out more than eir true crime or military history stuff generally does,* but ey seems very happy with it. The first book got finished in less than a day.

We also had a short conversation about food today. It’s good to know that I’m not completely off-base in what I was thinking about eir eating habits, and to be able to talk about them as Things that are happening.

It seems like it’s a thing about consistency? Like, if a recipe is good the first time, it’s Suspicious if I change anything about it, or just accidentally make it slightly different. The problem is there’s still a strike of Suspiciousness against it if it’s an improvement.

And if a recipe isn’t very good the first time, ey never wants to have it again, even if I’m completely sure I can fix what was wrong with it. And ey really wants variety in some ways (which is sometimes in conflict with planning meals in advance) but ey doesn’t always want to try completely new things, so it’s difficult.

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* There certainly isn’t a logical reason for it, but viruses are way more anxiety-inducing than serial killers for me.

ABA (and related things) again

The bottom line is that making people want to do certain things– by giving them an incentive, by rewarding them when they do and/or punishing them when they don’t– is not the same as making people capable of doing what you want them to do.

Incentives and actual teaching can work together, but incentives by themselves are not teaching, and if you go too far in applying incentives to people who don’t have the knowledge or skills or tools they would need to comply, you’re going to hurt people.

 

Whining

I’m actually a little bit proud of that email, because, “I should have realized my copy of the instructions might be out of date” is an apology, and it’s even a polite one, but it still carries the subtext of “I followed the damn instructions.”

(Also I actually did realize, I just couldn’t find any of the relevant information on the website– updated or not– because the website sucks.)

Overload

I’m still vaguely surprised by how much noise affects my general ability to Do Things. Sometimes it seems like my energy levels are just really irregular, but I think most of it does come from actual energy expenditure on listening/dealing with noise.

I remember, when I was spending some mornings at the library and some at a coffee shop (depending on the library’s hours) I did notice that I had less energy and tolerance for noise on coffee shop days, because I had used up a lot of it at the cofee shop. But it took being on a regular schedule for quite a while for me to notice. I think that’s one reason I didn’t notice this earlier in my life– the noise level per day was more constant, so there weren’t as many highs and lows to notice.

And second– the truth is, I do a lot more verbal stuff (as opposed to mostly-passively absorbing information) than I did when I was in school. I write much more. I interact with people much more. I haven’t gotten worse, I’m doing more stuff that takes more effort.

I really want to write that post-I’m-not-prepared-to-make, though, because there’s so clearly a Thing there, but I’ve never seen anyone discuss the exact thing I have in mind?

It’s something like this:

Little kids do “imaginative play” and that’s supposed to be all kinds of important to their learning and development.

That doesn’t actually stop at the age where elaborate imaginative play stops being common.

Kids stop acting out stories with their dolls and action figures etc., but they don’t stop using imaginary scenarios to work through ideas. We stop playing with dolls and then we immediately start writing fanfiction. Or constructing elaborate daydreams about our future spouses/jobs/etc. We always tell stories about ourselves in one way or another, and often, those stories are really important to how we understand ourselves.

So I guess what I mean is, the psychologists/child development people should talk to the philosophical writerly “we are a species of storytellers” people.

Note to self

(Prompted by a joke about a song by Shania Twain, because apparently this one girl I went to school with is permanently The Shania Twain Fan in my mind)

The, idk, let’s call it drama, that I was very peripherally involved in as a young teen because I thought it was good to listen to people politely. Remember that? There’s a post in there somewhere about social pressure. Somehow.

There’s probably also a post in there about teenagerhood and independence and self-concept and pretend play/fantasy, that I am not nearly as prepared to make.

Fallen London again

I haven’t been particularly interested in any of the (NPC) characters I’ve gotten to romance in Fallen London so far (the Once-Dashing Smuggler, ugh. He’s such an asshole. I keep playing along with him but only because I will hopefully get to double-cross him eventually.) But I am highly pleased with the part where my character gets to exercise and have gleaming muscles. Another example of how I relate to fictional characters weirdly?

(The Pirate Poet though, wow. She’s maybe the one character I’d actually like to romance. I wish there were more about her.)