OhStopYellingAtMe

Lvl. 10: “oh lawd he comin’”

It’s a friendly gesture. Shaka / hang loose.

Pay down your debts first.

Me too! I hope you don’t mind…

Hooray for boobies.

Without some kind of rapid aging, a clone of yourself would have to be grown from infancy. I suppose if you were cloned at an early age, and then waited until your clone was of age for consensual sex, it would be incest.

My dad is a boomer and back when I was in high school he had a pet squirrel. It would sit on his shoulder while he worked. Eat walnuts out of his shirt pocket.

Thank you for the kind words and advice. I’ve been muddling through the stages of grief - as you say - bouncing around in no particular order - and I’ve been giving myself time to process, and I’ve reached out to the family of my deceased friend, I’ve been helping them deal with the practical sides of the loss; packing up their house, dealing with their pets, helping their kids with the loss of their mom, and also just supporting and caring and talking.

I’ve always struggled at my job to stay on task - I tend to drift off and get easily distracted, and I’ve always been able to angle that to a benefit- I’ll rapidly jump from task to task, produce results quickly on multiple things. But now this new distraction is my overwhelming sense of loss. I can’t schedule grief, and it bursts into my mind (already churning away on five different projects), and I have to try to suppress it, or step back from my desk and talk myself through it.

But it never seems to ebb completely. Always there, and any single little trigger - seeing anything that reminds me of my friend - puts me back into the misery spiral. I’m sure it’ll pass in time, and since she died (just over a month ago) I did notice things began to get a little less difficult. But then her parents asked me to take her phone and go through it and clean out any photos / references/ etc about what killed her (bad boyfriend, drug overdose) - and that process just re-opened the wound. I feel like I’m going through it all right from the moment it happened. And I find myself starting over on the grief cycle. The inability to shut it out of my mind.

What is mourning the loss of a loved one like for people who have untreated ADHD?

I ponder this because I believe I suffer from adult ADHD, and I’m mourning the death of a very dear friend of mine, and it is boiling me apart from the inside.

Is this “typical” mourning, or is my ADHD somehow multiplying the symptoms of grief?

I have this one:

https://a.co/d/0PxD8YW

…it has no slots, just a single big hopper. You can program it to feed any amount at any interval, and holds a huge amount of food. You can also control it remotely via any internet connection.

Damn. That’s tidy to the point of inconvenience.

sarcasm

ANALRAPIST

I’m afraid I just blue myself.

Misophonia is the thing you’re describing.

Idiom.

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Just because someone doesn’t use drugs or alcohol, doesn’t mean they’re boring.

I had actually raised a similar question a while ago in the No Man’s Sky community. I felt that maybe my organizational methodology was too much…

https://lemmy.world/post/1248541