#terrie01

Wow, that makes you the only other person I know with both ADHD and advanced phase sleep disorder (I generally sleep 8:30 pm - 4:30 am).

I’m not sure you could even call it a sleep disorder in my case, although...IDK, maybe. I was always an early riser as a kid -- my father had to hang a sign in my bedroom with an image of a clock set to something like 6am, and I knew I wasn’t allowed to get out of bed until my clock looked like the one in the picture. (I couldn’t tell time until I was six or seven, so I needed the reference.) Otherwise my parents would walk into my bedroom in the morning and find I’d already been out of bed two or three hours by the time they woke up. I’m not sure why they bothered with the sign; all I did when I woke up early was read or play quietly, but I suppose they were worried I’d get into some kind of trouble while they were sleeping. 

In any case I am capable of a great deal of adjustment to my sleep schedule if I have the time in which to do it. It takes a while to calibrate but I can move my bedtime and wake time within a pretty broad window. For most of my teens and twenties I had a very “normal” sleep schedule, and there were periods where I’d go to bed around midnight and get up around seven. I started going to bed earlier and earlier simply because I found I wasn’t doing anything worthwhile or helpful when I stayed up late, and because I liked having quiet early-morning time. 

This was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! (Ao3 link below.) * * * What No One Else Sees by QuietDarkness * * *

No one saw Harry as a level-headed man. He wasn’t someone who historically kept his cool. He knew that about himself. He wasn’t oblivious to his own awkwardness or his lack of socially acceptable reactions to people in general. But if he were being completely honest, he really didn’t care. He didn’t have time to waste on niceties or small talk. He didn’t give a shit if someone got their feelings hurt because they couldn’t handle his blunt demeanor. And he was certainly not going to change how he navigated the world just to save face with strangers he was most likely never going to see again. Ramon liked to say that Harry had the social prowess of a jalapeño. Of course, that had only confused Harry at first until Cisco explained that he happened to like jalapeño’s. For whatever reason, Cisco Ramon was able to accept everything about Harry that no one else seemed to. Something of which Harry was incredibly appreciative and grateful for. Cisco was better than Harry in every way. The way he saw the world added color to Harry’s own. He was kind and funny, joyous and dedicated, beyond beautiful and habitually finding ways to make Harry feel a little happier every single day just by being himself. He had a strength Harry loved to witness, and a way of being patient with him that no one else had ever mastered. Besides Jesse, Ramon was literally the epicenter of Harry’s world. Even before they’d started dating, he’d been that way. It had been love at first sight for Harry, not that he’d ever believed in those sort of things. But he’d been incomprehensibly misunderstanding of what happiness really was until Cisco Ramon had come into his life. It had been more than a little shocking that Cisco was attracted to him in return. After all, what could Ramon possibly see in Harry’s grumpy, neurodivergent, classically harsh, often self-loathing and hot tempered self? ‘That’s not all you are.’ Ramon had said. ‘And I happen to find all of you irresistible.’ Hearing Cisco say that had made Harry choke on his own coffee. Exactly five minutes and twenty seven seconds after Harry had figured out how to breathe again, Ramon asked him out. At first, Harry had thought he’d been joking. But Cisco had seemed very adamant. ‘Enough is enough, Harry. We are going on a date and you’re not saying no.’ He literally left no room for argument. They’d grabbed food from Big Belly Burger, sat on the roof of the labs, and spent hours talking. Then kissing. Then both. Now that they were on date number three, sitting in a far fancier restaurant than Harry was used to, he was fairly certain it wasn’t a joke after all. In fact, Harry was certain they were both on the same exact page. They each wanted this with each other, despite all the ways they were opposites. Nothing felt forced or intimidating. Everything felt increasingly more wonderful as each day went on. Harry was impossibly in love with that ridiculous man. And, though neither of them had actually said it, he thought maybe Cisco felt the same way about him. It was why he could almost forgive the fact that tonight, their waiter -a tall, handsome young man about Ramon’s age, had been haplessly trying to flirt with Cisco since they’d sat down. Ramon kept being polite, but apparently he and Harry must not look like they were actually on a date. That was something Harry had noticed from the very beginning. No one saw Harry as an option in Cisco’s world… except for Cisco... (Continued on Ao3. Please see link below.)

This!! I think a lot about Harrisco & neurodivergence - I honestly feel like they're both on the autism spectrum, just at different points on the spectrum

Harry goes non verbal when he's upset, he has meltdowns. Cisco stims constantly by eating candy & typically does not drive.

They share a special interest in movies and science and also movie-grade-science. They both communicate, sometimes exclusively in movie quotes. They both either use excessive sarcasm or completely don't understand usage of sarcasm.

I would love to see Cisco be like a millennial / gen Z tho that like shamelessly stims and is like "yeah I'm same fooding so I've had big belly burger three times in three days"

Harry on the other hand could be over here pointing out autistic characters to Cisco and talking about how Rick from Rick and Morty is autistic , abed from community, Regan from inside job ...

I feel like Cisco would teach Harry how to be proud to be autistic / not be afraid to stim and Harry could show Cisco how to see his favorite characters as someone similar to himself

*Googles JNCO* 

Ohhhhhh. "The brand, which made extremely wide-legged jeans popular in the 1990s, has relaunched with eight styles that range from $130 to $250.”

This is dangerous news for me, because as a kid in the 90s I imprinted HARD on the fashion. I thought I was going to grow up and get to dress like Julia Styles in 10 Things I Hate About You. The height of coolness, to my tweenaged hindbrain, is enormous pants and a crop top.

As you might imagine, spending my actual teenaged years in the height of “prep” fashion (capris and spaghetti straps!) was a bit of a disappointment to me. I just kind of muddled along in my localized fashion disaster and didn’t even have my shit together enough to be a decent goth.

  It's Primal Bog Monday! This week I bring you . ....

It’s Monday. I’m tired. But seeing DPM grab your hand makes me laugh and gives me the energy to face the day.

I like how your response is not "Time to fix the phones."

Unfortunately, it’s WAY out of my control. The phones are controlled at a separate location by a district-wide IT. I don’t know why THEY didn’t fix it, I’ve dealt with complaints about it, but there’s literally nothing I can do. It’s interfering with my work, too, because sometimes I have to call other libraries for information.