Apparently, I’m allergic to a specific type of antibiotic. I was given amoxicillin at the dentist and then went back to work as usual. About an hour later, I started shivering uncontrollably and had to go home. I ended up curled in the fetal position in bed for several hours, trembling and freezing.

My wife was understandably alarmed and mentioned it to my mother, who casually explained, “Oh yes, he’s allergic to amoxicillin—we found that out when he was a kid.”

Somehow, no one ever thought to tell me that little detail. Definitely something that would’ve been good to know before I took it.

Of course. But the comments on that particular page are mostly locals, and it’s relatively well moderated.

Yep, same in the UK. We’ve abandoned our elderly and seemingly can’t wait for our kids to leave so that we enjoy maybe 10 years of watching TV and not working before we die.

In other, less ‘developed’ countries the family is a unit. The elderly help with the infants (which has been proven to be mutually beneficial), while the rest of the family works or helps maintain the household. There’s way less likelyhood of abandonment or lonliness in old age, which in my country is endemic.

Dogs can’t look up

I was popular in primary school. Then, in High School I hung out with friends who were into Dr Who and nerdy stuff, because I knew and liked them and could never play the social status game by just cutting them off to be cool.

Four years in, when i was about 15, one of the jocks decided that we were gay (which was social death in the early 90s in rural Scotland), so my status plummeted even further.

That summer, at 16, I got drunk and had sex with a girl, which was something we both regretted. The rumour got out and that seemd to elevate me, socially. By this point me and my friends were big into Nirvana and had formed our own little clique of stoners so the jocks left us alone.

I look back on it all with some regret. I wish I’d been more confident. I would have liked to have been involved in team sports and activities that I was drawn to, but my friends derided.

My understanding is that these days kids are less socially segregated and you’ll find nerds doing physical stuff and jocks trying to be academic. Dunno if that’s true, but it sounds like progress.

It was really university that changed me. I left the small town and found people outside that tiny place to be friendlier, and I grew in confidence.

Looking back, I think the socially harder times in school made me who I am. I’m fairly resilient and find it easier than my colleagues to communicate with others and find common ground. It was a baptism of fire and I was miserable through my teens, but now life is pretty manageable.

I think there are many thousands of folk in fields beyond IT that use it all the time. It’s by no means perfect, but for many of us managing teams or doing boring AF admin, working with procurement, writing user documentation or trying to navigate basic system configs then it’s immensely useful.

There was something about it I found obnoxious. It was just kind of lazy and, although the cast did a decent job, the writing was meh.

3 total bastards. Ethnicity isn’t really relevant, and being non-white doesn’t necessarily prevent you from being a powerful despot.

I get the need to be left alone. That said, when moving to a new city, I found work was actually a good place to meet people and some (but far, far from all) of my former co-workers remain life-long friends.

It may sound twee, but I feel that so many people not being neuro-typical is the spice in the mix of humanity. The best artists, creators, inventors, musicians, comedians, writers, poets, engineers, philosophers… are mostly neuro-divergent to some extent (on a spectrum, if you will).

I’m in my late 40s and I’ve only recently learned about ‘masking’. I assumed everyone had multiple personalities they wore for different people. Apparently not. I assumed everyone could clearly visualise things in their mind. I assumed everyone had a song playing in their head most of the time, as well as an internal monologue. Apparently not.

I get by pretty well. I’m undiagnosed with some sort of ‘ism’ I guess, but who knows. If there’s no treatment as such then there’s no rush for diagnosis in my case.

Some of these things are not like the others :-)

I fully agree. At this point I’d take my TARDIS back to Berlin in the summer of 1940 if I could get a free, all expenses trip.

I’ll see your Brighton and raise you Blackpool.

15 years, married for 13.

I think it’s a bit of a cunty outlook. I have some sympathy for the childfree brigade, as I understand society can make you feel bad (if you let it) for not having kids. But then again, I wasn’t a dad until I was 38 and never experienced any negativity for that decision. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Essentially I dislike any mindset that judges others for their procreative choices.

My wife still uses reddit now and then, but I can’t because I’m banned :-/