Not really all that different. I have had multiple autistic friends and coworkers. Only two things really stand out and they're absolutely generalizations that are untrue for some people and exist on a continuum for the rest.
First, I find the autistic crowd interrupts people more, sometimes a lot more, and some ramble quite a bit without getting to the point. It can be frustrating for the NTs and I've had to implement conch shell protocols and thought mapping so we can get through meetings and conversations effectively.
Second, the autistic folks tend to be blunter in speech but also often can take things straight. I don't have to dance around issues as much. We put everything out on the table, work through it, then move on.
Edit: I should mention that I'm neurotypical but have CPTSD due to parental abuse. Those with CPTSD can have significant behavioral overlap with autism. Before getting a lot of therapy, I displayed multiple traits often associated with autism, including alexithymia. Thanks Dad!
I run cold. So, so cold, all the time, and gyms are kept extra cold for obvious reasons. Unless I'm doing cardio, I'm freezing without wearing a sweatshirt and pants.
OP is Italian. The u in the Italian word for university, universitá, is said with a vowel 'ooh' sound instead of a consonant 'you' sound. I'd wager they remember their English 'a vs an' rule phonetically and, with the words being so similar between languages, mixed the pronunciation up. I'm a native English speaker and that's 100% how I fuck up my Italian.
Testicular torsion. As a teenager, I woke up early in the morning with the worst back and stomach pain I had ever felt in my life. I remember thinking I might be sick, vomiting, then passing out from the pain. My parents found me later that morning because I was delirious and moaning. They took me to the hospital and it was fixed.
Just kidding! My parents are shit bags so they told me I just had the flu and I was being dramatic. After my testicle swelled up to over double the size later that day, they called our family doctor who said I probably had a hydrocele and he'd look at it when he got back from vacation. For the record, mine was textbook testicular torsion, my doctor was as idiotically negligent as my parents.
The pain again became excruciating that evening and I was exhausted from lack of sleep, so I started yelling and demanding my parents take me to the hospital, which they did the next morning. There was TV to be watched, they couldn't bother with taking care of their children. The ER determined my testicle was quite dead. Surgery was scheduled for that evening and I've had one testicle since. Get fucked, mom and dad.
It's like overzeetop said, it's a ring with a split on one end and a springed handle on the other. It slides into grooves on the top and bottom sides of the griddle.
When the waffle is done, you gently squeeze it to get it out of the groove, in the progress gripping onto the waffle, then the ring portion will separate slightly when you let go. It's non-stick so the waffle typically just falls out.
I took a picture of mine. Don't judge, we haven't run the dishwasher yet.
We've tried dough but it can be a little tricky. You need enough dough that it'll press together when you close the unit, but not so much that it squeezes the fillings out. It's a pretty narrow volume window. We've made pizza waffles using standard waffle batter with added fresh basil and Parmesan and mozzarella cheese plus pizza toppings in the middle and that worked great.
It basically makes a thick waffle, thick enough where it has room to encapsulate fillings too. The maker is like your standard waffle maker but there's a removable spacer with a handle between the sides. For these waffles, you put in about half a cup of batter, add your fillings, then add another half cup on top of it. Then you close the maker and flip it over.
After it cooks, you use the removable spacer to remove the waffle and release it onto a plate. I attached a picture I snagged off the Internet so you can see what I'm talking about.
We've had ours for a couple of years. I got it as a drunken impulse buy, so drunk me surprised sober me when it showed up. It has been pretty awesome. One of my favorites is plain waffle batter filled with fruit pie filling, topped with maple syrup and whipped cream.
I'm guessing because he's horribly incompetent. I did a cursory Google search and the press is not good. There's even a change.org petition to get him to vacate his position.
We've done this before. We also have an attachment that vacuum seals mason jars and we've put two eggs in a small jelly jar, vacuum sealed the lid, and thrown it into the deep freeze.
I agree, it's not that simple. No relationship I've ever been in has compared with how fervently I loved my first love, who was also my first serious adult relationship. I loved her so much it was unhealthy.
We dated for about four years, then split up rather unexpectedly. It took me several years to get over it, even going through another two serious relationships in the meantime. A new relationship doesn't just erase the experience and the pain. Distract for a time, maybe, but it's still there until you work it out.
I think different people accept the loss of a relationship differently. I'm a big ol' nerdy nerd so I had to do it intellectually: I started mapping out what the relationship was actually like versus how I felt it was like. I was surprised to gradually discover it was toxic as hell. I began to see how the ex I loved and practically worshipped was also immature, noncommutative, and manipulative. I also saw their positive attributes for what they were and that, despite my brain screaming at me I'd never find someone like that again, they were actually pretty common. That's when I really started to understand that my ex was a regular person just like anyone else and I had put her on a pedestal. The intense feelings of longing and loss then gradually subsided with time, especially as these realizations caused me to stop thinking about her as often and especially to stop fantasizing about seeing her again or even getting back together. It wasn't just that I no longer had the desire to see her again - I actively wanted to never see her again. She was awful.
That's just my experience, hopefully to give you some additional perspective. I'm an open book if you have any questions.
Not really all that different. I have had multiple autistic friends and coworkers. Only two things really stand out and they're absolutely generalizations that are untrue for some people and exist on a continuum for the rest.
First, I find the autistic crowd interrupts people more, sometimes a lot more, and some ramble quite a bit without getting to the point. It can be frustrating for the NTs and I've had to implement conch shell protocols and thought mapping so we can get through meetings and conversations effectively.
Second, the autistic folks tend to be blunter in speech but also often can take things straight. I don't have to dance around issues as much. We put everything out on the table, work through it, then move on.
Edit: I should mention that I'm neurotypical but have CPTSD due to parental abuse. Those with CPTSD can have significant behavioral overlap with autism. Before getting a lot of therapy, I displayed multiple traits often associated with autism, including alexithymia. Thanks Dad!