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I've recently been reconnecting with my nephew, who is my son. I didn't have sex with my sister; my first ever girlfriend tricked me into getting her pregnant and my sister, herself sort of an adoptee, was looking to adopt at the time. I enjoy being able to describe him as "my nephew, the one who is my son" because likely there aren't a lot of people who can accurately say that and, well, it gets a reaction from anyone paying attention.

Sorry, got off track, though it was relevant to the narrative. My sister, his mom, works in the field of psychology and has informed him that he is likely autistic. Though not by her, I've been told the same thing many times by many different people. Last weekend, he and I spent an hour or two playing a game and voice chatting. We both mentioned several things that others have identified as odd behavior that we think is just optimized thinking.

One of my very early Lemmy posts (under a different account) was about how following patterns is a way to make sure you do things right. During the aforementioned gaming session he said "I can't function without my patterns."

I'm genuinely not sure I'm autistic, but everyone around me seems to be convinced I am and I guess I see why.

I don't like this quiz.

Huh.

A game I played a lot with my dad was Pool. He had a full sized slate Pool table that he bought (along with a lawnmower) from a friend who was dying and he put it (the Pool table, not the mower) in a semi dedicated room in his basement. Every family member other than my mom (who was blind in one eye and thus lacked depth perception) loved engaging in the game.

There are a lot of things at which I lack talent, but Pool is not one of them; I'm better than average at it. My dad was better than I but, a few times, I won against him one-on-one. At least one of those times I accused him of letting me win. He said, and with the benefit of hindsight I believe, that he never "lets" anyone win.

He probably didn't try his hardest, but that's a fairly fine distinction.

Sure, but did you see that ludicrous display last night?

I recently ordered a wall adapter and the associated cable.

Amazon emailed me to confirm my order of two wireless items.

I dealt with that for eleven days before my friend bullied me into going to the doctor because "that's not normal." Now I have screws in my vertebrae and some very interesting scars.

In the comics, he did it not to fight scarcity but because he was in love with the character Death and wanted to impress her ... Or something like that.

Sometimes I accidentally press the function key on my work-mandated Mac.

For some reason, it brings up a window full of emoji. Cmd+w doesn't close it and cmd+q quits whatever application I actually wanted to be using.

I hate it.

My guest room has a rarely used toilet with a plastic, slow-close lid that is opened, at most, possibly twice a week. We recently had to replace it because it was very visibly moldy to a disgusting degree.

Thanks for the answer! Yeah, the backboard (or, alternatively, Reeves, according to another commenter) were what I was expecting - from popular media, not prior personal experience. For the ankle, in all honesty, my porch was only three steps off the ground and I had an EMT supporting both sides. The hopping sucked but it wasn't the worst part of the evening.

I just was amazed that calling for help with a (very badly, fwiw; I had tried to twist it back into place and stand on it twice before someone found me and recommended not doing that) broken ankle would result in three separate instances of me hopping around.

For the back surgery, they lead me to the prep area, told me to strip and wipe down any areas where my skin folded, then get in the stretcher. I didn't (knowingly) leave that stretcher for most of two days. However, at some point after I was recovered from the anesthesia I said "hey, wait a minute! This isn't the bed I was in before!" (The nurses thought that was pretty funny.) I guess they moved me at some point, but whether I was actively involved in the process I do not know.

Thank you for the information! The backboard or Reeves (though I didn't know the name) were pretty much what I expected. Once at the hospital, I expected them to move me using the linens of the bed / stretcher to transfer me between things. I've had a bunch of surgeries and, previously, that's what's been done once sedation started. (Most of them were not immediate injuries.)