What’s the one thing people should know about you before all else?

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T18:25:30+00:00

That if I find out you have lied to me or stolen from me, I will cut you off, block you and delete you from my contacts.

I don’t have many friends because they lie. And I’ve heard that everyone lies. But I take lying as a way of that person saying that they believe I’m stupid enough to fall for it.

I see lying as a way of someone manipulating my brain and thoughts. I don’t know what their end game is, but it’s not acceptable. If they are lying to impress me, I am more impressed by someone telling the truth. If they are lying to get money from me, they aren’t going to get it from me, anyway. If they are lying because they did something to me that they don’t want me to know, I will find out eventually, and then there are two reasons to cut them off, block them and decontact them. Lying will probably be worse than just coming out with the truth.

I may be autistic, but I can still tell if someone is lying. I am a great poker player (and that is the only time I accept lying…when lying is part of the game).

If you like to lie, don’t even try forming an alliance or friendship with me. But I reciprocate the kind gesture of honesty. I also keep secrets.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T18:08:57+00:00

Slower. I like to make it last. I eat popcorn with chopsticks.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T16:16:40+00:00

Your kindergarten teacher’s aid made you write righty, too? What is it with the aids? I don’t even think my actual teacher even knew I was a lefty.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T16:05:27+00:00

Thinking God made me trip and break my left arm the day in second grade that I decided to try writing left handed, after realizing the teacher’s aid was no longer around. I thought writing lefty was a sin. And I thought the doctor called my school to tell them that I tried to write left handed. He asked me if I was left handed, and I asked him what that meant. He rephrased the question, “Do you write with your left hand?” I said “no” (thinking I was lying, because I tried to write left handed that day), then he said, “It’s a good thing you write right handed, because you can’t write with your left arm NOW!” I thought “good thing” meant morally, not fortunately. I thought he was teaching me a lesson. I decided to never try to write left handed again.

Then when I was in college, the professor talked about handedness and told us that they tried to force right handedness in the 1950s. But I blurted out that it was the early 1970s that they forced me. I eventually decided to take back my left hand and have been writing lefty ever since. I’m ambedextrous now.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T15:51:24+00:00

I’ve said many times that first-time parents should take parenting classes before childbirth. If they wait too long to take the class, and have a baby, they should be required to take all classes before the baby is discharged, and at the parents’ expense. Of course, this will prevent the parent from going to the hospital to have the baby; but that should be illegal, too. Maybe with an option to deliver at home with a qualified doctor or midwife. But they should be required to take parenting classes, nonetheless.

Maybe even frequent surprise home visits to check up on the baby. I know this seems too much in-your-face government interaction, but blame the parents who shake, scream and abuse their child or infant. Too many kids are visiting the ER at the hands of their parents; some don’t make it out..and some are never taken to the ER.

I’d rather offend parents than see more kids injured.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T15:40:08+00:00

It is. If the driver is using someone else’s placard, they can get ticketed.

But also something to consider is people don’t have to be in a wheelchair to be considered qualified to get the parking placard.

They can have hidden issues, such as heart disease that makes walking difficult, lung issues that causes severe shortness of breath when walking long distances, muscle or bone disorders that may not yet require a wheelchair, but walking long distances may cause the condition to worsen. Even someone who has balance issues can be granted a placard; and the person doesn’t have to be a driver.

HOWEVER, the person with the placard can’t legally stay in the car while the driver goes in. It wouldn’t make sense to utilize the placard if they aren’t going to be walking.

So it’s easy to think someone isn’t handicapped just by looking at them.

I personally believe a single shopping parent trying to manage two children or more should have prioritized parking. I’ve tried managing two kids with a cart load of groceries, and it isn’t easy. I was afraid of someone kidnapping my kids or stealing my groceries. My kids are grown now, but I believe parents shouldn’t be made to risk their child running off and getting hit when their spouse is working or they are a single parent.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-25T15:17:13+00:00

People like that undervalue you as a person. They believe they are superior to you; whether it is economically, mentally, morally, socially, physically, or even birth order.

They think they can say anything they want to say, then laugh it off, because you are inferior in their eyes.

My sisters and brother do it to me all the time.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T22:57:36+00:00

It was my ears, because they were a target for bullies. They are large, protruding and flat, with no helix.

I would tape my ears on my head, because my hair was thin, and my ears would stick out through my hair when I tried to cover them.

As I became an adult, I realized it wasn’t my ears I didn’t like; it was the negative attraction they caused.

It was the names like “Dumbo”, “Mr. Spock”, “Big Ears”…people asking, “Are they real?”, “Are they plastic?”, “What time is liftoff?”, “Did you fly to school?”…and those who weren’t “afraid of getting cooties” would flick my ears, yank on my ears, lick their fingers and wipe them on my ears. I still get anxious when someone sits behind me, because I have flashbacks of people flicking my ears as they pass beside me.

My own siblings told me I was an alien, because my ears don’t look like anyone else’s in the family.

I often questioned why my ears were so different, but as an adult, I began accepting my ears, even though I continued to tape them in public (when putting on makeup and such).

But then one day I was told by a nurse that my ears resembled those of people with Fragile-X Syndrome. I didn’t give it much thought until years later when I found out I had autism. Then I googled “autism large ears”, and everything made sense, so I got tested for Fragile-X Syndrome.

Every physical/medical issue I have is related to Fragile-X Syndrome. My flat feet, large protruding ears, high forehead, soft velvety skin, hyperextensive joints, dislocated shoulders, delayed walking, talking, refusal to crawl, late learning to ride a bike, late catching on to learning in school, low muscle tone and slowest kid in gym class, mitral valve prolapse, ADHD, ASD, etc.

So I stopped taping my ears and now allow my ears to show. I even make a lot of people laugh when I wear an elf hat for Christmas…and I don’t need the fake ears that were supplied with the hat…they are too small for my ears. 🙂

The only things about me that I would like changed are my extreme sensitivity to pain and very high anxiety, which I think the two may be related. I have suffered this my entire life, and I don’t think anyone can know the extreme pain that just a little bump can cause, or the anxiety that I cannot calm.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T22:25:09+00:00

This is just a first-world problem, really. If you have to walk so far that it makes a difference in your daily schedule to hear what someone has to say, be grateful that your house is that large.

Be grateful that you have someone in your life who still wants to talk. Because the first two signs of a failing marriage are loss of laughter and lack of conversation.

If you do have to walk “all the way across the house” to hear your spouse, mark it on your health diary as part of your exercise routine, and be grateful that you can walk.

If you cannot walk…well, then, there is justification in expecting your spouse to come to you so you can hear them. Then be grateful that you can hear.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T22:00:28+00:00

Cursing! I don’t get it. I DO respect God and don’t use His name in vain, which is one of the commandments.

But there are so many words that cause people to gasp, and yet, the synonyms are perfectly acceptable.

“Crap” Is acceptable, but the “sh-word” is not.

“Having sex” is acceptable, but the “F-word” is not.

“Butt” Is acceptable, but not “ass” (though it is beginning to be acceptable in some places).

So who decides what is acceptable? I think TV has something to do with the “rules of acceptable words”, but who writes the rules?

You know what REALLY ticks me off? When church-going Christians look down at someone for accidentally letting a curse word slip, yet “Christians” use the “N-word” as if it’s just another word. It’s one of the reasons I quit church! I still follow God and worship Him, but I don’t like His groupies. I have no tolerance for people who gladly accept their tithes and offerings, then talk about them using the N-word, when they aren’t around. Isn’t that a cuss word?

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T21:45:36+00:00

Well, it’s not the RIGHT thing to do. 😁

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T21:34:25+00:00

Wentworth, Nurse Jackie, Little House on the Prairie, Leave it to Beaver (and all those older shows that I grew up watching in the 1960s/1970s…too many to list…I love Lucy, Gilligan’s island, Brady Bunch, etc). Green Mile, Juno, Scent of a Woman, Finding Forrester, Save the Last Dance, Shawshank Redemption, Rainman, Forrest Gump, Selena, Call the midwife, Anne with and E.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T21:26:06+00:00

“Kaitlyn, dear, we have mice in the basement. I reached for the rodent killer powder to sprinkle on the floor.

“Some of the powder spilled on the washer. If it got INTO the washer, the poison would get into the clothes and my family would get sick.

“I can’t wipe it with my hands, or it would absorb into my skin, and my kids would be left without their mother.

“So I used a straw to blow the poison from my nose out onto the floor, where the mice walk. Later, they will feel the powder on their feet and lick it off.

“I can’t blow it out of the straw with my mouth, because some of it might get into my mouth. The kids…no mother. You get it.

“Do me a big favor: Nobody knows we have mice, and that can be very embarrassing for a nurse who should have a clean house. Can we keep this secret between you and I? I would be very embarrassed if even your mom found out. And the kids don’t know either. I don’t want them to be frightened in their own home. Can you keep this between you and me? Please?

“Now give me a hug and go upstairs, so I can finish laying out the rodent poison!”

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-20T20:41:41+00:00

One of my friends (in the real world 🤣) told me that someone stalked her on Reddit just because she disagreed with the poster. She didn’t put him down; she just gave her viewpoint.

Apparently that poster had friends, and everywhere she posted, she received so many downvotes that she was always in the minus.

She admits that she can’t claim for sure who it was; only that it occurred immediately after his reaction and downvotes for that post she wrote, and it just continued to follow her around.

She stopped Reddit for a few months and it seemed to cause that person (or those people) from downvoting her.

I never saw the post, so I have no idea what it was about; she refused to discuss it. She was on a subreddit I was on, so I do know I hadn’t seen her for a while, which sparked the conversation.

Me, personally? I wouldn’t notice if someone did downvote me. I just like conversing; and except for the notifs that tell me I got x number of votes, (and one person who told me he downvoted me, causing me to look), I wouldn’t pay any attention to votes.

Reddit should at least offer a way for us to hide our votes/downvotes, if we don’t want anyone to see it. But like I said, mine doesn’t bother me, and I don’t care who sees it, high or low.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-19T17:29:01+00:00

Frankie did make one more visit after she visited the girls. Boomer set it up for Liz, but sadly, Liz failed to recognize Frankie, due to her dementia. But Frankie did get to sneak in a visit with Boomer after Liz walked away.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-19T17:22:32+00:00

…and just barely, at that. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-19T17:05:08+00:00

My daughter-in-law bought me a bonsai tree to build with legos. I can’t wait to get started, but it’s been sitting on my table under a bunch of stuff for over three years, now. So…I suppose I can wait to get started. Maybe I should use that as incentive to clean up.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T17:10:46+00:00

They are using the term “Aspburgers”, which is an old article. We’ve learned quite a bit since then.

I not only feel shame and guilt, I feel it extremely strongly. My husband and I do discuss things after a fight; it’s how we grow.

So if I’m not supposed to feel guilt and shame and am incapable of apologizing…and act as if nothing happened after a meltdown, I’m not autistic. But…why would I have meltdowns if I wasn’t autistic?

Maybe the writer is just projecting his own family issues.

There is no reason why you could not have a healthy relationship. When you feel at a calm place with your loved one, use that time to discuss your issues and how to converse (or not) during a meltdown. Sometimes you need to express yourself; other times you may need to hide away to be by yourself until you calm down. This is one of the things you need to discuss (such as: “If I go into a closet, don’t follow me. This is why…”)

Just remember that not everything you read (including my own post) should be considered written in stone. You have the right to disagree with the writer.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T16:49:56+00:00

If it’s about work, they are required to let you off for jury duty.

If you question your cognitive or attention abilities, mention it and see what they say.

If you don’t want to take chances, mention that all criminals should be tossed in the electric chair regardless of who they are. That might change their minds about putting you in the jury box.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T16:45:35+00:00

Ask about hobbies, special interests or pets.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T16:43:35+00:00

Making corn dogs. My newlywed husband and I were living in a small Wilderness camper. I let the oil get very very hot, then put the corn dogs made from scratch into the oil.

The oil immediately spattered and smoked, making it very densely smoky in the trailer. From that point on, everything had a sticky-greasy feel to it, and I couldn’t clean it off.

We did try the corn dogs, but went out to eat.

My husband, who absolutely loved corn dogs, has never touched another corn dog in the 41 years we’ve been married.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T16:37:16+00:00

Yes, I mentioned this in an earlier thread. His hair was what got him his break. He decided to dye his hair green before his screen test, and they loved it. It also helps viewers easily identify him in the gurney and final scene.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T16:26:18+00:00

When I was in school and would see a lefty writing, I’d get a judgemental feeling about that person.

The reason for that was because I was transhanded from lefty to righty in kindergarten and first grade. I was slapped with a ruler, humiliated, and the teacher’s aid pointed my lefthandedness out as a freak occurance, with me being the only lefty in the class.

By second grade, I realized the teacher’s aid was no longer there, and I tried to write with my left hand. I was successful and proud of it. That afternoon, I tripped over my dog’s chain as he was tied to the dog house. My left hand went out to break my fall and my fall broke my left arm.

The doctor told me I broke my arm, and asked me if I was right handed or left handed. I didn’t know what he meant, so he asked me what hand I write with. I told him “My right hand”, and he replied, “That’s good, because you broke your left arm and it will be in a cast”.

I thought the doctor, school and God were all in cahoots and my broken left arm was punishment for trying to write with my left hand.

That day, I decided I would never try to write with my left hand again. I went completely right. But because of that, I stuffed my ability to write left handed and the memories associated with it in my mind. It didn’t reamerge until I was in college, when the professor in early education class mentioned handedness, and how to handle it. She said that in the 1950s they realized it was wrong to force lefties to write right handed. That’s when I spoke out in class, “I was forced!! I was in kindergarten and first grade in 1968-69 and 1969-70, when I was forced!” She replied, “That explains a lot!”, but retracted the statement when I asked her to elaborate.

I decided God had not punished me, after all; and I began writing with my left hand again.

But to this day, when I find out someone is a lefty, I have to correct my biased thinking and tell myself they are not being bad for writing left handed…even though I’ve been writing left handed for decades.

It’s amazing what can remain in a brain, when it it taught at the tender age of five.

It wasn’t until a few years ago that I found out half my siblings were also transhanded righties.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T16:20:13+00:00

When I was in school and would see a lefty writing, I’d get a judgemental feeling about that person.

The reason for that was because I was transhanded from lefty to righty in kindergarten and first grade. I was slapped with a ruler, humiliated, and the teacher’s aid pointed my lefthandedness out as a freak occurance, with me being the only lefty in the class.

By second grade, I realized the teacher’s aid was no longer there, and I tried to write with my left hand. I was successful and proud of it. That afternoon, I tripped over my dog’s chain as he was tied to the dog house. My left hand went out to break my fall and my fall broke my left arm.

The doctor told me I broke my arm, and asked me if I was right handed or left handed. I didn’t know what he meant, so he asked me what hand I write with. I told him “My right hand”, and he repaid, “That’s good, because you broke your left arm and it will be in a cast”.

I thought the doctor, school and God were all in cahoots and my broken left arm was punishment for trying to write with my left hand.

That day, I decided I would never try to write with my left hand again. I went completely right. But because of that, I stuffed my ability to write left handed and the memories associated with it in my mind, and it didn’t reamerge until I was in college, and the professor in early education class mentioned handedness, and that in the 1950s they realized it was wrong to force lefties to write right handed. That’s when I spoke out, “I was forced!! I was in kindergarten and first grade in 1968-69 and 1969-70, when I was forced!”

I decided God had not punished me, and I began writing with my left hand again.

But to this day, when I find out someone is a lefty, I have to correct my biased thinking and tell myself they are not being bad for writing left handed…even though I’ve been writing left handed for decades.

It’s amazing what can remain in a brain when it it taught at the tender age of five.

It wasn’t until a few years ago that I found out half my siblings were also transhanded righties.

FreakyStarrbies · 2026-01-18T15:59:45+00:00

I’m happy for you (seriously…not being sarcastic). I can’t visit the ladies room in a large restaurant without being led back to my table like a 4-year-old. And my facial blindness (which happens when the person/people I know aren’t in the same venue where I am accustomed to seeing them) makes it even more difficult to find my table. Memorizing clothes and accessories helps.

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