Lemme make a big confession, y'all

A lot of people know me for posting about birds.

And yeah - birds are cool! Dinosaurs!

Aside from vultures or crows, any bird lore I know is from the past ~8-10 months.

Because that's how I am with literally all information.

Because #ADHD. https://twitter.com/NomeDaBarbarian/status/1275982834658717702
See, that's the thing.

My brain exists in a state of constant information absorption. I'm a sponge, and I hold things well.

So when I hear a cool thing, it's just... still in there.

When it comes out, it usually gets a negative reaction (see: ) https://mobile.twitter.com/NomeDaBarbarian/status/1230694896995954689
I have, in order to stay functional, dozens of podcasts that are running at 1.3-2 times speed, depending on my brain.

In my ear.

At all times.

At work, doing chores, playing games. I'll stop them if I'm talking to someone, that's it.

Data. Always. Constantly.
I've got a few dozen audio books as well, and another twenty or so long running series on YouTube or the like, that let me cycle.

Some days narrative is better, some days conversation, some days pure info.

It makes a specific part of my brain... quiet. Gives it something to do.
I *don't* know a lot about birds. I'm interested in birds.

Because they're interesting.

As are hippos. As is astrophysics. As is puppetry, and cartography, and card games, and mixology.

The reason I talk about birds on here?

People responded positively when I did.

That's it.
I've spent my entire goddamn life being told to be passionate about things, and then apparently annoying people with that passion.

My favorite people saw that, and instead of rolling their eyes, encouraged me.

Took the time to see the world through my eyes.

Shared the joy.
In pre-school, my teacher realized I wasn't disruptive when engaged, so she engaged me.

I still have the book she got me. In a lifetime of losing things, I've kept this.
In the front of it are some of the only pictures I have of myself as a child.
This thread is a great example, too. My brain connects things, jumps between them.

It's like... data isn't categorized. All data is equal. Its a thicket that I'm hacking my way through, who knows where I end up.

Which is why I'm thinking about the impact of poverty on memory.
And now the social model of disability, and now the quest for the unified field theory, and now the fact that all the kids born at Los Alamos during the Manhattan project have a PO Box listed as their physical place of birth on their birth certificates,
And now a branch between the fact that Chicago has a shit ton of tunnels under it from when the city went up on jacks and moved around, and some of them are still radioactive from the early (Chicago Pile) experiments there,

And the way my grandad (an Apollo engineer) took notes.
And to bring it back:

I had good teachers. I also had a privilege, that I was a white boy, so I was viewed as "gifted," not "disruptive" or "defiant."

Black boys like me don't get the support I did.

Girls like me get forced to behave. Boys will be boys. https://mobile.twitter.com/madJDMtyte/status/1276020369120301058
I wish I had known earlier, seen more people sharing their stories, seen more than just the punchline of the energetic kid zombied out on Ritalin because his parents didn't know how to raise a child and medicated the life out of him.

Also, I've had a book going this whole time.
It's a series I want to tell y'all about, by the way. We'll see when I can get my thoughts together to do so.
I am, in the world we've made, disabled. There are some people for whom disability is intrinsic. They're injured by their disability, and we can make things BETTER for them with accommodation, but not "fine."

For me?

There is nothing wrong with my brain.
There's nothing wrong with a peregrine falcon, just because it can't run on a greyhound track.

My brain. Is so fast. So fast y'all.

But we make it waddle it's aerodynamic ass along on foot.

And BOY HOWDY IS THAT NOT A GOOD METRIC BY WHICH TO JUDGE IT'S ABILITY.
I don't have a point. That's part of why I'll do long threads - I don't know where an idea is going, I just follow the idea.

And then 1.2 million people come along for the ride. https://mobile.twitter.com/NomeDaBarbarian/status/1232922661740613634
2.3 mil on this one. https://mobile.twitter.com/NomeDaBarbarian/status/1169598786777169921
So... I guess I'm saying that I appreciate how y'all have come along for the ride.

I appreciate y'all.

That something in what I do resonates with you?

That's...

A level of acceptance I'm not used to.

This is what I get chastised for, y'all, not what I get praised for.
I don't deserve the platform I have, but it's here, for some reason.

And on top of everything else, I'm going to try to keep telling what it's like in my head.

So that someone who's 20 can see it, and recognize themselves, and have an extra decade that I didn't get.
Anyway this is your reminder that shoebills exist and are a real thing not a puppet.
ALSO Potoos.

Real bird. Not puppet.
Have a good night, y'all.
Find somebody who can remind you when your body is made of flesh and has needs.

Especially when you have a hard time remembering.
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