I’ve never seen a human being other than through glass
I’ve never had a headache which wasn’t the direct result of hitting my head or a hangover.
I am half convinced people’s “random” headaches are all fake and humanity has just kind of silently agreed that “the headache” will be a socially acceptable way to back out of minorly annoying but otherwise low stakes obligations.
Edit - does this mean I win the thread?
I never had one until I was 17 and woke up with a crushing migraine, puking and crying. Those continued (not frequent but crazy intense) until I got pregnant, a pause each time I was. Menopause didn’t stop them (so disappointing) but menopause plus low dose hormones has pretty much done the trick.
But I’ve never had a “regular” headache, like a tension headache. Only migraine, hangover, sinus.
What I wanted to say though is that you are so lucky if your head never hurts, like hurts so infrequently that you think people are faking it. It’s a terrible place to hurt.
I’m still a virgin.
I’m an American and I’ve never had a burger or mac & cheese. Isn’t autism so fun? Yipee!
How does autism affect whether you’ve had mac & cheese or a burger?
(This question is not meant to be accusatory at all, purely curious.)
ARFID. Has a common link to autism, but autism serves as a more overarching issue for me. It’s my refusal to accept therapy due to some weird complex that’s also a problem.
my refusal to accept therapy due to some weird complex that’s also a problem.
Hey, that one I totally get (as a non-autist, but with ADHD and there’s some overlap/camaraderie there).
When I was in college I had a really positive experience with therapy, overall, although my therapist did (rightly) encourage my parents to get me into inpatient psychiatric care for a few days when I was at my lowest point of depression. That inpatient stay was extremely beneficial for me, I came out of it much healthier and in a better place, but I was also brought there against my will.
Since then I’ve had a weird thing where I cognitively know I should go to therapy, but I just cannot bring myself to do it. I fully understand inpatient was the right call, my therapist did the right thing, therapy is very helpful, and there are plenty of other therapists anyway. But I still have this like, nagging anxiety about it. Loss of freedom can do weird things to the psyche.
Fortunately I’ve had some recent positive experience, since my wife and I decided to go to some couples’ therapy (nothing serious, just wanted to make sure we can have as healthy a relationship as possible) and it helped a lot. So I’m starting to reconsider the whole notion.
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So far I’ve seen only pretty believable answers here so I’ll add my own: I’ve never been drunk enough to pass out, vomit, forget things or fall.
Same. I get a little warm and I don’t like it, so I stop. Why in the world would I have MORE?
