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dingo-inna-domino-mask reblogged your post and added:
“I’m very easily confused, I have basically no working short-term memory, I can’t keep details straight in my head, I need everything in writing so I can refer back to it constantly”
ME TOO and it makes me feel soooo dumb
Solidarity!
I mean it though. Every day, I walk across the room to the shipping desk, put a package on the scale, walk back to my computer, sit down, click a button, have to wait fifteen seconds for the window to come up, scroll down to where I need to enter the package’s weight… and stand up, walk back across the room, and look at the scale again.
Every day, between two and fifteen times a day, I repeat this process. And I know in advance it’s coming. I put the thing on the scale, I say, “One point three pounds!” and repeat it over and over and over. And every time, every time, the window takes forever and someone asks me something and i say “One point three don’t make me forget Christ what is wrong with… I said… one… three point… shit.” and have to get up and look again.
(I sit at the only desk from which you can’t see the scale, and no, the scale can’t be moved.)
I. Do. Not. Have. A. Short. Term. Memory. I cannot hold a thought in my head for the duration of a conversation. Especially if I am under any kind of pressure. I can’t. I can’t do it.
If you give me verbal instructions you have not given me instructions.
It is painful how stupid it makes me feel. It is physically agonizing to me how stupid it makes me feel.
Solidarity. I don’t know what the word is for this, but I know I’m not dumb. But. Christ I’m so dumb.
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dingo-inna-domino-mask reblogged your post and added:
“I’m very easily confused, I have basically no working short-term memory, I can’t keep details straight in my head, I need everything in writing so I can refer back to it constantly”
ME TOO and it makes me feel soooo dumb
Solidarity!
I mean it though. Every day, I walk across the room to the shipping desk, put a package on the scale, walk back to my computer, sit down, click a button, have to wait fifteen seconds for the window to come up, scroll down to where I need to enter the package’s weight… and stand up, walk back across the room, and look at the scale again.
Every day, between two and fifteen times a day, I repeat this process. And I know in advance it’s coming. I put the thing on the scale, I say, “One point three pounds!” and repeat it over and over and over. And every time, every time, the window takes forever and someone asks me something and i say “One point three don’t make me forget Christ what is wrong with… I said… one… three point… shit.” and have to get up and look again.
(I sit at the only desk from which you can’t see the scale, and no, the scale can’t be moved.)
I. Do. Not. Have. A. Short. Term. Memory. I cannot hold a thought in my head for the duration of a conversation. Especially if I am under any kind of pressure. I can’t. I can’t do it.
If you give me verbal instructions you have not given me instructions.
It is painful how stupid it makes me feel. It is physically agonizing to me how stupid it makes me feel.
Solidarity. I don’t know what the word is for this, but I know I’m not dumb. But. Christ I’m so dumb.
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