

I think it’s that attitude with any neurodivergence or mental health related issue. You know, all the things that doctors didn’t know about diagnosing “just didn’t exist” in the past.
Like we saw the consequences of people struggling through life, not getting a diagnosis, and not understanding why life was so challenging. For example, my dad was dyslexic and my mom very likely had ADHD, but neither was ever diagnosed.
They just struggled constantly through school, had terrible self esteem, and when somebody told them to just give up and choose a different career path they just said ok, guess I’m just not cut out for this.
Then I got both, and my parents were ok with acknowledging the dyslexia bc it was pretty easy to diagnose.
The ADHD was a whole other story, and I was told by my own parents (who were tough on me because they just didn’t want me ending up like them) and most of my teachers, that I was just careless and lazy over and over. I started hating school when I was like 8, and barely even finished high school. When I got to college by the skin of my teeth, I found stuff that actually interested me, but I still struggled so much through college and grad school. For a very long time, I believed the reason everything was so so much harder for me than my peers was bc I was just dumb/not cut out for it.
I had to wait until I was in my 30s and had my own real job and insurance to even attempt to seek help and get an ADHD diagnosis, and even then it took a very long time, but I’m so glad I finally did it.
Maybe if we can keep society from further devolving, in a few generations we can also get people to understand that acknowledging neurodivergence and mental health in kids means isn’t weakness and doesn’t mean you have to accept some kind of dangerous magical sorcery. It just means understanding that people often thrive when you allow them to just be themselves, and treat them like individuals with their own strengths, weaknesses, and unique skills.




Same. I went on a road trip one summer a few years ago, and we decided to take a long detour through the Appalachian trail for part of the drive. We had all the windows down and the sunroof open, just enjoying the cool fresh air bc it was too disgustingly hot everywhere else outside of the mountains to roll them down. Anyway, we were going down this really narrow back road, seeing like 1 or 2 other cars every 45 mins to an hour, and eventually got to a point where we had to drive through a really old narrow tunnel like this one:
My first thought was, what if a bat flies in the car lmao. I demanded we roll up all the windows and shut the sunroof before we went through, and my husband made fun of me and said I was being ridiculous. I probably was, but there’s way too many documented cases of people who were out in the wilderness, got a tiny bat scratch, didn’t even realize it or think twice about it, then weeks or months later died a slow horrible death because of rabies. Even if you spend your last days in a hospital there’s nothing they can really do by the time you’re showing symptom except try to make you comfortable (which is probably impossible unless they just place you into a medically induced coma).
I also worked with a girl that grew up in Vietnam and said there were multiple times she got bit by stray dogs, and had to get rabies shots when she was a kid. I grew up in the sticks always playing with stray cats and dogs, but never thought twice about it back then. Definitely wouldn’t be taking that risk now.
Anyway, tldr, some people seem to be under the impression a fear of encountering rabies is like a fear of someday encountering quicksand. I’ll take my chances being ridiculous and overly safe to avoid it. Especially after reading the article and learning we’ve now got a fucking rabies outbreak to worry about on top of everything else going on in the U.S.