That people poo every day or every other day, not once a week.
Poopin every morning with your morning coffee (as seen on tv) is a weakness. Be proud!
3/week to 3/day is considered normal in many docs I read. As my body started to hate gluten, I was up to like 6/day. Now back down to 2-3 (but sorely missing bread, pizza, etc.)
Lactose for me. No more cheese or ice cream or it’s also back to 6/day. Luckily there is medicine for the occasional treat.
Try well aged hard cheese, most of the lactose is processed by the microbes. Naturally fermented yogurt is also low in lactose, but it needs to be thick and only 2 ingredients (milk and culture), if it is runny or has thickeners, avoid.
Good quality butter also has minimal lactose. It should basically be 100% fat.
Be careful though, it may be a dairy protein intolerance rather than lactose, usually this is more severe.
Vegan cheese and non dairy ice cream are pretty good these days! Ben and Jerry’s has a pretty big line of them, and miyokos makes amazing cheese!
Vegan cheese isn’t really a thing here in Japan (hell, “real” cheese in general isn’t), but I can say Japan also has some pretty decent soy-based icecreams.
did you ever get tested for celiacs, and or insensitivity? thats usualy the most common thing.
I was taught the 3/3 rule in pathology class fwiw.
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Looks like we have representation from both ends of the spectrum here 😅
Limited joint range. I just thought that’s as far as they went. It still freaks me out slightly when I see people using a normal range, as if they’d just turned their heads through 360° or bent their knees the wrong way.
Reading.
Or rather, how so many people seem fear and avoid it, or can’t do it. Something like 21% of adults in the US are illiterate, and the majority – 54% – read at or below a 6th grade level.
I’ve been a sight reader probably since I was about six years old. I absolutely cannot look at any words legibly written in my native language and not understand them. You couldn’t force me to look at words written in English and not digest them if you held a gun to my head. I fear no wall of text, no matter how tall it is.
It takes some effort to wrap your head around the notion that not only can most people not do this, but statistically speaking most or at least a plurality of people have to struggle or exert conscious effort to read and many of them are loathe to do so. And roughly one in five people simply can’t. This did not sink in for me when I was younger.
I can’t imagine having to live my life that way. You nerds have seen how much bullshit I write in a day; I’d go absolutely bats.
When I was much younger: that normal people could see much further than me.
One of my oldest memories is going into a McDonald’s for the first time with glasses; I stopped and read the entire menu, because I couldn’t believe normal people could read it as soon as you walked in. I always had to get up to the counter to make it out.
I got a lot better in school after that!
Standing to wipe your ass
Child abuse. I thought it was normal to threaten children with violence for noncompliance. I thought it was normal to be afraid to misbehave or be suboptimal in school at the threat of violence.
Struggling not to act on my impulses all the time, doing foolish things before thinking and not being able to go more than a brief period without embarrassing myself. I thought everyone dealt with impulse control issues. Oh hey Adhd, nice to see you.
My family was super meat-centric for all holidays except Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Any meal where it’s physically possible to barbecue, we would. And a family barbecue meant hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken, pork steaks, and beef steaks – one of each per person, plus a couple of extras. Sides were German-style slaw and potato salad. Buns were not included, but my grandma would always put a stack of white bread on the table (she was the only person who ever ate it).
When I started dating my husband and took him to a family holiday, he was shocked by the fact that my whole family was eating hamburgers and hot dogs with flatware instead of on buns. And he was actually sad at the lack of side dishes.
When I went to one of his family barbecues, I was sad that there was just one hamburger per person (already on a soggy bun) and a ton of weird casseroles.
Synesthesia. I was about 20 before I learned it has a name and not everyone has strong colour associations for numbers and letters, or sees a visible map of time in their head, or has music take shape. It never occurred to me to question it because it’s always been my norm.
I sniff things. I have a habit where if I am given something I sniff it first looking for a scent first. I do it more often with food than anything else, because I have childhood roach trauma and if anybody has had to deal with the german ones they have a specific smell. Clothing, body care products, boxes, tools, leaves, etc. I sniff it first before I do anything with it. I didn’t realize it was weird until my roommate asked me why I kept sniffing things he gave me to hold.
I also shake my towel before using it (IYKYK). I’m trying to break myself on this one.
In highschool nobody told me it’s not normal to put on Off like body spray before bed.
Anything I am given from my mom or someone I’m not familiar with I leave it out in the sun 100’s ft away from the house for multiple days before I bring it it. I have to inspect every bit of it, shake it, turn it over, etc. Apparently that is not normal, according to some of my coworkers.
I have holes in my fingertips that turn into ulcers and then get better, but it cycles. I’ve been to the doctor multiple times, they are stumped.
I tend to pick at food when I am at someone’s house, especially if I’m new or they recently had a pest problem they’ve let me know about. I’m shut down, I can only drink water or I have to wait it out and then get food outside the home. I feel like a bad house guest but I’m so scared of eating bugs or mouse droppings.
A lot of my abnormalities seem to stem from some sort of trauma response - I know these aren’t normal* now *but trying to break away from some of them is incredibly hard. I have just gotten to the point where I don’t ask anyone if I can shower before I actually shower in my home(it slips sometimes, I can’t help it). As an adult I realize I look like a paranoid ninny and I think my long time best friend just didn’t want to cause a breakdown or something when we were still in high school. I know she probably saw and knew, but I’m lucky I have her and her family worked with kids similar to my situation for a long time so they were the least judgmental people I knew during the dark ages. Also life is tons better, I just need to work on my weird habits like sniffing things. That’s gonna get me one of these days.
That first party warranty repair services sometimes don’t allow having a second party do the repair.
I have always just been able to bring the item into the nearest repair facility, and just have them do the repair under warranty, it wasn’t until today that I learned there is some brands that straight out won’t let you do anything but the ship in and fix style warranties. I would figure it would be cheaper to allow second party repair reimbursement but nope.
Nobody “dresscoded” me at home. As soon as I was old enough to pick my own clothing, I could. What skirts or jeans or dresses I wore was my choice completely. My school also didn’t care much.
Blew my mind when I realized how many other girls had to sneak out with their clothes because the parents had a rule against tight jeans or whatever.
I still think my parents were right with this one. The kids with the strictest rules were always those with the craziest outfits. Can’t blame them, I’d have done the same.
I don’t know if this counts, but when I was little I’d go to friends houses, then later in high school to my first serious girlfriends house, and I remember their families were like… loving? I loved spending time with at my girlfriends house especially, hanging out with her Mom and her Dad even if my gf wasn’t there. They were so nice, and you could tell had genuine affection for their children (and to some degree, me). I miss you Mr. and Mrs. Miller!
That’s me. I had no idea other families were affectionate and said crazy stuff like, “I love you.” My god, they even hug.
To this day I struggle with affection, even though I love it. If you touch me unexpectedly I’ll involuntarily flinch. I don’t mind, at all, but I still jerk and can’t help it.
I think my family was the same but I turned out cuddly, maybe the difference was the cats?
Heh that was my experience too. But I grew up with a single parent who spent all his time working, so most people’s childhoods weren’t spent climbing 5 floors of scaffolding for fun
Met my partner and was astounded by her loving family
- “Maladaptive Daydreaming”
- I have an issue with being remembered in person (at least that’s what my therapist said). I will go to different chains of the same store on rotation, or stop going to a store all together if they remember me “too much.” I’ll wait until shift changes or that it’s been long enough that they’ve forgotten about me. I’ve stopped going to certain places all together if there’s no alternatives. Outside of lemmy, I have no social media. I don’t want anyone to ever be able to look me up. Apparently people don’t do that.
- Using different cutlery based off of meal size/how long you want to savor something (ex: You like ice cream, so you may eat it with a smaller spoon so it lasts longer.).
- Wondering what people were thinking/picturing when they bought their clothes (not in a “wow, that’s ugly, what were they thinking” but what they saw themselves as. Did they see this suit and think of themselves as a ceo? Did she buy thay dress and imagine the places she’ll wear it? That sort of thing).
- Having multiple paths to one place. I could get to my classes or office multiple ways. I would rotate, take these stairs one day, this elevator the next, etc.
- I believed everyone had some kind of food that would give them the boo-boos. I’m actually just lactose intolerant.
Sharing socks. My family used to have a sock basket next to our shoes. You didn’t own your own socks, you just grab a pair when you need them.
I mentioned “the sock basket” offhand to a friend in elementary school and she thought it was crazy. That’s when I learned that not every family has a community sock basket. Looking it up though, I find a couple reddit threads from people with the same experience (and people replying that it’s weird) 🤷♀️wait that’s not normal?
My daughters share school socks, because they are all the same colour and shape. So I guess this concept isn’t too unreasonable to do it on a whole family level.
Your daughters are all the same colour and shape?
Yes. And their socks are too.
Don’t you have different sized feet?
This was the first thing I thought of. I wonder what percentage of households consist of members who all have the same foot size? That’s got to be abnormal. What, do the 5 year olds suddenly sprout size-12 feet? They don’t wear socks before then?
This story sounds utterly suspicious.
~50% of men probably wear a size 9-11 shoe
That’s a “Large” sock
Man with a size 8 shoe could probably still wear a “Large” sock and be fine.
~75% of women wear a size 7-9
Women with 6 or 6.5 should still be able to wear a 7-9 sized sock.
Families have genetically similar feet
I know from my experience, my father, my brother, and I all wear the same size. We all had different preferences and our own socks, but I could have easily worn their socks.
It seems easy, until you walk a mile in their socks.
Yeah it’s definitely more reasonable than maybe it seems.
As kids we had pretty similarly sized feet. And I don’t think I noticed if the socks I was wearing were too big or too small anyway, even now I have some socks that are bigger or smaller than others.
And my parents had their own socks, so the sock basket was just for me and the sibs.
We used to do it as well at least for me and my brothers. We all got the same white tube socks so they went in the same basket by our laundry
Well, in my mid-40s, this is a new one. As long as they’re clean and fit, why not?
Are socks ever clean enough? Would you do this with underwear, and why not?
Why wouldn’t they be? I would assume that socks only go in the family sock basket after going through the washer/dryer.
You wash your clothes? I just put them in a room with a scented candle. /s
We had a sock basket when I was a kid!
This is unintentionally how we do it. We split up the socks after cleaning them but like a day later mom is wearing the oldest ones socks and the oldest one is wearing dads socks, and the little one has one sock from the older brother and another he found under the couch buried in dog hair.
Same same.
