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Cake day: February 16th, 2024

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  • Actually the DAC in the Apple Dongle (even with how hideous it looks) is quite good (for the price) compared to the DACs powering the minijack ports on mobile phones. Let alone other external DACs.

    If you’d care at all about audio quality you’d at least know that right? Instead of trying to shit on a product you don’t even own, maybe learn something about audio?

    Edit: the comment quality here has rapidly decreased to Reddit hive mind unga bunga “I hate everything I don’t own and have no experience or knowledge about”-levels.

    Most mobile phone mini jacks have horrible DACs running them.







  • UckyBon@lemmy.worldtoAutism@lemmy.worldI think I'm autistic
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    10 months ago

    Sorry for the ambiguity. Not that this post is gonna make it any better, but I’ve tried.

    Just last weekend she told me she cancelled those sessions in the 90s. I didn’t retaliate yet because I am better than that. But it was news to me.

    The last few years we had hardly contact, because I already knew she was manipulating me and other people. I’ve been living abroad since 2011 and I haven’t seen her since 2017, but once a year we’d call or chat via WhatsApp.

    There’s more to the story of course; like my little brother who seems unaware of her evil spirit and our dad who she divorced because he is (undiagnosed) autistic, and he is actually doing better now.

    I am not the only one who has “issues” with her for weird reasons. Her last boyfriend hanged himself on the swing at the little playground in front of her house. He took her to visit me in 2017. He wasn’t square though: alcohol, drugs, crime. I can only imagine what she’s been telling him for that to be the last drop in the bucket. I’m not gonna be a victim of her.


  • UckyBon@lemmy.worldtoAutism@lemmy.worldI think I'm autistic
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    10 months ago

    It actually happened yesterday in a short chat. I’ve already had a feeling something was wrong, because she has been gaslighting me for years. But I wanted (needed) to know what happened at the therapist(s) in the 90s. All those docs have been destroyed, the referring GP is dead. I live abroad, it’s hard to get access to anything and everything is either empty or closed off.

    Finally the narcissism came through, shining bright in 1 short message.

    Edit: Forgot to say, that I won’t weep.


  • UckyBon@lemmy.worldtoAutism@lemmy.worldI think I'm autistic
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    10 months ago

    This hits home hard.

    My mom (says she) is still in therapy because when I was young I didn’t cooperate with the therapy she wanted for me. As a kid I didn’t understand that of course. So despite doing therapy it was always about her, not about me, and I didn’t get any kind of diagnosis because she pulled the plug before that could happen. Kind of a shitty thing to find out a few decades later.




  • UckyBon@lemmy.worldtoVegan@lemmy.ml*confused carnist noises*.
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    10 months ago

    I guess that’s true. I’ve never given a thought about veganism until I became one 8 years ago. You’d hear the dumbest things, even how the “vegetables” vegans are eating aren’t healthy, but when Miriam from HR eats a salad it’s because she wants to lose weight and get healthy.

    I was a victim of the meat propaganda as well. I hate there’s ads for meat and dairy on every corner. I hate grocery stores for this reason too (all the smiling cartoon animals, apart from the meat there’s little real animal about it).

    I am fine and I am healthy. When proteinpowderboy 2035 comes and says I am not because I don’t eat the chimken I can do nothing more than roll my eyes.

    Seeing stuff like this online is funny, because I do relate strongly. I felt the same when I became an atheist, after living the first 20 years of my life in a very religious town.