I don’t mind when there is one captcha. ONE. But when you use privacy tools such as a vpn, you rarely have to solve one captcha. You need to solve several, at times, losing more than 5 minutes because they refuse to let you in when they see you are on a vpn.
Ads can be blocked, captchas are required to access certain contents, and some are absurdly annoying if they detect you are using a vpn or tor.
Click on all the squares where you see a motorbike.
Failed! There was a fraction of motorbike behind the car in the background that you couldn’t possibly see. Try again.
Rinse and repeat, 15 more times.
I had a hard time figuring if this was satire or not for a good part of the article. The part where the monster refused to go back to their containers was what told me it was actually satire.
And I’m perfectly fine costing them money, I would pay, were they not enshittifying music streaming and paying peanuts to the artists.
Actually, I might try and find a new patch if they block this one to keep costing them money out of spite.
Still working on my end, but don’t know for how long, if they kill it, it might be the time I pass to tidal or say fuck it and just start using again my old mp3 player app
I’ve been diagnosed at the tender age of 36, because my lovely parents didn’t give a fuck about all the signals and the teachers “hints”.
Up until then, it’s been hell, and I’m not exagerating when I say that I don’t know how I made it this far in life. When you are one of the “lucky” ones that only suffer from what is now called “functional” autism (aka there is no cognitive disability), you struggle with most social aspects, you torture yourself thinking you are weird, you hate yourself because it’s obvious (only for yourself) that there is something wrong with you that you can’t understand.
A diagnosis is not a death sentence but an answer to what is happening in your brain to make it work differently. Now, I am starting to get help, I am asking for acomodations that make my life easier and I understand what is happening in my head. And most important, I’m not ashamed anymore when my “weirdness” leaks out because I understand it.