Here is a really gigantic pic of highly respected dietitian and social worker Ellyn Satter’s hierarchy of food needs.
First, enough food. This will be roughly anywhere from 2000-4000 cals/per day for most adults, depending on age, size, and activity level.
Acceptable food. Food that you’re willing to eat, acquired in ways you’re willing to get it. Leftovers from a garbage can would not be acceptable to anyone who had enough food.
Reliable, ongoing access to food. Self-explanatory… you don’t worry that the next meal, or even the next week’s food, won’t be there.
Good-tasting food. Food you like! Palatable food! This is an exciting level to reach.
Novel food. Introducing variety, trying new foods and new ways of preparing them.
Instrumental food. Nutritional considerations, foods that serve a specific ‘health’ purpose. Say you’re wanting to get more of a certain micronutrient, so you choose foods that provide it. This level is what many people wrongly treat as the base of the pyramid when attempting ‘healthy eating’ in our frankly unhinged diet culture.
The context of this (by virtue of it being created by someone who is a social worker) seems to be largely socioeconomical. What I mean by this is that this hierarchy of food needs refers to food acquisition based on income, living conditions, working conditions etc. And there are two things i want to say about it. First that this alone is a very effective way of positioning yourself relative to things like diet culture. Second is that this can also be useful when talking about mental health issues and eating disorders. It does both by contextualising the priorities of eating (ie. what one needs in order to reach the next step) but also by saying, in plain words, that one cannot achieve a higher end than what is available to them (ie. You cannot each instrumentally unless you have reliable access to food).
I have always struggled with food. Always. There has rarely been a day where I haven’t had to argue with myself over the kinds of foods I want to eat; whether I really want to eat, what feeling hungry feels like, etc. In large part, this has been because I have been overweight and had mental issues and at every turning point I’ve been told by someone that I need to just ‘go outside’ or ‘eat better’ but have been physically unable to due to my mental health problems.
The hardest part about having mental health issues, for me, is that I get lost very easily. I will think myself in circles trying to understand what is the right or wrong thing to do is and, whenever you’re lost, it’s usually because you don’t have a map or the tools to make one. This hierarchy, to me, is a map for understanding where my needs really are. A doctor can tell me I need to eat better all they want, but if I only have access to ‘Good-Tasting Food’, I will never be able to eat instrumentally. Up to this point, my mental health not only limited my ability to see the way forward, but also limited the kinds of food I was able to eat.
One major factor in my issues around food has been the prevalence of diet culture, namely, the prioritisation of instrumental eating above all else and the undermining of eating enough, eating reliably, and eating good tasting food. Its as if I knew already there was a hierarchy, but I didn’t know where each tier began and ended. This has helped me by showing me where those tiers are.
Frankly, without this, I wouldn’t be able to have this conversation with myself, period. So its nice to be able to look at this, understand myself better, then turn around and articulate it.
[image description by @crashorpie : a tall triangle diagram like the food pyramid or hierarchy of needs. from the bottom to the top the sections are labeled “enough food,” “acceptable food,” “reliable, ongoing access to food,” “good-tasting food,” “novel food,” and “instrumental food”]
Thank you for articulating that, @commandtower-solring-go! I’ve been slowly poking at some similar thoughts.
It’s hard to talk and think about the ways that challenges in executive function and ability to feel and understand your experience of your body do impact reliable access to food even when there isn’t really anything stopping you besides your own brain/body and inadequate supports for the task of getting/preparing/eating food. It feels like talking about it like a food access issue is minimizing ‘real’ food access problems when I have always been able to afford enough to eat, when there are always some sort of ingredients in the pantry, when takeout isn’t going to eat the rest of my paycheck. But at the same time—when the result is a pattern of “ugh, this is too hard, maybe if I ignore being hungry it’ll go away?” that’s a recipe for sliding into an eating disorder and it is worth taking seriously. (Not an easily diagnosable one and not one that most treatment is set up to work with: the field hasn’t really caught up with how body image disturbance doesn’t always drive eating restriction.)
So, some ways that adhd/autism in particular can interact with the levels of this hierarchy:
Enough food: most grocery stores are a circle of hell, so buying food the way most people do can be hard. Eating food before it goes bad takes a lot of executive function spread out over time. Even getting takeout requires a lot of decisions. If you have moral scrupulosity type ocd kind of stuff around food, messages that assign a moral weight to food choices can be paralyzing. Not just “good food”/“bad food” wrt calories either - “delivery companies are exploitative” “you should care about the environmental impact of your food” not technically wrong but can affect food access. “Serving size” can land weird with rules-following. That “three serving” box of ravioli about makes a meal for me if it’s the only dish I’m eating.
Acceptable food: what is acceptable can fluctuate a lot on bad sensory days. As some autistic friends of mine say, unfortunately you have to touch the food with your whole mouth. This can make the novel and instrumental levels not possible to reach when that’s happening, and NT resources tend to assume this is actually about the “good-tasting” level - it is not, this is a much different intensity of experience than something more like “eew, this chicken is kinda rubbery and the broccoli is overcooked, guess I’ll suck it up and eat it tonight but I probably won’t have this dish again.”
Reliable access to food: kinda goes with “enough food.” Fluctuating levels of ability make all this much more difficult to plan around. If I get ingredients for a meal later in the week, it’s hard to predict whether I’m actually going to be up for cooking it, or whether it’s going to be what I want to eat. Difficulty reading one’s own body signals, or those signals being loud and confusing and getting in the way of preparing and eating food also make it difficult to recognize when you need to eat and to eat regularly. And a drive for autonomy - “no one tells me what to do, not even me” - doesn’t always work so well with the biological need to eat regularly and the way that unpleasant sensation will inevitably follow if you don’t.
Good-tasting food: difficult to figure out what your food preferences actually are when they don’t line up with cultural norms, and when you have difficulty recognizing the internal/physical emotional cues that help you figure out if you like something or not. Especially when you’ve been told for your whole life that your sensory experience is impossible, or at least not worth accommodating.
Novel food: autistic need for predictability and routine meets adhd drive for novelty and interest meets trying to balance ease of planning and prepping with the way that eventually same-food becomes not-food and and and. Tolerance for novelty and uncertainty sometimes gets used up in the food prep and acquisition process.
Instrumental food: E_FIELD_TOO_ LARGE. There are so many things that someone could modify their diet for and with and it is very hard to sort out which ones will make any particular person’s life better or worse, which will actually be effective at any given goal, all that. Also difficult when you take instructions literally and the guidance out there assumes that people won’t.
It’s extremely frustrating that even the nice inclusive anti-diet etc approaches to food and eating mostly fundamentally don’t understand or account for the experience of neurodiversity. I don’t need my experience “validated.” I need, minimum, to be able to compare my experience to the experiences that these resources think are even possible in enough detail that I can say “ok, yes, this approach requires skills and resources that I don’t have right now, so it’s not likely to work for me unmodified, and might not be appropriate at all.” Or “ah, this doesn’t state some underlying assumptions about what the experience of challenges with eating involve, so even though it says it’s for everyone it’s not likely to be so useful for me.”
“Trust your body” - well, that’s a process, but sure, good goal to have. “Trust yourself to be able to reliably meet your body’s needs”? That’s a very different thing.
Some trans history for trans day of visibility! Here is a poem written in 1322 by a jewish trans woman! (source and alternate translation). In case you were in need of the knowledge that yes, trans people have been around for a long, long time. [this is an english translation from hebrew]
“What an awful fate for my mother that she bore a son. What a loss of all benefit! … Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy! …
Woe to him who has male sons. Upon them a heavy yoke has been placed, restrictions and constraints. Some in private, some in public, some to avoid the mere appearance of violation, and some entering the most secret of places.
Strong statutes and awesome commandments, six hundred and thirteen. Who is the man who can do all that is written, so that he might be spared?
… Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead—a fair woman. Today I would be wise and insightful. We would weave, my friends and I, and in the moonlight spin our yarn, and tell our stories to one another, from dusk till midnight. We’d tell of the events of our day, silly things, matters of no consequence. But also I would grow very wise from the spinning, and I would say, “Happy is she who knows how to work with combed flax and weave it into fine white linen.”
And at times, in the way of women, I would lie down on the kitchen floor, between the ovens, turn the coals, and taste the different dishes. On holidays I would put on my best jewelry. I would beat on the drum and my clapping hands would ring.
And when I was ready and the time was right, an excellent youth would be my fortune. He would love me, place me on a pedestal, dress me in jewels of gold, earrings, bracelets, necklaces. And on the appointed day, in the season of joy when brides are wed, for seven days would the boy increase my delight and gladness.
Were I hungry, he would feed me well-kneaded bread. Were I thirsty, he would quench me with light and dark wine. He would not chastise nor harshly treat me, and my [sexual] pleasure he would not diminish
Every Sabbath, and each new moon, his head he would rest upon my breast. The three husbandly duties he would fulfill, rations, raiment, and regular intimacy. And three wifely duties would I also fulfill, [watching for menstrual] blood, [Sabbath candle] lights, and bread…
Father in heaven, who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water, You changed the fire of Chaldees so it would not burn hot, You changed Dina in the womb of her mother to a girl, You changed the staff to a snake before a million eyes, You changed [Moses’] hand to [leprous] white and the sea to dry land. In the desert you turned rock to water, hard flint to a fountain.
Who would then turn me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this, being so graced by your goodness…
What shall I say? Why cry or be bitter? If my Father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity, then I do not wish to remove it. And the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. And since I have learned from the tradition that we bless both the good and the bitter, I will bless in a voice, hushed and weak, Blessed are you, O Lord, who has not made me a woman.
Edit (because it’s important to know): the last line is reference to a prayer said every morning by Jewish men, it being problematic is another conversation. I’m mentioning it because the author of the poem is pointing out that she had to say it, even though she felt the exact opposite.
Tonight on My Husband Doesn’t Know How to Baby Talk
“Ma’am, are you aware that these, right here are your hands? They belong to you. And you get to decide what happens with them. So when you use these hands to pull your binky out of your mouth that is not necessarily a dad problem. I’ll fix it obviously i just want you to acknowledge it’s not my fault”
Husband: ma’am it has been reported lately that you do in fact have tiny little toes and a little button nose, do you care to comment?
Penny Rose: Babbles in Baby
Husband: RIVETING!
Penny Rose: Does that High Pitched Baby Yell ™️
Husband: Let it out friend! Feel your feelings!
Me: Hehehe silly husband doesn’t know how to do baby talk
All of tumblr collectively at my husband:
Penny Rose: does a sad baby scream
Husband: you don’t even have to understand taxes yet! I can explain them but you’ve got several years before that’s relevant!
Penny Rose: wide eyes, staring at her father, almost intrigued
Husband: I lied to you Penny your mother does our taxes. Do you want to know about arbitration? I know all about arbitration.
THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND
yes he just walks around the house and talks to her like this
Penny Rose: Cooing as twinkle twinkle little star plays
Husband: Now Penny there is a lot of misinformation out there in the world and I hate to tell you this but the moon is in fact not made of cheese. That is a conspiracy theory pushed by Big Dairy.
every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking
it’s fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like it’s such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. it’s a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, it’s a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when it’s on in public. it’s bittersweet to think about freddie’s legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because he’s a part of so many people’s good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.
Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends
every time i see this post i’m reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony
like, what other song can make that claim?
Some of the highlights of that video include:
The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what they’re all doing
So many people audibly ‘doing the guitar parts’… like ya do
The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)
How they all start jumping at the ramp-up “so you think you can stomp me”
Hands up, hundreds, thousands deep for the final “ooooo”s and the last line to close the song
Only days before my state went into lockdown, “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on in the restaurant kitchen I’d just been hired at and, no shit, every single worker in that little diner started singing along. Me (the only queer afaik), the manager, all the other kitchen workers, the dishwasher up front, the two people on the counter, all but two of the men over 30. Just belting out Freddie Mercury at the top of their lungs. And you can bet when “sometimes I wish I’d never been born at all” came around, we every single one of us ramped up the intensity and basically made sure Freddie could hear us in the afterlife.
This is going to be hard and unpleasant to hear, especially to those who most desperately need to hear it:
If someone doesn’t respect you, there’s no way to make them respect you. Literally none, not from any angle that you’re trying to aim from. It doesn’t matter if it’s a parent, a partner, a friend, nobody. If someone straight-up does not respect you, there is nothing that you could do, say, or commit to, that would magically make them do that.
Especially those who wiggle that possibility in front of you. “I could respect you, if you just ______”. That’s a trap, that is bait, and you should not take it.
If you take that bait, you’re just in their hook again. The milestones of being “respectable” will just keep moving to wherever they please. You will never reach it, no matter what.
Someone who is in any way capable of respecting you would never, ever withhold that from you. Someone who respects you will respect you, even when you’re at your worst, at your lowest. At the very lowest state that you have been in to survive. And you now what? They’ll respect you for surviving that state.
For the love of whatever you hold onto, you can’t make somebody respect you. You really can’t. You literally can’t. Don’t waste your time with any ridiculous ideas of making yourself respectable in the eyes of people who will never see value in you.
if the techniques you use to extract compliance are humiliating, then there is a real psychological cost to compliance, even if the required behavior is completely neutral.
Even if the behavior is good.
It is good to do certain things. If the way they get you to do them is by beating you, you become a person who does things because otherwise they’ll be beaten, which if you are a social animal will cause your mind and health to fucking disintegrate. It is, in fact, far worse if the forced behavior is good, because your options become “constantly make a case to yourself that the reason you’re doing the thing is because it works and not because someone else has power over you” and “do bad things, even though they are bad”.
nintendo’s frothing rage over the existence of emulation is the most embarrassing shit
You a big ol’ thief, ain’t ya?
what do you plan to do about it
remember that time nintendo downloaded half their virtual console library from rom sites because they didn’t have original copies anymore, thanked the sites, then promptly sent lawyers to shut them down?
Their campaign against emulation is literally impeding academic research into video game history.
i hate how reward systems never work for me like i can’t just say “if i finish this assignment i can have a cookie” bc my brain is like “…..or u could just have one right now” and i can’t argue with that logic
Self-imposed deadlines don’t work either because I know the guy who set them and he’s full of shit
This is going around again, so I should say, I was wrong when I wrote this.
Actually, I know the girl who set them and she’s full of shit
Congrats on the gender. Get well soon with the executive dysfunction
Sif was the goddess of the earth in Norse mythology with her name meaning ‘relation by marriage’ which related to her marriage to Thor (god of thunder). It was also said her long golden hair represented fields of wheat, which were the two most prominent things known about her. One of her more well known stories involved Loki cutting off her long hair as she slept whilst Thor was away. As punishment Loki was forced to seek out dwarves to make Sif a wig out of the finest gold. The trickster God then dared the dwarves to make more masterpieces. One of which turned out to be the magical hammer called Mjollnir, that was then presented to Thor along with Sif’s new hair.
(Atelier Versace Fall 2017 Haute Couture Collection)