#actuallyautistic
No more powering through. We take breaks and ask for accommodations like men.
Happy Autistic Pride Day! ✨
The above picture is just me and the below is a bunch of the SENSORY anthology contributors together (Credit to Schnumn/Bex for assembling)
By the way, the flag in the background is the trixic flag, which is basically non-binary people who like women (non-exclusive, similar to “sapphic” for wlw). Really vibing with it lately.
Continuing on the topic of autistic headcanons, here’s my boy Hyakkimaru. The 2019 anime one is so autistic, it warms my heart– I mean, it gives me FIRE!
You can see the process & my thoughts on my YouTube channel!
Continuing on the topic of autistic headcanons, here’s Snufkin. Super autistic, change my mind. Super relatable too.
I had fun painting him with watercolours!
Happy Autism Acceptance Month!
Here’s Rin Tezuka, the wonderful disabled artist who is 100000% relatable. I headcanon her as autistic!
Who decided we have to give up pure and wholesome things just to grow up? Sleeping with a little Pikachu plushie does not mean I don’t also make my own doctor appointments.
reblogging because I think there needs to be more notes and more people comfortable with the idea that adulthood is a lie.
So there’s a lot of posts differentiating between laziness and executive dysfunction and that’s all well and good but can we please acknowledge that lack of motivation and interest can also be symptoms of things and they don’t necessarily mean people are lazy either
when i watch other people my age, i see that they have this kind of effortless way about them that i don’t think i’ll ever have. the way they talk to each other and the way they go out and pursue what interests them without having to think twice about it. the way they know how to conduct themselves, the way it all comes so naturally to them, like breathing or swimming or riding a bike. it’s like they all have something ingrained in them that i just don’t have, and it’s so embarrassing and it’s fucking killing me. i wish i knew how to be okay.
Explaining sensory discomfort like basically my nervous system is cringing
How do neurotypicals not have a set spot at their table? How can they sit in different spots every time??? How??? It feels so wrong and uncomfortable!!
Edit: I made the assumption that as I left the original posters name on the photo and the fact it is a photo people could deduce that it was not my own.
I found this image on Pinterest and thought it would be helpful, I attempted to find the original to reblog but the name @ceebycee does not come up when I search it and I was unable to find the original.
I do not claim this is my post and I am not trying to steal someone else’s just thought that it could be helpful.
I’m sorry if I have caused any issues or offend anyone in sharing this information.
To myself. lol. Some of my posts have got over a thousand notes and that is fantastic!!! I am so excited to see anything I made get so many and its a big personal achievement for me so. <3 Thank you!
Anyone else hate the sound of the the blender? It makes my brain rattle, and on bad days can cause a meltdown
Oh boy, yes.
Blenders, beaters, and vacuums are the enemy.
Me remembering why a climax is called a climax and smashing out 7 out of the last 8 chapters of my Ladrien fic in a single day in a sudden burst of hyperfocus energy because the autism gods blessed me for Autism Acceptance Month