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.
I don’t think people realize how hard overstimulation is. I’ve been literally in pain because my muscles keep tensing bc I’m overstimulated. I can hardly eat today, or process sights and sounds. I feel like I’m unable to get things done because I physically can’t do things or else I’ll have a breakdown. It just feels like everything is too much and it’s so upsetting. My headphones are dead And that’s the worst thing to happen on a day like this. Overstimulation can just fuck up a whole day.
All Allistic people should owe an Autistic person 1 dollar for everytime they refuse to clarify their statements. If you are going to cause me confusion it’s going to cost you a dollar.
❤ Happy Valentines!… Here is a PSA to allistics (non-autistics) and a helpful affirming reminder to other autistics who still struggle with internalizing allistic biases…
Autistics can - and do! - form relationships with as much diversity and complexity as allistics!
AND we can - and do! - develope sehxual urges and interests. And this is normal!
Aromantic and asexual people exist as allistics and autistics. Being allistic or autistic is not a prerequisite for what sexualities or relationships are possible for you.
I was excited to find out actually, it felt like for the first time in my life I was starting to make sense to myself.
But no one, not even loved ones, are taking me seriously. I’m heart broken. Am I just so good at masking that they don’t see it or am I just delusional?
I’ve scored really high on all the tests I’ve taken, yes, even medically approved ones. I feel like it’s explained so much about myself that I had previously just wrote off as me being really weird or traumatized from a rough childhood.
I don’t know what to do, because of those who know me best don’t even beleive me, what is even the purpose in furthing my exploration of it?
some of you may’ve heard about that fancy “bionic reading” typefont thats supposed to be easier for neurodivergent people to read (if you’re unfamiliar, it bolds the first few letters of each word to make it easier to follow)
well guess what, its locked behind a $500 a month API to write in because fuck you!
introducing, Not Bionic Reading! it is literally just the bionic reading typefont but for free. god bless neocities
[Image ID: Screenshot of tweet by Haley Moss (@/haleymossart):
Autism on TV: I’m a human supercomputer, solving the world’s most complex mathematical and technological mysteries
Autism in real life: I need to mentally rehearse making a phone call to a customer service rep for the thousandth time and then I want quiet for the rest of the day
If i may expand upon this, as another autistic person: yeah. This is literally it. Everyone always gets sad when i mention that i only know the names of four of my ckassmates. They dont understand that that is purely because i only learn the names of people that i either absolutely have to, or find interesting. I am happy with my four friends and my ambivalence towards everyone else.
Everyone also assumes ambition in life. And we hile i do have an aspiration, its not all that grand. I do have an ideal job, but failing that, anything will do. I simply want to have enough to get by. I want enough money to be able to comfortably afford a small apartment, and have enough left over to buy furniture with good texture, food with a good taste, and a stable wifi connection.
If i have that and 3 close friends i can be happy for the rest of my days.
I would likely leave my house for groceries, work, and to see those 3 friends. Maybe a love life would come into play at some point, maybe not.
And no neurotypical i have met seems to comprehend how i could be happy with a life like that.
One of the really, really frustrating things about being autistic is that you feel like you spend your life trying to reach some sort of unattainable middle-ground:
- We’re criticised for not making enough conversation, but when we do actually really get in to a conversation we are told we’re ‘too intense’.
- We’re often trained to maintain unbroken eye-contact during conversations, yet in reality too much eye-contact is called ‘staring’ and makes people very, veryuncomfortable.
- We’re encouraged to ‘express’ ourselves more, yet our actual, genuine emotional reactions are usually deemed ‘innapropiate’ or ‘unnescessary’.
- We’re told to be friendly and confident when approaching new people, but are then warned that we ‘come off too strong’.
- We are told to try and make interesting conversation, but are also taught that speaking about our interests will only ever annoy other people.
- We’re asked to explain our difficulties and anxieties, only to be told that these explanations ‘make no sense’ or that our worries are unrealistic and invalid.
- We’re expected to force ourselves in to social situations that feel overwhelming and draining yet still somehow remain friendly, good-tempered and pleasantly sociable.
- We are encouraged to develop good self-esteem, while at the exact same time being taught that everything about us is wrong.
I don’t hate having autism - I’ve never hated having autism. But I do hate living with the never-ending pressure to attain this mythological ‘perfect’ level of social interaction that simply doesn’t exist in my case.
-We are told to use coping mechanism when we need them, but when we implement them we’re told to stop, act appropriately, and push through the situation “normally”.
- We’re told to pursue our creative passions, because according to diagnostic stereotypes we’re not supposed to have them, but when we prove adept and imaginative at making art, we’re dismissed as having unreasonable fixations, escapist tendencies, and wasting our time on producing content that has no value in capitalist terms. And even if we do make some money off our creative pursuits—unless we’re one of the infinitesimal percentage of creators who make millions—we’re told it’s not and never will be a real job.
…this is so depressingly true that I’m going to sit here, read it again, and pout autistically for a while. Until my ADHD brain sees something shinier.
I mean… I try so hard and get so far, but in the end it doesn’t really matter… and if I said anything more I’d be a whole Linkin Park song. But I try, I really do. It just doesn’t work out unless the people I’m interacting with are either part of a neurotribe or at least understand the issues.
ENG: Warning, I’m an android. (autistic*, but it’s almost the same)
I wanted to do this in my native language, because there is not much information about autism here where I live. And I think it is important that autistic people who speak Spanish and are Latino have some representation.
