being autistic with relatively high social awareness is just a constant stream of mortifying moments of social incompetence. Like I don't understand I'm doing/saying something inappropriate until I see other people's reactions and then it haunts my soul for eternity🫠
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Literally impossible to follow any blog about disability because there will always be some rancid ass post somewhere down the line about who has what worse and who is actually the most disabled and whether or not something counts as a visible disability or whatever the fuck. Every time there's arguing about that kind of shit no matter what Minority is doing it it's always the same, and I think about that one post that's like "I didn't get called slurs my whole life to be told I was passing."
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I have had a really full and busy day today, but the highlight was:
So I'm sitting in the staff work area and one of my colleagues comes up to me. There's an open day this weekend, and so we need to plan an activity for the would-be students.
"Simple!" I say. "Let's get them to dissect some owl pellets. Hands on, fun, they get to play with skulls."
"Good idea!" she says. "But we'll need something even fancier for the open day in February. What can we do? Perhaps we can take some soil samples."
And as we're debating the photogenic merits of soil Vs dead mice...
Suddenly, a Dashing and Handsome Stranger (read: an autistic engineering lecturer) appears with a flourish (read: launches himself into a seat beside us while visibly and physically vibrating with excitement about his special interest being Useful) and asks "HELLO I'M SORRY DID YOU SAY SOIL BECAUSE I HAVE A RAMAN MICROSCOPE"
"Amazing!" declares my colleague. "...Who are you?"
"COME AND SEE IT!!!" he says, currently the human embodiment of the :D emoticon.
We went and saw it. It's an excellent microscope and his ten minute infodump about it was both spectacular and also extremely useful. We're going to use it to assess microplastics.
I have a new friend.
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