hate myself because someone came to my school to teach us about raptors (the class of birds, not the dinosaurs) and just. the autism won. i kept raising my hand so i could info dump about the reasons why kestrels are endangered. and then she brought out a REAL LIFE BARN OWL and i infodumped about THAT too. i hate being an autistic nerd. my whole class saw me acting like that. like a bird freak
for my fellow psychotics who struggle with thinking someone is in their house, a method I’ve found that really works are these guys:
i put them on my front door and anytime it opens they ring. that way if i think someone has broken in or i see someone who isn’t there i can think back to if the bells have rung, and if they haven’t i can assure myself it’s not real. obviously it’s not fool proof, like if you are prone to auditory hallucinations, but it has really helped me calm down in time to avoid major psychotic breaks. it’s a real lifesaver
i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.