Man, I just love when I tick all the boxes. <big sigh> 🙄
I love that folks are being more accepting of autism, but I don't love that autism is being sanitized into a quirk.
There's a cute and acceptable form of autism on social media, and I don't see any indication that folks are remotely ready for discussing the rest of it, which contains all the uncomfortable things that impede a person's everyday life, require support, and make acceptance almost impossible—where the hygiene struggles, inappropriate social behaviors, involuntary movements and outbursts, meltdowns, and emotional dependence issues live. And the cuter and more sanitized the "good" autism gets, the more unacceptable the "bad" autism becomes.
Ja, das möchste:
Eine Villa im Grünen mit großer Terrasse,
vorn die Ostsee, hinten die Friedrichstraße;
mit schöner Aussicht, ländlich-mondän,
vom Badezimmer ist die Zugspitze zu sehn –
aber abends zum Kino hast dus nicht weit.
Das Ganze schlicht, voller Bescheidenheit:
Neun Zimmer – nein, doch lieber zehn!
Ein Dachgarten, wo die Eichen drauf stehn,
Radio, Zentralheizung, Vakuum,
eine Dienerschaft, gut gezogen und stumm,
eine süße Frau voller Rasse und Verve –
(und eine fürs Wochenend, zur Reserve) –
eine Bibliothek und drumherum
Einsamkeit und Hummelgesumm.
Im Stall: Zwei Ponies, vier Vollbluthengste,
acht Autos, Motorrad – alles lenkste
natürlich selber – das wär ja gelacht!
Und zwischendurch gehst du auf Hochwildjagd.
Ja, und das hab ich ganz vergessen:
Prima Küche – erstes Essen –
alte Weine aus schönem Pokal –
und egalweg bleibst du dünn wie ein Aal.
Und Geld. Und an Schmuck eine richtige Portion.
Und noch ne Million und noch ne Million.
Und Reisen. Und fröhliche Lebensbuntheit.
Und famose Kinder. Und ewige Gesundheit.
Ja, das möchste!
Aber, wie das so ist hienieden:
manchmal scheints so, als sei es beschieden
nur pöapö, das irdische Glück.
Immer fehlt dir irgendein Stück.
Hast du Geld, dann hast du nicht Käten;
hast du die Frau, dann fehln dir Moneten –
hast du die Geisha, dann stört dich der Fächer:
bald fehlt uns der Wein, bald fehlt uns der Becher.
Etwas ist immer.
Tröste dich.
Jedes Glück hat einen kleinen Stich.
Wir möchten so viel: Haben. Sein. Und gelten.
Daß einer alles hat:
das ist selten.
♫ When your bones feel like lead and you can't leave the bed
That's fatigué
When the fog is so strong that no thought comes along
That's fibro ♪
♫ Pain will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling
Ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing, "Ouch, I'm hurting"
Pain will play tippy-tippy-tay
Tippy-tippy-tay, agony disconcerting ♪
Cornflakes (any brand) with 1 banana cut into slices and enough oat milk to almost cover both. 1 to 2 mugs of strong black tea with oat milk and sugar. Too many meds to mention. 😂
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
I made a timeline for my therapist from my birth until today because so much has happened in my life that was worth talking about that she kept getting confused. She was very grateful to have a visual representation of when which shit hit which fans, so to speak.
Sometimes when I talk about my family in therapy I can see my therapist sketching a family tree to keep track of everyone so last time I offered to make her a graph and she said "that's fine I have one I just forget to bring it" so yeah that's where we're at
Me too, @teaboot and @kangamommynow. And it's always accompanied by me saying something like "Down the hatch," "One for the road," or some similar nonsense.
I dipped into my savings and bought an e-bike (pedelec). You guys, have you any idea how much freedom this means for someone with chronic pain? I rode to my brother's and back today, something that would normally cause me a lot of pain and total exhaustion, ending in 2-3 hours of having to lie down afterwards. Do you want to know how long I lay down? 10 minutes. If that. "Excited" doesn't even begin to cover it. ��
Me: "Which part of 'I'm autistic' did you not understand?" 🙄 We don't do subtext very well. Or irony. Or sarcasm. Unless it's overplayed or pointed out to us as being any of the above.
"You take everything so literally!" Ah, yes. I suppose it would be much simpler if I just assumed that everything anyone says has an implied backended double-meaning, like I'm the Alice in a wonderland entirely populated by passive-agressive hookah-smoking caterpillars. That would be far less stressful for all parties