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#maybe it's the autism
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I am NOT beating the autism stereotypes bc I have had hyperfixations on trains AND sharks AND teenage mutant ninja turtles, AND I've been diagnosed w/ selective mutism, AND i wear headphones. I am literally the "younger cousin w/ autism" example bs that people use. The only thing that doesn't fit is that im not a CIS man.
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lostlegendaerie · 2 days
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I feel like the Chris Fleming "vibe dysphoria" bit ("you are not a little mouse getting groceries, you are a very cruel woman who happens to be small") should also include the people who avoid confrontation under the guise of "positive vibes only" like you're not spreading warmth and kindness by saying everything is fine, you're refusing to acknowledge and resolve interpersonal conflict and making the vibes worse
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horrid-mothlegs · 8 days
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Why is sexuality so much harder to pinpoint than gender?? I figured my tranny shit out in 18 hours but to this day all I can tell you about my sexuality is that I want to be someone's dog
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Lines from the "2023 Speaker of the United States House of Representatives election" Wikipedia page that made me laugh
(in an "oh god" kinda way)
This chart of the results of the first vote--
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-- followed by the statement, "Lee Zeldin, whose term as a House member had ended with the close of the 117th and previous Congress, was no longer an incumbent representative."
"Representative Matt Gaetz of Florida nominated Jordan, while Jordan himself nominated and voted for McCarthy." (Second vote)
"Donalds wrote on Twitter about his decision to change his vote, stating that "the reality is Rep. Kevin McCarthy doesn't have the votes" (Third vote) (No one had enough votes that time, either. Donalds has yet to earn more than twenty.)
"Aguilar again nominated Jeffries" gets repeated-- verbatim-- six times.
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l3fool · 8 months
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I don't if it's an autism trait or not but I argue with people a lot.. I don't mean to but I can't stop it sometimes. Usually it's when I feel a group of people aren't being treated fairly. I try to bite my tongue when someone is criticizing me personally but when it's others or someone I care about I get really heated and I can't stop. It takes a lot of my energy and sometimes I think it's not worth it but I still do it.. Idk what it is.
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actual-corpse · 7 months
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Every night I go to sleep
And dream up horrors beyond human comprend
And then I wake up and realize
There's no end
Every moment is a waking nightmare
Somsomskmsksmdomdbuckstabu
I have emotions that run so deep
Makes it super hard to sleep
Zu groß Zu groß
HOW THE FUCK CAN MERE MORTAL HANDLE THESE HORRORS
IT HURTS
*screaming. Maybe tearing at my eyes or something idk*
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fawnshy · 2 years
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if one more psychiatrist asks me if I "feel like I'm being driven by a motor" while attempting to determine the severity of my ADHD I'm going to start throwing my shit at them like a chimpanzee
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vanadiumheart · 1 year
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Do people actually care if a story is predictable ? Do ppl care
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polariswiss · 1 year
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i get so fearful posting here What if they throw tomatoes at me and call me a fool
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juliaswritings · 10 months
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on being 19 and suffering from incessant longing
you are 19. it is 10:47pm on a saturday night, and you are filled with longing for what your life will be one day. you dream about freedom from needing to work or be in school or make money or do anything much at all. even though you know that needing is more in your mind than it is anywhere else. you have dreams. you think about standing on top of a big hill during a heavy rain. you dance and dance to your favorite band alone, though it's unclear where their music is coming from. you picture yourself dancing for so long that time eventually leaves and goes home and all that is is you and the hill and the rain and the music. on that hill you understand your body and her language and she doesn't need to tell you how to dance or what to do with your arms or your legs or anything because she can move them on her own. everyone on the bottom of the hill is watching and laughing and taking pictures and you decide they are celebrating. you decide they understand, and they want to dance. soon enough everyone is on that hill, and they are all dancing. in another dream, you are in your favorite tv show and you are just like them. you are confused and lost but they are too. nobody who has ever tried to hurt you is real to them, so they don't understand why you cry. you know every room of their apartment and you move in and act like it is home and they know that you are home. you are home there. you don't wake up from these dreams. you find the hill in your car and your best friends bedroom floor and alone, somewhere. you find the apartment in corners of bookstores and foreign bathroom stalls. you remember these dreams better than you remember high school or anything before it. you write about these dreams, and you search endlessly for your hill and your apartment. you remember these dreams. 
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maverickcalf · 1 year
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I feel none of those choices, in relation to the last reblog. People call me cute and I hate it, it feels bad.
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oasisr · 1 year
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Me crying, thinking about how I wish I could be a little kid again.
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defending-harmony · 2 years
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Every now and again, the spirit of a medieval peasant possesses me and I must eat salted bread. Just that... salt and bread and it is the most delicious delicacy I have ever eaten
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anxiouslyautistic34 · 2 years
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There are a million and one things that should’ve given it away that I was autistic, but one of the biggest ones that I can think of is when I was little and my mom tried to get me to wear jeans and I cried. Also the spinning. And the picky eating. And the meltdowns. And when I said I could hear the lightbulbs and smell the temperature. Also when my favorite pizza place closed down temporarily and I cried. Also when I tried to create a schedule for myself down to the minute. Also when my only friend in elementary school had autism.
But who could’ve known🤷‍♀️
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gruemoon · 2 years
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I've never really wanted to meet any celebrity, no matter how much I admire them. Meeting people in general is a concept that is fraught with anxieties and meeting someone where there is such a distinct power differential involves social customs that are, to me, unknowable and/or nonsensical.
You go up to them and say what? Ask them questions that they've answered 10000 times? Try to be different, without knowing all the ways that's been tried before? To what end? An autograph? And then you just leave? That sounds very uncomfortable. From the times I've encountered people I've admired, I know all I get from it is debilitating anxiety that causes me to want to forget the encounter ever happened, since I can't go back in time and make it so it never happened in the first place (and I've only had positive experiences!). I've had to get rid of any physical evidence of those (perfectly fine, normal) encounters because they became a source of pain. Yes, there's a lot wrong with me, why do you ask?
If meeting celebrities is a pleasant thing for you that you enjoy doing, I'm happy for you! That's fantastic!
I think I'd be able to handle meeting a celebrity I admire if the context is that they and I are working on the same project. A context where there is something to focus on and the meeting is not the point. This is very unlikely to actually occur, since I work in grocery and I haven't been able to be creative in years. But that's fine. I figured a thing out about myself, and sometimes that's enough.
But every once in a while there's a notable figure that makes me think... damn, I want to meet them. So that's where I am right now.
I think the person in question would be super cool to meet; I've no doubt that they're great at making people feel comfortable around them. Unfortunately my brain is bad at these things. Oh well
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prawnlegs · 6 days
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compelled yesterday to make a zine about a lifetime of being a contrarian little shit sketched left-handed and inked right (ow)
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