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e-xolite · 2 months
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Whenever I tell someone who’s neurotypical I forget to eat they can’t even fathom it lmao. They are like “so what- you just FORGET that your hungry?” Like yes, have you been paying attention?
Anyways this is my reminder to all my ND friends to go get a drink of water and eat something if you haven’t eaten in the last few hours.
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thefunkiestofkongs · 1 year
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Im autisitc and this comes from a place of love for my neurodivergant homies
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rowuwu · 4 months
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I truly love being around other neurodivergant gay people. Like, you are my people. I don't have to pretend to be neurotypical or straight whilst around you. I can interact with other people like me- people that actually get it. People of whom I do not have to wear a mask around. People that, when I talk about my hyperfixations, show real interest and actually listen, because they know what it's like to be so immersed in something that you talk about it to no end. People that know and understand how much neurodivergancy affects a human being. People that understand me for who I am. It is such a beautiful feeling that makes being neurodivergant what of a better experience, to know that there are people around me that are literally like me !
Thank you. I love you. Mwah.
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shamelessdelusions · 5 months
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Me with ADHD: *Getting overly excited anytime I interact with any of my hyperfixations*
Autistic friend: Are you sure you're not autistic?
Me: maybe
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explorationsoftheid · 2 years
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Isn’t it fun when someone throws you a sentence fragment and assumes you have a clue what they mean? Tonight for example my SO came over, held out a half full bottle of water, and said, “My water. ”
I froze for a couple of seconds while I pondered this. The statement could have meant;
“Is this water in this bottle or something else?” As we have no history of putting anything else in water bottles in the refrigerator this seemed like the least likely meaning.
“This is my water. Keep your hands off”. This seemed unlikely, though not as improbable as the first one. We share everything and there were a bunch of bottles in the fridge so there really wasn’t anything special about this one. No reason to get possessive.
“Is this my water or yours?“. We both knew that I hadn’t opened one and we had been together all day, and there was no one else around to open one. Because of this, there was no reason for them to ask.
“Would you like some of my water?” This seemed to be the most likely possibility so I want with it.
After a long pause to sort through the various meanings and the probabilities of each, and once I selected the most likely one to formulate an appropriate response, I replied, “No thanks, I’m good.”
People wonder why I don’t respond quickly. “It’s a simple question, just answer,” is what i hear a lot. Well, it would have been if you had asked a question. But you didn’t. You dropped two random words while holding a bottle. I had to decode what you meant. You and other neurotypical people may pick up on these subtle meanings*, but I don’t. Just say what you mean.
Neurotypical people are so weird sometimes.
*(the bottle was tilted slightly toward me to indicate it was an offer, how could I miss that? /end sarcasm)
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apolloskazoo · 1 year
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being obsessed with something is so funny because one minute i’ll be minding my own business and the next a certain letter of the alphabet will remind me of a certain scene from a show and suddenly i’m frothing at the mouth and if i don’t rewatch the entire series i will die immediately
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Dyscalculia culture is being walked step by step through a basic, elementary-school level mathematical concept (as a high schooler and above) and understanding it IN THE MOMENT and then when it comes time for you to show what you learned your mind goes blank like learning??? not here no way + Dyscalculia culture is getting a headache if you spend longer than 10 minutes on math homework </3
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lotus-duckies · 2 years
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Beautiful
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river-taxbird · 1 month
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Traumatic story from my childhood:
"There is no such thing as Asperger's Syndrome."
I was diagnosed as autistic around 6 or 7, I think. I didn't get my official diagnosis until a few years later but as far as I knew it was a fact from when I was told about it. It was called Asperger's syndrome, at that time of course. When I was diagnosed, I was excited because I thought it was interesting and I was curious about the world, so I told my best friend in school, as you do when you are 6. I wanted him to know because he was the only person in class I liked, and my parents had told me he also has a cousin who had Asperger's. It was nice to know I wasn't alone.
My friend must have told his mother, and aunt. His aunt was the autistic cousin's mother and worked in special ed and in an autism advocacy group. (I didn't know this at the time.) A while later, my mum told me that my friend had told his family. His family were on speaking terms with mine since we were friends. The aunt, (The special ed/autism advocacy aunt with an autistic kid of her own, mind you) had responded by telling him that I was a liar, that I had made it all up, and there was no such thing as Asperger's syndrome. What a thing to say about a 6 year old. After that I wasn't comfortable with other people knowing until I was around 16 and would get angry at my parents if they told anyone, including teachers.
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Things that I should have recognized as a sign of my
AUTISM
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e-xolite · 1 month
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I have ODD and something about it has always been so funny to me. I’ve been diagnosed since I was like four.
Like “your child is uncooperative so we are diagnosing her with offical little cunt syndrome”
Born to anarchism, forced to ODD.
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letstalkbeautyuk · 7 months
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🧠 Embrace Neurodiversity Badges - love minds of all kinds 💚
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via-rant · 1 year
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Now some funny-ish sounds -
Frank: How many rock bottoms are you gonna hit before you start taking care of yourself?
Leo almost passed out from overexhaustion: 'm thinking of a number between uuuuhhh 11 and..... 32.
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Leo: Hey, why aren't Koalas considered bears?
Annabeth: Because they're marsupials.
Leo quietly: "Because they're marsupials" No, it's cause they don't have the right koala-fications.
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Leo: If I went missing for like a week do you think you'd be alarmed?
Jason: I think so.
Leo: That's nice I didn't think you'd be worried.
Jason: You're my friend.
Leo: I don't like how you said that, you said it with a-
Jason: You're my friend!
Leo nervously: Why are you yelling at me "you're my friend"?!
Jason putting his hands on his shoulders: You're my friend!!
Leo: Oh God!!
Jason: I would be concerned if you disappeared!
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Leo: You see how I can't scan myself? It's cause I'm priceless.
Jason: Or because you're not worth anything.
Leo: Oh.....
(Jason apologized immediately afterwards. He wasn't paying attention and just said it out loud. Remember, Jason also has ADHD.)
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Hedge: Okay, I get it, we're all without moms.
Percy: I'm not!
The rest of the 7:.....
Percy: I fucking love my mom.
(I know Percy wouldn't brag about it but I just really like this sound.)
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Piper: L? Like the L word?
Leo and Percy: Lesbians?
Frank, Hazel and Jason: *Laughing*
Annabeth: Lost guys, we're lost.
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explorationsoftheid · 5 months
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WTF? REALLY?
I need an opinion. We have a client that is significantly dyslexic. We have to be very careful with our written correspondence. No bold, no colours, just a simple typed letter/email/form/whatever.
They have also specified that I have to use Comic Sans as the font.
They heard that Comic Sans was THE font to use for dyslexic people. I thought they were joking, but no they are absolutely adamant, I have to use Comic Sans on all of our correspondence because they heard it was the one font that people with severe dyslexia can read.
Is this really a thing?
EDIT: I learned something today. Apparently this is true. That’s really cool. Thanks for the quick replies.
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kaylakenobi · 1 year
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Yeah sex is cool but has someone ever just let you info dump on them about whatever your hyperfixated on even if they don’t know anything about it and they actually listen and try to keep up, even if they aren’t do a good job at keeping up but they’re trying and it’s such an amazing feeling because wow this person actually cares about what I have to say and what I like even though they know nothing about it and what I’m hyperfixated on will probably change in like a month but they’re caring anyway simply just because I care about it right now.
It’s honestly the best feeling I’ve ever had in my entire life.
There’s only one other person I’ve had it with and she’s an amazing friend and we’re both neurodivergent but in different ways (she has adhd and I’m autistic) and we aren’t really into the same things but we listen to each other rant and stuff and it’s so great because we know that there’s no one else that will listen to us about it and most of the time we’re confused and don’t understand but we just talk anyway because it’s different when someone is listening and trying and letting you get your thoughts out of your brain.
I think everyone deserves a friend like her, she’s amazing
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miaexploringlife · 1 month
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A Trip Down Memory Land: A Revelation
Today, my Dad was talking to my little sister T (younger than my brother J) about how messy her room was, because the entire floor was covered in toys. It reminded me of bad memories I hadn't remembered in a while. Many times when I was younger, I had been tasked with cleaning my room the day before someone came over or we had a house inspection.
I can remember a sense of unease whenever I walked past my room, breaking down in tears and struggling to breathe as the walls closed in around me when I entered. My room had always been my safe place, somewhere I could hide if I got tired or didn't want to interact with guests, so it always scared me when this happened.
I would go hide in the bathroom, knowing that Mum would be upset if I wasn't cleaning my room when she'd been asking me to all week. I would curl up in the bath and cry, because something was wrong and I didn't know how to explain it.
I would try to go to my room, wanting to clean my room so that Mum wouldn't be stressed or so that I could make her smile and tease a snack out of her. But without fail, I would break down in tears and my chest would ache.
Sometimes I would manage to sit on the floor and reorganise my bookshelf as I sobbed, but others I would sit in the bathtub long past when I stopped crying. Just feeling helpless about why I didn't know why I was feeling what I was feeling and why I couldn't just clean my room like my younger siblings.
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