#propioception

[plutonamu]

odio ser super consciente del movimiento q hacen mis brazos cuando me muevo y d preocuparme de como caen en general

#how do i make it look natural #actuallyautistic #late diagnosed autistic #masking #propioception

[wind-on-the-panes]

I think us who make our psychiatrists laugh (with delight, not mockingly) during an appointment deserve an extra credit in life.

#me trying to explain my theories on why my appetite has swiped left since July today #he was helpful!! but only after he laughed at me explaining how BAD my propioception is #interoception** #but propioception too

[koala2055]

Don't you love accidentally pulling off a scab too early (ouch) but at least you get to see the platelets and clotting factors in your blood hard at work as the fibrin slowly traps the RBC in a beautiful biological bandage that you will 100% rip off too early again

#tw blood mention #tw cut mention #not sh related dw #just a general cut from my occassionally bad propioception

[windowsapologist]

Dark shoutout to the word proprioception for being fucking impossible to say

#botchat #i cant not say it like propioception #how do you expect me to be able to say the words i need to explain wtf my federal issue is #when you make them that #and this is coming from someone who says library correctly #(love to libary sayers though yall are valid gdspeed)

[anomalousmancunt]

hate the idea that "if you have this disability, you can mask it, so you're better off than people who can't mask at all". not because yeah, there is an advantage that comes from being able to mask - but because, how the fuck do you know if I'm able to?

I can't mask the physical impacts autism has on me - I can somewhat do a nicer voice than my natural one, I can try to learn how to talk to (not with) people, but that's about it. I can't mask the way the sun gives me overload, I can't avoid stimming in noticeable ways (specially not when overwhelmed, which happens often), I can't mask my lack of propioception or my weird way to move due to that. I can't mask the fact that I cannot make "normal" facial expressions because my face simply doesn't naturally move like that and trying to mask what I can drains my energy too much to also focus on that.

I also cannot mask how my autism interacts with my (other) physical disabilities + how it, in some (plenty of) cases, worsens them. The idea that it's "less severe" or "easier to hide" is infuriating.

#cpunk #cripple punk #dyspunktional #disability talk #neurodivergent #physically disabled #This isn't even getting into the fact that masking can provide an advantage BUT isn't inherently a privilege. #anything i manage to mask i do to avoid the risk *not* masking has #y'know how we (autistic comm) realized 'hey bpoc having to mask don't have a privilege over those of us who can afford not to mask'? #yeah that. being in a situation where you're able to unmask + get support is also a situational advantage #neither is a true privilege at the end of the day we're both affected by ableism

[scarcelymurmuring]

One Lip to Earth & One Lip to Heaven

To a smaller than average man -- stretched out in the crease of her tongue with one heel hooked over his opposite ankle, leaning back, palms flat, idly massaging the shag of papillae with his fingers running between them -- to him, the view would be beautiful. The rusty bluffs of teeth above -- he wouldn’t see the lower row, on account of the bulk of the tongue -- would part directly before him. And being the only soul sitting right there, it’d feel -- he’d know it isn’t so, but it would feel -- like they’d parted just for him -- so that he could see what he’d see: one lip eclipsing the earth below, the other wrapped around heaven, in its trembling emerald firmanent. The vapours would sting his eyes and so he’d blink them hard and fast. They’d water a bit, which would help. Light would play on the cosmic glass and warp as the universe tilted. He’d have to shift his weight back to his palms, and clench fistfuls of taste buds to keep from slipping. But not because he’s afraid to die. He would be afraid, of course, like anyone would be, but he’d know where he is and why. He’d know what’s going to happen. He’d’ve found his steel. He’d breathe in through his nose, and out through his mouth and he might be getting a little lightheaded but his sinuses would be very clear. He’d think of the day his son had brought him to a Turkish bath in the city, and the bowl of eucalyptus oil that wobbled the light on the tiles. His thoughts would clear. He’d breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth. It wouldn’t be that he wasn’t afraid. He’d just want to meet it calm and alert, and not scurry away from the beauty of the thing like he had somewhere better to be. As the slope of heaven grew steeper he would brace himself, pause, let his muscles go slack, and allow his body to yield. Without closing his eyes he’d imagine -- or rather anticipate propioceptively -- the moulting away of his skin and the cage of his chest hatching open. When the pale river poured in at last he’d surrender without hesitation.

But there was less than a sip in there left.

He’d barely’ve gotten wet.

Shalim lobbed the Great White empty onto the heap of coats in the corner and stood. This proved overambitious. She sat back down on the air mattress, which had deflated in the night, and rested her head between her knees. Her bowels squealed and squirmed. She sprawled savasana and counted her breaths. She got back to her feet, slowly, this time, with one hand on the wall. She squinted. The sun was at its winter peak and cut through the glass at eye level. She stumbled across the living room to the heap in the opposite corner. Patches of carpet were wet. A CD case crunched underfoot. She patted down the faux fur coat on top till she found a pair of sunglasses, Mike’s. They gave him a feminine, buglike look. She put them on. They helped. The green glass bottle with the shark on the label had rolled to the side of the pile. Her throat was parched and her tongue felt thick so she took it and made her way to the kitchen.

The dishes were piled high in the sink, with an unfinished bowl of cereal wedged under the spout. She put the bottle in an empty pot on the stove and with both hands loosened a plate from the stack, just underneath the bowl. Ceramic ground on ceramic. A white-winged moth on its back in the milk flailed its miniscule legs.

This text lives at the feralmachin.es blog, where its most recent revision, some additional notes, and other writing can be found.

#flash fiction #fiction

[lordgoopy]

THESE THINGS ARE A TORTURE DEVICE FOR HYPERMOBILE PEOPLE WITH SHIT LEG PROPIOCEPTION

#goopy.txt

[enbywerewolf]

Here were the first sketches i did of Gort and his friends. 

A note on Gort's size. It's kind of a metaphor? In two ways. Its the reason he's singled out as different from the other kids. It also represents a sense of being too big that I've felt since i was a child. I wasnt always fat, but I've always felt like i took up too much space. Like i run into walls and things as if i just don't fit in the world around me. I think this is related to the clumsiness that a lot of autistic folks experience. It may be due to faulty propioception.  That's the sensory system that provides information about where one’s body is in space. 

Also, for me personally, I've grew up with an abusive father who called me fat and in other ways made me feel like i took up too much space. 

So i am fat and like to draw fat characters. But Gort's size represents more than just actual physical size. 

#gort #autistic character #abuse mention

[kicksnscribs]

so like, it feels like touching white noise doesn't it? in a sense it fucks up your propioception and it becomes blurry for a sec

Hmm maybe?

You know how glitches look like?

It’s like that almost where I kind of blink out for a fraction of a second then come back meanwhile I’m just like ??? That was weird *goes back to work*

Wait…I just looked up that word and maybe it could be that? I’ll need to look into it further bear with me (I’m still at work lol)

#interesting….

[pinkkevlar]

Realized that I’ve always loved dancing and what not but have terrible propioception and that pole dance may be the answer to my problems LOL

#autism

[stardustto-dust]

20 for the autism thing?

Oooh. I've always been more sensory seeking than sensory avoidance so it's a lot XD. I think my biggest thing is, like, propioception so, like, I love swings, I love trampolines (right now mine is broken :( ), I did some acrobatics classes at my psychologist's suggestion and, even though I sucked at them, I loved like being upside down and climbing and stuff SO MUCH (unfortunately they're really expensive so I couldn't continue). Rollercoasters and stuff as well.

I also love foods that are bland in taste but like chewy or interesting in texture like gnocchi, chickpeas/garbanzos, tofu, bubble tea, etc.

And touch definitely. I got in trouble often as a kid for feeling things that were inappropriate (e.g. clothes while someone is wearing them XD). I love soft things and smooth things so so so so so so much.

Thanks for the ask!!!!! :D

[specialsaathi]

Have you heard of Propioceptive sense ?

Have you heard of Propioceptive sense ?

Have you heard of Propioceptive sense ? Well if your answer is yes then “you” must be a sensory seeker If your answer is no then “your child” must be a sensory seeker To know who is the sensory seeker actually … please read further 😊 The proprioceptive system is located in our muscles and joints. It provides us with a sense of body awareness and detects and controls  the force and pressure…

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#occupationaltherapy #ot #proprioceptiveseeking #proprioceptivesense

[dear-future-ai]

@phosph0r-proto

@demoisverysexy

@waflfalafel

Arque tail

developed by researchers at Keio University

#dear future ai #robotics #balance #kinesthesia #propioception #disability #augmentation #tails #furry #future_explored #tiktok #video #arque tail #arque #Keio university #animatronics #prosthetic #ghost limb #disphoria #body dismorphia #bionics #transhumanism #500

[anomalousmancunt]

anyway, yeah, i classify my (motor) disabilities as severe because:

at any point in time i cannot stand up for longer than 15 minutes without heavy pain. i can go longer than that but it absolutely drains my energy (which if any of y'all have fibromyalgia, you know how disabling that can be). i need to sit down and rest.

while i can keep a somewhat normal pace while walking on good days, i can walk on very specific ways - no stopping and starting, inclines are hell on earth, need to pay attention all the time to how i carry my weight because my bad leg may give out randomly.

adding to that: i have very low propioception, a mix of the 'tism and the fact that i've spent years forcing myself to keep going through the pain. this means that i may not notice when a good day stops being one, or when my body is giving out on me. this means i have to dedicate a lot of energy (which i barely have) to being aware of my body, and even that may not be useful.

i spent a year almost entirely either in bed or sitting because i had One Big Flare-Up that left me unable to stand for longer than 10 minutes... and then gave me like, an hour of standing time for the entire day. i have, luckily, gotten a bit better, but not entirely recovered.

i have no access to aids - i would potentially classify my disabilities in another way if i had, because yes, i could manage with those, but i'm not in that situation now, and i won't be for an indeterminate amount of time. this leaves me in a weird position in regards to what i can and cannot do.

i barely have access to basic medical care, and have almost zero medical care for my specific disabilities (as in the only thing i get are my meds - and those were a struggle and a half).

is this the correct language? maybe not. but until i'm able to get better language, it's what i have.

#sorry for being rambly. it's the brain fod. again. #fog.* #fuck.

[flecks-of-stardust]

always surprised at how much more stable my ankles feel after taping them up. alas i can’t do it too much because my tape is limited :/ otherwise i’d probably do it almost every day

#hashtag just hypermobile things i guess but like #i sit criss cross a lot and it's not just because i'm gay #it's that but also adhd/autism saying Gotta Sit Like That #but also because some days when i let my legs hang from my chair #my ankles feel like they've turned into marionette joints #they feel Loose. like they're falling off my leg #and it's disconcerting even if it doesn't necessarily hurt #so i bring them up onto my chair so i don't have to feel it #though the other problem is that sitting criss cross also strains my ankles so i'm kind of fucked either way #and also criss cross is kind of bad for my hips (which are arguably worse off; they're really hypermobile as well) #the tape helps hold my ankles together and also tbh the tugging of them is kind of comforting #something something propioception idk #anyway. crip tax is bullshit

[happyperiodyou]

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#spd #sensory #asd #propioception #adhd #add #tea #tsa #zylk #zylktastic #handmade #store #onlineshopping #onlinestore