I got a kid. Most people do. Jane. What a terrific kid. Beautiful little girl. She’s got a lot of problems, though. She’s handicapped, you know? She’s in a wheelchair. See, that’s why I concern myself with the weather so much. Sunny day, she can sit outside in the garden. Rainy day, I gotta leave her cooped up inside.
Saving Mr. Banks (2013) dir. John Hancock
I feel like as an autistic person there’s a kind of pressure to “redeem” yourself by having useful special interests or a hyper-logical brain, basically having something that gives you a one-up over allistics. kind of like a “gotcha” to prove that you’re still useful. but like. you don’t have to have any of that to be important or worthy or anything. you’re good enough the way you are.
So i bought a weighted blanket thinking it would change my life cause i like pressure as a stim but it turned out to be really disappointing?? It’s not heavy enough for it to feel calming enough but the weight pressure does make my hip hurt? Tf i’m sending it back and going back to my regular pressure stims i guess