Autistic teen interested in Gravity Falls and Guinea Pigs (among other things) Current Hyperfixations: FNAF, Poppy Playtime
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Yarnaby!!!!!!!!
Um I’m bored give me things to draw
Just like reblog this or send something to my inbox I don’t care just please give me ideas my head empty
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As an autistic person, you can literally tell someone "I mean this genuinely and literally and this is all genuinely good faith. I mean this all completely neutrally, I'm not implying anything else and this is all extremely literal and good faith" and someone will still misconstrue you in ways you never thought was possible.
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Yo, correct me if I am wrong please, but didn't Hitler rise to power because he promised to fix the German economy and people really liked that so they looked past everything else he was doing??? Like exactly what's happening in America right now???
So many people said they voted for Trump, put a truly evil person in power, because he said he'd fix the economy, and a little voice in my head is going, "Isn't that what happened with fucking Hitler??"
But I've seen no one point that out so maybe I'm miss remembering???????
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TW: Suicide, Suicide Attempts, Politics, Mental Health, Ableism, Hospitalization and visits to the ER
I am writing this July 3rd, 2025. It’s 6:16 PM, and I just found out that Trump’s ‘Big Beautiful Bill’ is going to his desk for him to sign. It will be passed.
I’m a 15 year old white kid, I have privilege. I’m also a low income teen, who’s grown up in the same apartment for 14 years. I’m trans, and autistic. Though, I didn’t know either of these when I was younger. I’ve struggled with mental health my whole life, and have recently been hospitalized for suicide attempts. A big reason I attempted was because I didn’t wanna live in a world like this. A world full of hardship, where genocide and rape are somehow excuseable. I didn’t wanna live in a world where it felt like everyone was against me. Because all my life I’ve been told that I was wrong. Whether it was from my teachers or on the playground, or even my doctors, it’s always been something I’ve heard. It’s taken me a long time to realize, I’m not broken. I’m more than my autism, or any mental health struggles I have. But this administration has resurfaced a lot of those feelings for me. From people like RFK Jr., who say people like me tear families apart. To our president himself, who has specifically targeted me and my other queer siblings. I’ve felt more broken than ever. And I didn’t want to continue feeling that way. I didn’t wanna grow up in a world like this. So I was prepared to end it. I wanted out. And a big part of me still does. Because, why should I stay in this world, if this is what I have to deal with?
I had previously tried to go to the ER, but they dismissed me. They said it was ‘just my autism’. So I had lost all hope.
My therapist ended up recommending I go to inpatient. I stayed there for two weeks. When I got out, everything felt so weird. I guess it’s a good thing I went? I definitely wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t. I was still struggling, and ended up chatting with the LGBTQ+ specific line on 988. Once again, I don’t think I’d still be here if I hadn’t. And then, I learned: they were closing that too. It just felt like everyone was against me. I felt so alone. I felt detached from my body. But I didn’t wanna go back to inpatient, so I didn’t talk about it. How can the world be so cruel? How can people not understand? Why are we still a debate? Another topic for you to decide. I am nothing more than a political agenda to you. Do you really care? Would you care if I had disappeared? Would I have just been another name on a long list of my siblings who have lost the fight? I don’t think you would. Because you don’t know me. Because you have know someone personally to feel anything for them. And even if you do know them, you often don’t feel anything for them.
I usually don’t talk about this stuff. Politics. But when people’s lives, their hopes, their everything, is political? It’s everyone’s problem.
But no. Even though I want to give up. I can’t. Because if you keep saying we’re wrong. If you keep saying we’re broken. We’ll just be another society under the dust. Forgotten.
I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to do that to that little girl who you said was broken. She deserved so much better. And you deserve so much less.
So, if anything, I’m living for pure spite. Because you aren’t a king. And it should be for the people, not for the privileged. It should be for the people, not for the wealthy. It should be for the people, not for only the people you consider ‘people’. So I’m done. I’m done with you.
Cause you can say we are free. You can say we are brave. You can say we are nobel and justified for the things we do. But we’re not, and we never will be.
And to quote Albert Camus: “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion”.
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TW: Suicide, Suicide Attempts, Politics, Mental Health, Ableism, Hospitalization and visits to the ER
I am writing this July 3rd, 2025. It’s 6:16 PM, and I just found out that Trump’s ‘Big Beautiful Bill’ is going to his desk for him to sign. It will be passed.
I’m a 15 year old white kid, I have privilege. I’m also a low income teen, who’s grown up in the same apartment for 14 years. I’m trans, and autistic. Though, I didn’t know either of these when I was younger. I’ve struggled with mental health my whole life, and have recently been hospitalized for suicide attempts. A big reason I attempted was because I didn’t wanna live in a world like this. A world full of hardship, where genocide and rape are somehow excuseable. I didn’t wanna live in a world where it felt like everyone was against me. Because all my life I’ve been told that I was wrong. Whether it was from my teachers or on the playground, or even my doctors, it’s always been something I’ve heard. It’s taken me a long time to realize, I’m not broken. I’m more than my autism, or any mental health struggles I have. But this administration has resurfaced a lot of those feelings for me. From people like RFK Jr., who say people like me tear families apart. To our president himself, who has specifically targeted me and my other queer siblings. I’ve felt more broken than ever. And I didn’t want to continue feeling that way. I didn’t wanna grow up in a world like this. So I was prepared to end it. I wanted out. And a big part of me still does. Because, why should I stay in this world, if this is what I have to deal with?
I had previously tried to go to the ER, but they dismissed me. They said it was ‘just my autism’. So I had lost all hope.
My therapist ended up recommending I go to inpatient. I stayed there for two weeks. When I got out, everything felt so weird. I guess it’s a good thing I went? I definitely wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t. I was still struggling, and ended up chatting with the LGBTQ+ specific line on 988. Once again, I don’t think I’d still be here if I hadn’t. And then, I learned: they were closing that too. It just felt like everyone was against me. I felt so alone. I felt detached from my body. But I didn’t wanna go back to inpatient, so I didn’t talk about it. How can the world be so cruel? How can people not understand? Why are we still a debate? Another topic for you to decide. I am nothing more than a political agenda to you. Do you really care? Would you care if I had disappeared? Would I have just been another name on a long list of my siblings who have lost the fight? I don’t think you would. Because you don’t know me. Because you have know someone personally to feel anything for them. And even if you do know them, you often don’t feel anything for them.
I usually don’t talk about this stuff. Politics. But when people’s lives, their hopes, their everything, is political? It’s everyone’s problem.
But no. Even though I want to give up. I can’t. Because if you keep saying we’re wrong. If you keep saying we’re broken. We’ll just be another society under the dust. Forgotten.
I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to do that to that little girl who you said was broken. She deserved so much better. And you deserve so much less.
So, if anything, I’m living for pure spite. Because you aren’t a king. And it should be for the people, not for the privileged. It should be for the people, not for the wealthy. It should be for the people, not for only the people you consider ‘people’. So I’m done. I’m done with you.
Cause you can say we are free. You can say we are brave. You can say we are nobel and justified for the things we do. But we’re not, and we never will be.
And to quote Albert Camus: “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion”.
#guineapigdork gets political#anarchism#fuck trump#fuck the big beautiful bill#fuck the us government#free palestine#fuck rfk jr#actually autistic#autistic and trans#trans#guineapigdork vents#fuck facists#I’m so tired
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Welp: we’re screwed.
Gonna go hide from the fireworks with my cats now 👍
#guineapigdork gets political#fireworks are loud :(#fuck ‘the big beautiful bill’#Trump can go jump off a microwave#I’m tired…
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Absolutely ice cold take that is still somehow, somewhere controversial:
People with Tourette’s deserve to be able to go to movie theatres, libraries, church and any other place where you’re expected to be quiet.
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I really wish I had known neurodivergent and mental health labels when I was younger, it would have been a lot easier.
I wasn’t ‘broken’, I was autistic.
I wasn’t ‘dumb’, I had ADHD.
I wasn’t ‘insane’, I had OCD
I wasn’t ‘unloveable’, I was depressed.
I wasn’t ’sensitive’, I was traumatized.
I’m glad we’re normalizing things.
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It’s all ‘mental health matters!’ ‘It’s ok to not be ok’
Until I ‘act’ like I have a mental health condition. Till I can’t take care of myself, till I can’t keep up appearances, till I need more support than you can give me, till it becomes inconvenient for you…
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Tomorrow marks the beginning of Disability Pride Month. This pride month I'm here for the silent sufferers. I'm here for the ones who feel intense mental anguish. I'm here for the ones who have invisible disabilities. I'm here for the ones who have physical disabilities. I'm here for the ones with high support needs. I'm here for the ones with low support needs. I'm here for the ones with trauma. I'm here for the ones whose disability isn't taken seriously. I'm here for the ones who can't work or can't get a job due to discrimination. I'm here for the ones who are constantly trying to navigate an inaccessible world. I'm here for the ones who are being forced to lose themselves due to trying to assimilate to societal norms.
I'm here for us all, and you should be too.
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“A pop can tab opener? Who needs that?”
It’s not for you.
“Why would anyone get a hairdryer holder, just use your hands to hold it.”
It’s not for you.
“Portable collapsible stools are proof of how lazy this generation is getting.”
It’s not for you.
“A chord assist for a guitar? Why don’t people just use their fingers like everyone else?”
IT’S NOT FOR YOU.
Fun fact! Not everything is about or for you!
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When they tell me to fake it till I make it but I don’t feel like faking it or making it.
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Last day of pride month, can’t believe I turn cis tomorrow 😔
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I don’t care about the government
And I really need a hug…
I’m a dumb teen boy?
I eat sticks and rocks and mud??
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