If any physical non human ever come across @tawogheadcannons1234 don’t follow them or interact with them. They are gatekeeping the therianthropy term and alterhumanity, they won’t listen to me saying Therianthropy can be a physical identity and are invalidating many peoples experience (like bat and bolt fangs non humanity) and saying physical Therianthropy isn’t therianthropy (which it is). Don’t send any hate towards them tho, just simply block them so you don’t have to go through getting your experience invalidated
Just wanted to warn you guys, also if any proshipper, comshipper, darkshipper Ect wnats to educate them you won’t be able to because they will refuse to listen to. They are in general a very toxic individual, also not to mention they look younger than 15.
(Edit: think they either blocked me or got their account banned)
why can't I feel emotions casually??? I either feel something so overwhelming that I have to fight the urge to throw up for an entire week or I feel nothing at all???
Autism does not need to come with "exceptionalism" to be accepted.
Autism does not need to come with special skills or talents to be accepted.
Playing into the narrative that autistics have something they can offer to the world, to society, in a form of a special skill in order to make autism more palatable, acceptable, helpful, essentially plays into the notion of an autistic "superpower".
We should be accepting of autism even if it doesn't come with "benefits" to society.
The silent treatment is lowkey ableist cause no why are you punishing the autistic person for missing a social cue, which is literally something they can’t control, instead of correcting them!!!!
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
Autism culture is freaking out over meeting my best friend’s girlfriend because she seems really cool and I want to be friends, but I’m really bad at making friends and I’m scared she won’t like me