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Ready to hear one of the most autistic moments in my life that will forever be burned into my brain?

Several years ago, before I was ever diagnosed, I was at a club with some friends. Since I don’t dance, I stayed at the bar watching their purses while they danced. This woman walks up to me and the conversation goes something like this.

Woman: What are you drinking?

Me: Water. (Because that is what was currently in my glass)

Woman: You don’t drink?

Me: I do. (Because I do drink, I was just having water at the time)

Awkward silence.

Woman: Okay.

And she walks away.

It wasn’t until I was telling my friends about it later, that they informed me that she was trying to buy me a drink. Woman, wherever you are, I am so sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude or blow you off, I was just answering your questions honestly.

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I’m feeling social today. For the first time in forever. So I decided to look up how to converse with people to make friends.

Thanks Google, but I know how a conversation works. But wtf do I talk about?!

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do other employed autistic people have advice for how to COPE with the fact that:

I have a job 8 hours a day that I am not interested in but pays the bills and provides essential health care and basically keeps me alive

Those 8 hours a day are gone and leave me too exhausted to engage in literally anything I find passion and interest in (aka. my hyperfixations)

So I am left with the choice to either A) slack off at work to focus on what I love (valid, good option, except that indulging myself even a little bit in this regard makes me RABID to quit entirely because how DARE anything come between me and my interests), or B) just Ignore My Needs.

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"Yeah but were you like born a boy or a girl?"

I was born against my wishes and have spent the past 30 years figuring out how to make everyone else regret it more than I do. Next question.

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Sometimes I forget I’m autistic.

More accurately, I forget autism is considered a disability that needs accommodations. Even something as simple as wearing earplugs at work instead of being overwhelmed with the noise.

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✨ audacity ✨

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Don't give up on me

I want you to know this isn't me

There's a thing in my head

It cuts me off from people

It makes me lose interest in hobbies

It hurts me.

I know I seem off

And I am

But I'll be back soon enough

Just don't give up on me yet my love,

I bet of you.

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Can’t call it Jackass unfortunately

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I wonder if part of the reason so many gen x/millennials have time blindness with the early 2000s ('2007 was three years ago', etc) is because major moments from our childhood/young adulthood haven't resolved?

We're still venerating everything tied to 9/11

We're still in Afghanistan, still in Iraq

There's soldiers who are gonna get sent to Afghanistan that weren't even alive in 2001 for gods sake

We're all still in the Great Recession, we all are in a financial arrested development and won't get out of debt for years, if not our entire lives for some of us

We were the first generation of kids dying in school shootings, and nothing has changed there for our own children

On one level, the things around my life at 15 are the same things still in my life now as an adult

And the real kicker is, no one in charge seems to think these things are problems so they don't even get discussed much less addressed

We're just going to be in forever wars, and drowning in debt if we survive school

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I don't know what I am

For the past 4ish years I've identified as non-binary. I know it's an umbrella term and I fall under it, but it's never felt quite right. I don't know if I'm gender fluid, genderflux, or demiflux. It's extremely frustrating trying to figure out who I am. Any help/advice/friendship would be appreciated.

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*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*

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tbpdfw you don’t angry split on your fp, but you sad split.. like when they’re busy and can’t talk to you or are away you don’t get angry at them and hate them you just get sad kinda like a dog who sees his human leave but when they message you back you jump up and you’re not sad anymore!!!

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“Some people enter your life in a whirlwind and no matter how hard you try you can’t stop thinking about them, even after they leave��especially after they leave.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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reblog/like this if you either:

are a useless lesbian

love a useless lesbian

support useless lesbians

are a dragon

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me, going from actively suicidal back to passively suicidal again: well, glad that’s over