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Set your WIFI password to 2444666668888888, when your friend ask just tell him it’s 12345678

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Respect.

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This is for all y’all who don’t understand how terrifying these suckers are. 

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Pro-tip for Autistics

When I’m out and about and need to escape being overwhelmed with noise, light, or socializing, and the people I’m with don’t know I’m autistic, I don’t tell them that I’m heading towards a meltdown or am experiencing sensory overload.

I tell them I’m getting a migraine.

Meltdowns and migraines are, from my understanding, neurologically similar events, and for me they often go hand in hand– if I get one, it’s a signal to me that I’m likely to get the other pretty soon and need to take care of myself. The remedy is the same: removing myself from the situation and retreating to a dark, quiet room.

The difference is that NTs often don’t understand and simply dismiss sensory overload if you explain it to them as such, but nearly all of them understand what a migraine is and sympathize. 99% of the time, if I tell a NT that I have a migraine or am about to get one, they treat it as an emergency and help me get away from the source of the overload as quickly as possible. I am then free to recover in a quiet, dark place without anyone trying to invalidate my needs, forcing me to “tough it out”, or thinking that I’m rude for having to leave or to outright avoid certain events or situations in the first place.

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one tectonic plate approaching another

“so are you a top or a bottom?”

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I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (“say bye bus!”) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.

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When you’re in the middle of sobbing and you start dissociating so you’re like “okay I’m done now” and turn into an emotionless zombie

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christmas eve what about christmas adam

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At 18, everyone receive a superpower. Your childhood friend got a power-absorption, your best friends got time control, and they quickly rise into top 100 most powerful superheroes. You got a mediocre superpower, but somehow got into the top 10. Today they visit you asking how you did it.

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Parentification

“Parentification” is when a child

Is forced to become a parent

For themselves, their siblings, or their parents.

“Parentification” is

Waking up soaked with urine

From a toddler you didn’t birth. It’s

Changing them by the light of Telly Tubbies

While they whimper about their nightmares.

It’s going to school the next day,

Turning in your presentation and realizing

You forgot to do the paper.

Sometimes it’s sitting in the grocery store parking lot

Because there’s more consequences for being late to class

Than to missing it entirely.

It’s your friends learning to talk over the baby crying.

It’s your mother telling you you won’t get into college

So she gets two more years of your free childcare.

It’s you believing her.

It’s you staying.

“Parentification” is

When you tell your mother to get a job.

It’s selling paper snowflakes and giving her the dimes.

It’s telling her that you want to sleep in your own bed.

It’s when she shows you the sperm bank donation and the turkey baster,

It’s when you clean out morning sickness bile buckets.

It’s learning how to give a shot before you know long division.

It’s the way she trains you, in moments and fragments,

Her needs come first.

It’s putting her first.

“Parentification” is

When you’re at a tween birthday party

And the parent tells you, “You’re looking anorexic.

I know your mom is busy, maybe

You can come to our place for dinner?”

It’s going to your dad’s because he pays child support, your mother

Sleeping with him so he’ll fix your car.

It’s a one-night stand with a stranger you met on the Internet when you’re 14.

It’s living life in reverse.

It’s not knowing who to turn to,

Not knowing what’s normal,

Just knowing pills help (some of the time).

It’s not knowing how not to be a caretaker.

“Parentification” is moving away,

Losing everyone and everything.

It’s finding yourself and freedom

And love and life.

“Parentification” is

Your sister not coming to your wedding,

Your mother refusing to raise her glass

During toasts, only asking

Why you’re changing your name.

It’s leaning in, on the happiest day of your life,

To whisper to your soulmate, “I know

My mom is not happy. I am trying

To be okay with not being responsible

For her happiness.”

It’s only hearing from her because she

Wanted more recognition, it’s

Her asking for her wedding money back, it’s

Spending your honeymoon in tears.

“Parentification” is

Learning how to let go,

Rolling far away from that poisoned apple tree,

And hoping (praying)

You’re

Not poisoned, too.

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reblog if you’d end a date if they said they voted for trump

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Leonard Nimoy, who was not a scientist by any means but played one on TV, once ran into some real scientists from CalTech who talked to him as if he were a fellow researcher. He didn’t know what they were talking about, so whenever they asked him what he thought about their work, he just nodded and said, “You’re on the right track.” Source

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What Would A Mediocre White Man Do? (new mantra to live by!)

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The Shadow

It’s the shadow at the edge of the light.

I can see it out of the corner of my eye,

Following me.

I’ve known this shadow since I toddled

Up and down the stairs, since

I sat on the kindergarten swings with

Jelly-stained fingers.

A girl I’ve never seen again asked why I was sad,

I told her about my dad lunging forward, screaming death threats at my mother.

Then, yes, the shadow held my hand.

It followed me, I saw it as I sat

In the bathroom sink, eight years old,

Left alone and grabbing from the medicine cabinet.

I knew it wasn’t safe, yet I threw

The white tablet in my mouth.

The shadow stretched out lazy fingers

Mocking the spearmint (mis)take.

I saw it hiding under unloving lovers,

Caught in dresses that fit too tightly,

Betwixt book pages with folded corners

And in pencil-smudged freeverse receipts.

The shadow held me as I mothered my mother,

As I raised my sister, as

My father handed me his first suicide letter.

I have been a fugitive, but its searchlight found me.

Crossing state lines doesn’t change the setting sun, only the view.

Somehow it sticks to the bottom of my shoes, and yet -

If I comply, if I’m quiet, if I’m still-

It tucks me in at night.

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Nasty Women Project

You can now preorder the book I have an essay in. I discuss my experiences as a lesbian woman growing up in the south. I hope you purchase this book and learn from the experiences of others. All proceeds benefit Planned Parenthood. The Nasty Women Project: Voices from the Resistance https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06X17TQ9C/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_j9LRyb67YV1ER

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Hey guys, this is where you can find my writing now.

You can now find my work on Medium. Through this link you can also purchase The Nasty Women Project, which I have an essay in.

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Thank you, God, for bigs who calm you down when you're having a major breakdown

And thank you, @reason2live, as well