#autistic

[mayasgolem]

hi

[autiebiographical]

I've met people who seem genuinely confused as to why other people don't act exactly like them. It's like they can't grasp the fact that they aren't the default.

[anexperimentallife]

[incognitopolls]

This is asking about your opinion on your personal diagnosis status, NOT your opinion on formal/self diagnosis in general, and NOT whether you're happy to be autistic or not. Just whether you're happy to have that information on paper or not.

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[support-ponies]

hi ive been having rlly bad autistic meltdowns happening more and more frequently and i was hoping i could request pinkie pie being comforted by their friends reassuring them that meltdowns arent childish tantrums and that their feelings matter

I’m so sorry that you been going through these meltdowns, but your feelings are valid and I know how you feel, being autistic myself I also get meltdowns so I know how you feel! You will get through this. 💕

Also happy autism awareness month to you! ✨

~ Mod Faeling

[autism-affirmations]

singing in public is totally acceptable for sure

[hanniballectercoded]

Please

Words from Wishbone by Richard Siken

[bear-facets]

big bear feelings (digital, 2024)

[desultory-suggestions]

It's okay if you have trouble understanding people. Reading others is not as important as being compassionate and open to understanding them.

[ineffectualdemon]

[sweetandsavageautistic]

Does anyone else ever have that feeling where it's like....you just KNOW that you don't truly fit into a friend group? Like people say they're your friends, but no matter how many times you're told that, there's this sense of otherness that kind of just....clings onto you and keeps you from feeling fully a part of it? Anyone else?

[dimentiorulesblog]

“Anyone can be an artist, you just need practice!” Not if you have poor fine motor skill control like I do. This whole “you can do anything you put your mind to” thing, while encouraging on paper, is just a touch ableist.

[perplexingluciddreams]

When I come back home from an appointment, I feel like I have just been briefly transported to another dimension.

It is such a horrible awful sensory experience of being out in the "real world" with real other people. It reminds me of just how impaired I am. Of how my dream-selves and imagined realities only exist in my own mind, and don't reflect my level of ability at all. Wow - you would think I would have better awareness of how disabled I am, with the 19 years of experience.

And brings back all the bad memories of how I was left alone abandoned to "drown" every day, for so long - and all because I can't communicate, in the first place.

It is this strange loud bright place where nothing can be processed or understood. My brain gets stuck in thinking loops, triggered by tiny details I see and hear. While that happens, I am dragged away from what is happening around me and completely miss entire chunks of conversation.

People talk talk talk with their mouths. How do people even make those shapes and sounds with their mouths? Sitting up hurts.

Why is it so loud? My brain feels like it is on fire. I can't move. Why can't I move? I need to get out of here. They are still talking. Why won't someone notice?

That bit of floor is peeling up. People are talking. What are they saying? Why can't my eyes look over there like I want?

It is loud and hot and I can feel every bit of dust and dirt on the ground touching my feet. How do other people live in this world of sensory hell and utter overwhelm?

I want to be part of this conversation - I know I have important things to say. What if Dad forgets the important things? Panic. I can't remember what he has already said. I can't say anything, my device is over there. Oh, it is on my lap now. Why can't I say anything, still? Why can't I think in words?

Who is that? Why is he here? Think back - what did she just say as he walked in?

What is happening now? How do "normal" people keep up with how fast it all is?

I have to stay still. It is quieter now.

Oh, I have to make a choice now. I already signed "I don't know". Decisions are hard. More words from the people. I don't know what I want, but I guess I will point at the same one - I remember doing that last time. I don't know if it is what I want. I just want to be finished now.

They are still talking. It is completely nonsensical noises now, I can't even try to work out what it means. I want to leave. Is the room tilting? I can't feel where my body is.

What was that noise? Oh, I hit the door with my wheelchair. Why is it so hard to drive? Is it safe to drive, when I can't even think except "get out, get out, get out"?

And then I am suddenly back home in bed and I can't quite remember how I got here or how it all happened, or if it even happened at all. The only way I know that it did happen, is the exhaustion and the tense uneasy discomfort that my body is left with.

[drowninkystar]

the autistic urge to communicate telepathically bc im too burned out to speak

[everyonesonthespectrum]

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Zora Salazar from Epithet Erased

[les4lesbushfire]

Autistic Plushgender, Stimgender, and Unicorngender Pyro icons!

transparents from here! like or reblog if using/saving- thnx!