#autistic intrusive thoughts

[lonely-lovely-lemons]

Yes, I am a 19 year old and I made Grimace oatmeal for lunch because for some reason I still want to eat colors… how I made it??

Two words: Mashed Blueberries.

It is yummers…

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[martha-autie]

I'm upset with tiktok. Particularly the mental health aspect of tiktok. It's so inaccurate most of the time but people act like it's not. You shouldn't take mental advice from tiktok. Tiktok is partially responsible for setting back the public's perception of OCD, we were gaining traction in helping people understand that intrusive thoughts don't make us, killers, creeps, or dangerous.

Now we've got tiktok people telling everyone that intrusive thoughts are about wanting to eat too much candy, or poke a Llama in the face because it's so cute. No those are just thoughts, normal thoughts, impulsive thoughts.

They are likely not ego dystonic. They likely do not clash with your sense of self, you most likely do not have a negative or anxious reaction to these thoughts. Intrusive thoughts are unwanted, scary, distressing thoughts that pop into your mind randomly and you don't want them.

People with ocd can't control their thoughts, but now we have people calling OCD people and people with other conditions monsters because they have real intrusive thoughts that follow a common theme, hurting others, doing something bad or perverted. Or something you don't want to do, it can even be thoughts about joining another religion or secretly being a sexuality and not knowing it.

Intrusive thoughts can be anything, but they are always unpleasant and unwanted, they are considered to be ego dystonic meaning they do not go along with a person's sense of self.

When I was younger I would have thoughts about pushing people into the street and them getting run over by cars, I hated those thoughts. I didn't want them, those were intrusive thoughts. Tiktok has harmed OCD acceptance and imagine what it's going to do to Autism, which I also have, if people keep taking advice from tiktok. Please don't take tiktok advice

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Relaxing is freaking hard. It’s hard to turn off survival mode when you chronically feel safe.

Autistic Quaila

[hell-hospital]

everybody wanna "help and support" traumatized folks, until the traumatized person starts acting traumatized .-.

[flowercrowngods]

The click of the Zippo opening and closing is almost hypnotic, lulling Steve into that familiar satisfaction of just the right noise at just the right frequency as he watches Robin’s wrist flicking the lighter open and closed, her arms stretched above her like she’s trying to touch the ceiling. Steve’s hands are gently swaying next to hers, in the nonexistent breeze of his bedroom.

It’s one of their weird private moments; where they get to have everything being just right that would get them questioning and judgemental glances from everyone else. The tingling sensation in their arms as the blood flows down and away from their hands, leaving them heavy and floaty in a way that never fails to ground them. But there’s also a safety to this moment, a security that they just get to have this without judgment.

Just the flick of the lighter and not a word spoken for over half an hour now.

Sometimes Robin laments, How am I supposed to ever find a girlfriend when this is my version of quality time? This is just weird. I’m weird.

Maybe, but it’s fun, Steve had said once, staring at the veins in his hands while a large water bottle was balancing on his forehead.

She had sighed and snatched the water bottle from his face to plant it on hers, admitting, It is fun.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s like…” Robin interrupts their silence, the Zippo never faltering, Steve’s eyes still fixed on it like all the answers to the questions of the universe lie somewhere in the peeling black foil.

“Hm?”

“Like, a point?”

“A point?” Steve asks, still following the lighter with his eyes, even as Robin stops flicking it open and closed and starts playing with the spark wheel and stone. There’s no flame yet, though, and it looks like she’s just stroking it almost reverently.

“Yeah, like a reason that we’re still, like, doing things.”

Steve frowns, lowering one of his arms to feel the blood flowing back into his hand, the sensation warm and familiar. Like a reminder. There’s blood in your body. You’re alive.

Is there a point, though?

“No,” he says eventually.

“No?”

“No. I don’t think there’s one. We just are. Not like we can stop.”

“Well, we could,” she says, and in one second there’s nothing, just words hanging in the air. The next, there’s a flame coming from the lighter as Robin presses hard and fast enough on the spark wheel. It stays there, the little flame.

We could.

Steve says nothing, just watches the flame as the blood gets drained from his right arm once more.

“Sometimes I wanna burn down your house. And your car, too. I watch you die in there sometimes.”

“Huh?”

“Your car. Sometimes it’s just; there’s these thoughts. Or, like, scenarios, and they’re super duper real in my head, and I have to remind myself they’re not. Just makes me wanna drench it all in gasoline and just… boom.”

“Boom,” Steve says, and it’s not the reaction that he should be giving, not the reaction of a sane person — but then, sane people don’t play with their lighters in bed or listen to their best friend’s arsonist tendencies. Sane people don’t see what Steve Harrington see, they don’t do what he does. What he had to do. When what he should have done was fail some tests, drink some beers and kiss some girls.

Is there a point?

“I promise when I get a new car, I’m gonna burn this one with you, yeah?”

“Deal,” Robin says, and the little flame dies. The steady click is back, and Steve smiles a little.

“And the house.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The clicking stops, and before he knows it, Robin’s body is wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest.

“I think that makes for a good point, though,” she says eventually, and Steve perks up.

“Cuddles?”

“You.”

“Me? Isn’t that a little stupid? And scary? Like, choosing a person to be the point in general.”

She shrugs against him, reaching up to hold his hand and link their fingers in the air above them.

“Maybe, but I think most points are either stupid or scary. It’s why people talk about it so often without ever, like, really saying something. I think you can be my stupid, scary point, Steve Harrington.”

Swaying their linked hands gently above them, Steve smiles. “Then I think that makes you my stupid, scary point, Robin Buckley.”

“Deal,” she says again, and there’s less of a threat about it this time.

[occaisonalshitposts]

[drowntowns]

Dear transautistics,

I hope your “dysphoria” gets horrible and you have to get off of social media <3 go fuck yourself <3

[cyber-therian]

building up the courage to wear my “please dont touch me” and “please ask before you touch me” pins to school tomorrow. theyre pinned on my backpack straps so theyll face whoever is interacting with me…

cw intrusive thoughts , assault

…however i have reoccurring intrusive thoughts that someone will take the pins as a challenge and in return touch or assault me. and im horrified about it. i take public transport twice a day and have extreme fear of people, mainly strangers, men, and outgoing folks in general.

can i maybe get some encouragement or kind words or anything? /nf of course

[titan-god-helios]

the autistic urge to perfectly categorise every single aspect of my identity is back and im now researching ocd at midnight and wondering if im faking it to be quirky tm or if this is a real and valid thing i might be experiencing (from what ive looked at so far it's likely that i have it but i feel like it just looks as if im diagnosis shopping from the outside, especially because ive already self dxxed with autism and adhd albeit with quite literally months of research so i know theyre valid diagnoses but imposter syndrome and hhhhhhh) that being said, if y'all have any resources and good research things//articles etc PLEASEEE reblog with em or link in the comments tyty

[ghostfacetheballfondler]

you can't destigmatize mental illness by playing into respectability politics

[funfetti-art]

Ed is just way too stressed out all the time

[smile-files]

just a kind word for all of you lovely folks out there: if you say the r-slur or you don't call out your friends for saying it then i hate your guts :)

[awetistic-things]

I am autistic and my parents always taught me to grit my teeth and bare with discomfort in order for me to present as normal. I'm in my 20s and I have to learn simple things like if it is too loud and I can't control the volume leave. If a shirt isn't comfortable right now take it off and pick a different one. Any tips for me?

as someone who’s also learning to stop masking and listen to what my body is telling me, my best advice would be to do or at least listen to the first thing that comes to mind. by this i mean “impulsive thoughts,” because these thoughts are sometimes (not always!) just autistic traits bursting at the seams (echolalia, stimming, etc)

for example, if i think (like u said) “this shirt is itchy and uncomfortable,” then take it off, or “this situation is really overwhelming,” then try to leave it (if you can, or at least isolate yourself somewhere until you can leave)

masking is really just about suppressing what our body and mind needs from us in that moment to be not only ourselves, but mentally well (stimming is a good example)

so giving into these “urges” to take care of yourself is what i’ve been trying lately

it’s been hard to separate the intrusive, dangerous thoughts from the more positive, healthy ones. so i think the listening part is really important. just hear yourself out and what you need or want to feel comfortable in your skin and soul

(my dm’s are open, if u want to talk! /gen)

[verypup]

hiii does anyone else with sensory issues + ocd sometimes have intrusive "sensations" where u recall ur least favorite sensations?? ive been having that a lot lately and its distressing :( im just curious abt how common that is

[avenuequeer]

my brain and my mind feel different

like,

my brain is the one who gives me intrusive thoughts, my brain is the one who does numbers and logic and memory

but my mind is my creativity and my emotion

somehow though neither are really me.

[explorationsoftheid]

Why Are You So Quiet?

I’ve learned through sad experience

Encounters over the years

To play my cards close to my vest

Or people will think I’m weird

For thoughts will come unbidden

They just pop into my head

Some I think are funny

Others fill me with dread

Things I want to say

For I think they might amuse

But I’ve learned to keep quiet

Because sharing is when I lose

Other thoughts may be frightening

Quick flashes that makes my skin crawl

It’s not that I want or like those things

So I certanly won’t tell you all

So just know that when I’m quiet

It’s not because I am dumb

It’s because I am thinking

Multiple scenarios I do run

For you it’s a conversation

A few minutes of idle chat

For me it is a minefield

Where I have to weigh both this and that

What would be acceptable

What would deeply offend

The rules are vague and shifting

About what message I should send

I am often so derailed

By pondering these intrusive thoughts

That when I do want to speak

The moment has been lost

So often I say nothing

You think I’m shy or aloof

But the real reason is quite simple

You couldn’t handle the truth