#please give me advice

[monachopsis-11]

I’m super curious what other self diagnosed, late diagnosed people thought about their meltdowns prior to discovering the autistic community. For example I remember a girl in my class missing a few days of school and when we asked about her the teacher just said she had a mental breakdown and I was like, so what? Something had happened in her family life and everyone was really worried but I could not for the life of me understand why everyone was making such a big deal about a mental breakdown, like hello- I have those every other day.

Of course I understand the difference now and have certainly experienced both but I had such a hard time understanding why everyone cared about her and not about me at the time. She missed a week of school and with how poor my mental health and accommodations were at the time I probably had four to seven meltdowns of varying intensity in that amount of time. I’d even tell friends and family that I had mental breakdowns and they were like “sure awesome go help with dinner okay?”

And of course I thought I was having some type of breakdown or psychotic episode, I was depressed, burnt out, overwhelmed, isolated, and every day I either collapsed into bed the second I got home or sat on my bedroom floor sobbing, pulling my hair, hitting myself, hitting my walls, pacing, rocking, and covering my ears.

The point of writing this is that I’d be incredibly interested in other late or self diagnosed peoples experience and thoughts with meltdowns before knowing what was really going on.

[stardew1enthusiast]

don't judge me ok i did this all with my finger

[themonkeylikecreature]

Hey, I'm writing an ace boy who is desperately trying to minmax life and make the correct choice on all things forever, I'd need some writing advice

[gutinknots]

Quick question to my fellow LGBTQIA+ people who have never come out to their parents and have decided they never will:

How do you deal with their negative attitude towards our community?

Plus the gut wrenching comments pertaining to being thankful that you’re “straight” and/or “normal.” That they didn’t “mess up.”

For me personally it hurts deeply. Even though I’m actively lying, the relief they show is nauseating.

Is there a way that you guys cope that makes it better?

Or is it something that I’m just going to have to live through?

(For extra information my parents are Christian, I’m not)

Please share some advice or a different way I can look at my situation!

Or share your story! I would love to hear them.

(Sorry if this isn’t coherent)

[posting-my-stories-here]

The Aftermath (Pt. 1)

The pain finally faded away, leaving the two figures numb and exhausted. For a moment no one moved, their muscles burning and cramped. They lay prone on the ground, waiting for the last vestiges of pain to fade away before taking on the exhausting task of getting up.

Groaning, Aahan pushed himself up, grabbing the desk for support. Legs shaking uncontrollably, he collapsed on the bench panting heavily from the exertion. Ajay imitated him, slumping down on the seat beside him. They sat there quietly, perhaps not fully registering the change before Ajay banged his fist on the desk and muttered in a low angry tone, “How could they?”

Aahan didn't respond, not that the other had expected him to. He simply laid his head down, tracing the words carved into the old wood; echoing memories of the now graduated alumni. Ajay was sitting still; too still, his hunched shoulders making him look much smaller than Aahan remembered him being.

Or perhaps that was because… Aahan didn't let his thoughts complete. He couldn't.

The sound of the bench screeching against the tiles prompted Aahan to raise his head slightly. Ajay had stood up, walking around the desk to pack his school bag quietly. Aahan followed suit, stuffing his books in a bag now unfamiliar to him. Glancing at the clock above the blackboard, he swallowed heavily. He didn’t even know what day it was or month or year or how old he was or-

Breath in. Breath out. Following the achingly familiar voice, Aahan’s breath soon leveled out, until he no longer felt the pull of a panic attack.

Sometime in between, Ajay had taken to stalking the narrow rows of benches, his fists clenched and white. Abruptly, he turned on his heel in a perfectly executed about turn. There was a wild look in his eyes; one which Aahan unfortunately recognized. Mentally preparing himself for whatever wild idea had taken root, he-

“We can get back. We just need to find a way. We can return home, Aahan.” Aahan stared at him blankly. “Ajay,” he mumbled, voice heavy with loss, “Even if we somehow do find a functioning portal- or, or build it ourselves, this world lacks magic. We- we wouldn’t be able to… to power it. To activate it. We are stuck.”

Ajay shook his head. His voice took on a more regal cadence, the one he had used to deliver speeches of progress and excellence and a bright future. “We can. Magic found us. Magic can exist in this world. We just need to search for it. And then use it to power our portal.” His speech was unadorned, lacking the flowery language he used to employ. But it still made Aahan wonder.

Could they truly find a way back?

Inspired by @charminglyantiquated post about ex magical chosen ones. (Hope you don't mind me writing on it).

[the-fruit-tea-devil]

I’m in love with my long distance friend 

My dad told me about how one of his *old* friends has a mixed race Asian son who has a lot in common with me. 

So I decided to look for him on Snapchat and say hi. I was like “hey our dads are friends”. (Let’s him call Max because  I’m in no mood to create a fake ass name and I’m anonymous so it doesn’t matter anyways.) 

We became friends pretty quick and within a few days, I offered him my number so we could text.

A week later, we started FaceTiming. It got to the point where we text nearly every day and FaceTime a few times a week. We’ve been friends for a month already. I wasn’t initially attracted to him (although I did wonder what it would be like if we ever had a relationship) 

In three weeks, it went from curiosity and wanting to get to know him better to falling for him hard. 

I told him that I liked him as more than a friend and he said he does too and thinks I’m cute. But judging from his behavior, he wants to take things slow. 

Even though we are similar in a lot of ways,(being socially awkward but affiable, similar political beliefs, zero romantic experience, etc.) we are in some ways different, in some ways even opposite. 

I’m really extra and I overthink. He is more low maintenance and wants to go with the flow. 

He does like me back but isn’t ready for relationship and is busy with work and is going through alot. The fact we live 1,200 miles away doesn’t help. 

It pains me that neither of us have the time or money to see each other. I have fallen for a lot of guys but this guy, I’ve had a connection with. For the first time, I feel a possibility of a relationship in the future. I don’t know if I will be able to find another guy who will be as suitable for me.

I just hope to god if we one day meet in person, we can hold hugs and hug. Heck, maybe even kiss. Who knows? 

[luvrgirlfanfics]

Would it be offensive for me ( a white writer ) to write a black or hispanic OC? i want to be more inclusive in my writing but i don’t know if it would be okay for me to write a black or hispanic or any other OC other than white.

[roselyn-artist]

What do you think? Please tell your opinion 🙏

[the-offical-sl-circus]

Shining under the stage lights teaser!!!

Heyyy guys, here is a teaser for my Wattpad book Shining under the stage lights, hope you enjoy!!!

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Colette stared up at Giovanni, then tried again to wriggle out of her bonds, but they held her tight. Her hands and feet were tied with rope and she was attached to the wall. He stared down at her with cold red eyes. “Open up.” He knelt down and uncorked a small glass bottle. Colette struggled harder, staring at the red liquid inside. “Open up, I said!” He forced her mouth open. She started to scream, then choked as the liquid went down. He tipped it all in then stepped back as she choked and spluttered, splashing the potion everywhere. He wrinkled his nose as some of it splattered on his black shoe. 

Colette started to feel dizzy. The world seemed to be spinning, colours flashing in front of her. Giovanni’s face was lost in a haze of red and black. She panted, suddenly out of breath. The room snapped back into focus, albeit with slightly sharper colours. Giovanni knelt down again. He had a rapt expression, staring at her. “Colette?” She blinked, then looked down at herself. She felt like she was getting rushes of adrenaline that would come and then go in waves, leaving her exhausted and breathless, then charging her back up again. She slumped sideways and Giovanni caught her. 

“Colette?” His voice was sharper now, sounding concerned. Colette shook herself slightly, forcing herself to focus. She locked eyes with him. Suddenly it was all clear to her. She could see all the way through his mind, and what she saw there… she wrenched away from his grip. The adrenaline like feeling was surging through her, it’s power almost knocking her off her feet. “LIAR!” In one swift moment she broke her bonds. She darted backwards and slouched there, panting. She stared at him. Anger raged almost as strong as the power. They clashed and surged together, making her feel like she was on the edge of the large cliff that was her mental sanity. Below her, madness stretched out into nothing. A bottomless pit. Colette refocused on Giovanni, who was still standing there gazing at her. 

Colette wasn’t sure what happened next.

Giovanni stepped forward.

His mouth moved.

And Colette toppled headfirst into insanity.

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[atrociousmagpie]

So I might've left a drink too long and it might've grown mold- anyone have any advice on his to dispose of said mold- I wanna keep the cup but the top layer or drink had mold-

[monachopsis-11]

When you’ve been so conditioned to ignore your own needs that your automatic response to being under stimulated is to sit still and not do anything, like I need to move or do something but I can’t. At least if I’m overstimulated curling up in my room where it’s quiet and calm helps but under stimulation is just impossible to fix, if anyone has advice on helping under stimulation I’d love to hear it because this sucks 😐😣

[b1t1ngatth3a1r]

i dont know what i did. he blocked me on discord and tiktok. i tried playstation chat, its my last option. i dont know what happened. what did i do. i need him, i dont know what to do without him, i cant, i dont know what to do

[adharastarlight]

How do I tell my philosophy teacher that I actually did spend hours revising, that I sacrificed sleep and the rest of my mental sanity to revise? How do I casually inform her that I'm hanging on by a thread that consists solely of fanfiction and taylor swift, and that coffee is my only source of energy? And how do I tell her that this is me trying? All without breaking down????

[bloodielavender]

YEP IM JUST A SELFISH LIL FUCK WHO SHOULD KILL THEMSELVES THANKS FOR REMINDING ME

[arolotl-queen]

I have a group chat with a bunch of my friends and we've been wanting to add this other friend (I'll call him Red) but he doesn't have an apple phone and the chat is on messages. We've been meaning to move the groupchat to whatsapp but I've generally been pretty against it because I don't like Red very much (basically he's pretty transphobic and he says he's not homophobic but he's said some not great stuff). For a reason that I'm not entirely sure of the chat got moved to whatsapp and he got added. While creating the group chat the person who made it accidently forgot to add a another friend of mine who is non binary (I'll call them Green). While another friend was referring to them (after they were added to the chat) Red correct her use of 'them', saying it was 'grammatically incorrect'. I told him to shut up and he then went on a rant about how my grammar was incorrect as well.

The situation is largely getting handled but I was wandering if anyone had any advice on how to deal with Red in the future and if there is anyway I can help/comfort Green.

[katie-with-the-tea]

Ok, I'm heading to the desert (AZ) for a work thing soon. What do I, a person who lives in the Midwest and just got dumped on with a foot and a half of snow and has been living in thermal layers and sweatshirts for 4 months, pack?

What the hell do I pack??

Highs in the upper 60s and low 70s, lows in the 40s, but it's the desert.