#troubles with fine motor skills

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

honestly, dyspraxia would explain a lot. why i randomly fall and trip when there is literally nothing to fall or trip on. time blindness (that could just be the adhd, but you never know). why i hate driving with a burning passion and only do it because america is stupid about public transit. and also why autocorrect must save me and why i don't type with my thumbs and probably why my handwriting looks the way it does. and i can't catch things except when all the physics aligns and-- wait, did i have difficulty learning how to ride a bike? does this explain my dance issues?

was i just masking YET ANOTHER DISABILITY? HOW MANY DISABILITIES IN A TRENCH COAT AM I? AND HOW DID I NOT PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER UNTIL LITERALLY THIS WEEK?

and just so you don't beat me to it:

[pansydyke]

wait kids are supposed to learn to tie their shoes in kindergarten. I don’t think I “learned” until at least second grade and I still did it wrong

[foxyfexyll]

why i have to get sick when i have infinity drawing ideas in my head And the motivation to make them i’m like man. why must hand shakey

[dandyshucks]

worlds shittiest doodle but I'm about to sleep and had to doodle this goof I thought of earlier

adhd+low frustration tolerance 🤝 autistic+adhd

🤝 = bad at doing up buttons

[some-other-number]

I've been thinking about how frustrating it is having a coordination disorder but it being completely invisible because I avoid most things that it affects

[deadliestpieceontheboard]

Abby's House

Based on all descriptions from TFC to TSC, here we have the two-cars-driveway one-storey-tall Fox-HQ/home of our dear Abby Winfield.

I had to reroute what I had first imagined to fit both a realistic floor plan for the early 2000s and descriptions, but I really like the end result.

Close to the front door is the kitchen, and from its door one can easily slip down to the hallway to the bedrooms, as Andrew does in Neil's first visit.

They all eat in the kitchen itself, and the table can fit all the monsters plus Abby and Wymack, so I guess they had to squeeze in an extra chair for Neil.

There is a separate TV room where they watch the Thanksgiving parade, and I also added a sunken sitting room and an office.

The piano in the sitting room is from this HC I have that Abby and Wymack get Kevin one for Christmas so he can get a new hobby (and justify to himself that it'll help his fine motors skills he still has trouble with from the injury). In the office, the couch is a pull-out so more people can be housed if necessary.

The private area is fairly simple: the guest bedroom has enough space to fit extra mattresses on the floor, and the bathroom is one door down the left from Abby's bedroom, just as Jean notes in TSC.

Abby's room is where Jean stays in, since he notes jewellery sitting on the dresser. It also has a TV and an extra chair where his visitors sit, and the side tables lay low (or maybe Jean is just too tall). While he was there, Abby covered the window with a thick blanket.

[bunnelbaby]

There are many reasons a regressor, dreamer, caregiver or flip may rely on diapers, such as:

✨ Incontinence, or the inability to control one’s bladder or rectum

✨ Menstrual cycles, as diapers are much more comfortable/less dysphoric compared to using pads or tampons

✨ Impaired mobility, which effects one’s fine motor and gross motor skills

✨ During recovery following a surgery, as not to put too much strain on their bodies

✨ Various medical conditions and disabilities where wearing them might be much more convenient

✨ Stress or anxiety

✨ Having a tendency of wetting the bed

✨ Nightmares

✨ Purely for comfort reasons, as they can provide a sense of security for the wearer

✨ To help one slip into their headspace or prevent any accidents when regressing, as they may have bathroom troubles in their regressed state

✨ Regardless of the reason, there’s no shame or harm in wearing diapers so long as you are comfortable above all else.

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

“people only say i’m low support needs / high functioning autistic because i can speak 🙃” often followed by this is why functioning labels are BS or support needs labels are bad or why they are actually high support needs they just internalize it (while being able to perform bADLs and some iADLs independently on typical day, able to keep own safety, etc).

while able to verbally speak is not the only way to have significant support needs or be low functioning, being nonverbal not required to be high support needs (and also some nonverbal ppl aren’t high support needs),

being nonverbal or nonspeaking or minimally verbal is a significant thing that requires a lot of help, and it often doesn’t exist alone. as in, the people who say the quote above don’t realize nonverbal people are not “just like them but just can’t speak.”

being nonverbal/nonspeaking/minimally speaking/unreliably speaking (unreliable as in apraxia not as in lose speech) by itself is a thing that need significant attention to because need give extra! additional! support to gain functional communication. for most (if not all!) nonverbal nonspeaking people, functional communication is not guaranteed, it doesn’t develop naturally like most speaking people, either because of skills barrier, or external barrier like lack of resources, or both.

so, being nonverbal alone needs often intensive and long term intervention like speech therapy and AAC. even if you do everything right, give the most up to date affirming therapy, learning any AAC takes time, whether high tech or low tech. and they almost always require external help to reach their full communicative potential.

being able to functionally communicate (speech/sign/AAC, etc, but society put most emphasis on speech so you will have easier time if can speak) is such a fundamental part of our lives, it is severely limiting when you don’t have access to it. it inherently puts you at a disadvantage.

but being nonverbal often don’t exist alone.

being nonverbal means you have trouble with expressive language. sometimes that expressive language trouble is just you can’t speak.

but more often, there is more. like trouble communicating with more than one word at a time / multi word phrases / short broken sentences. or have small or basic vocabulary. difficulty remembering words. cannot grasp basic or complex grammar. have trouble find words. etc.

others may have extremely limited expressive language in all areas, even if you give them the best AAC and instructions, give them picture cards and photos, give them pen and paper, etc. yes, there are nonverbal people who may not be able to ever learn most or any form of AAC for it to be functional or reliable.

many nonverbal people may also have receptive language issues and have trouble understanding language. they may not understand the question being asked or the instructions given to them. they may only learn to read picture books with simple sentences, or not learn to read at all.

or, they also have intellectual disability, which affect everything not just language. they may be nonverbal because of their ID. they may struggle with everything above, and have trouble with problem solving, have trouble understand cause and consequence (not just rewards/punishment), difficulty remembering things, developmental delay, etc.

or, they have global apraxia (full body apraxia), or severe dyspraxia, which means they have trouble coordinate movements. they may have trouble dressing themselves, feeding themselves, physically follow directions, fine motor, gross motor, drooling, etc.

i have heard nonverbal people w severe full body apraxia describe it as a brain-body disconnect, their body have mind of its own. their mouth make noises they don’t want to make and cannot control, their body point to “yes” for a question when they mean “no” (so you can see how this impacts AAC use, yes?), their body running around when they just want to be still, etc.

it gets even tricky because! many of our understanding of intelligence and IQ tests require good enough motor skill. they assume that the way you act is the way you are internally. they assume you pointing to “no” when being asked “is the sky blue” if you genuinely not understand color, the sky, or language, not that your body pointed to the wrong thing.

many people w ID have poor motor skills. but many people w severe apraxia don’t have ID.

and this is just things i’ve seen in nonverbal autistic people. there are so many nonverbal people who are nonverbal because of brain damage, genetic disorders, and so on.

not to mention that being nonverbal and not having access to functional communication—not able to communicate what you want, don’t want, boundaries, socialize, etc. is a frustrating experience to say the least. having someone speak over you, make every decision for you, assume you can’t understand (whether you can or not), not even bother speaking to you, talking about you in front of you, etc. and when nothing else works, and you are frustrated and in overload, you meltdown, you “act out” to try to regain control or get others to listen to you, or you act out bc “other people say these things about me that’s not true so i might as well make it true.” then you get labeled with having behavior issues!

so yes, while it’s ignorant for people to dismiss speaking autistics just because they can speak, which is an issue that needs to be addressed, the way many low support needs speaking autistic talk about it is also ignorant.

[little-snuggle-bug]

Regressor Johnny Cade moodboard + headcannons

I tried to make these as time period accurate as I could! Jonny has always been a huge comfort character to me but my love for him has been re-awoken by rereading the book after getting my own copy :)

This boys age varies so much due to his upbringing. He goes from infant to only a few years younger than he actually was.

His regression is almost never voluntary. There are moments when he does regress on purpose ,but those are few and far between.

The boys definitely know. Johnny never really told them, but they’ve witnessed it and understand that Johnny “just acts like a little kid sometimes” and that’s just how it is.

They realized what was going on after Johnny got jumped he regressed very soon after the gang found him. He told them what happened , then was fully baby regressed.

The gang got a lot more protective of him when they realized he went into a mindset of a kid. ( if that’s even possible)

They watch after him a lot when he’s regressed to. Although he does have favorites at certain ages…. Don’t tell them that though.

Johnny only really sinks fully into baby regression if his friends are around.Because if they’re all there then if anything happens he knows they’ll take care of him.

He’s on edge at most older ages, the skittish prey animal behavior does not go away. He’s very easily spooked and sent into a panic.

Due to his trauma, he hides alot. The concealed spaces bring alot of comfort to him, because he hid from his parents alot.

The boys cannot raise their voices too high around him when he’s young. It absolutely terrifies him and makes him run and hide, and it takes the gang forever to find him after he’s hidden.

He’s a sensitive soul, the boys always have to explain things gently to him.

“No, johnny cake, you’re not in trouble you just can’t run down the stairs like that. You’ll get hurt.”

Johnny doesn’t have much agere gear. At first he only had a scuffed old puppy dog that his maternal grandmother had made him as a baby, however soon after the boys discovered how his regression affected him they got him more stuff. It’s all kept at the Curtis home though.

Dally and two-bit shoplifted alot of his baby stuff. Dally watched his attempt to self soothe by sucking his thumb after he was jumped, and decided he’d get Johnny anything he needed to comfort himself when he was like this. So Johnny has accumulated quite a few pacifiers, rattles and bottles from Dallas alone. The things Two-bit steals for him are more fun small toys,crayons, etc.

The Curtis boys had quite a few old things from their childhoods that they haven’t gotten rid of yet, so alot of it went to Johnny.

Darry mostly just makes sure Johnny is fed. He does pick Johnny up from time to time, and Johnny adores it.

Soda-pop and Two-bit play with Johnny when he’s older and more energetic . Theyre the type of guys to rough house with a little kid by picking them up and swinging them around.

Ponyboy reads alot to Johnny and tells him stories. And he’s alot better with playing pretend than the others are.

Steve is more like a bit of an attack dog if he’s hanging around Johnny he’s got no clue what to do except make sure he doesn’t get hurt.

Dally however is shockingly gentle with Johnny. He’s still the same old Dallas Winston to everyone else but when Johnny is small he’s a bit more calm.

Johnny is never alone if the others know he’s small, he doesn’t tell them but they just kinda know.

When he regresses his fine motor skills go out the window. This boy is staggering around like a newborn fawn.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 3

Danny would guess they'd gone about 20 miles by the time he'd stopped. They were well within Siren Territory by then, not that that was any comfort, considering the source of most of the trouble in the last six months, but distance was distance. Thankfully, none of his usual enemies bothered to rear their heads, likely licking their wounds from their last encounters.

In a tiny cave blocked off by kelp and coral, Danny leaned back against a wall and caught his breath. Damian had been silent for most of the swim, which was a small blessing. It let Danny think; think about what happens next. The tiny siren loosened himself from Danny's arms, and did a few cursory flaps of his fins.

"Where have you been taking me?" Damian mumbled.

"Around. Can't exactly double back to Amity right now." He hoped Bruce Wayne was an accepting man. He'd adopted kids from all manner of backrounds, but that didn''t help the same nagging uncertainty that plagued him whenever he thought about his own parents. If he'd just doomed Damian to a life without his father, he didn't know if he could live with himself.

Damian floated to the other side of the cave, his eyes on Danny the whole time, arms crossed in a scowling expression.

"And then?"

"I don't know. I give you back to your dad? I wasn't exactly planning out every step earlier."

"Then what were you thinking?" Damian's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Do you suggest I return to the public, to school looking like this? I can hardly breathe over water, let alone walk."

"I don't know! I just..." Danny poked his finger webbing. "I've been doing this for six months. And the whole time, even if it was hard and painful, I never lost someone. No one ever, well." Danny swallowed thickly.

Damian huffed. "You are a poor excuse of a hero."

"I failed you, there's no denying it. I was too late, and I let you drown. I'm sorry. There was no other way, I swear."

Danny looked up to Damian again, but the smaller boy looked away, his expression unreadable. "Take me back."

Yeah, that wasp probably the best he could do for Damian now. Bruce Wayne was probably having the mother of all freakouts, and if Damian never wanted to see Danny again, then that was fine. He was sure the world's richest man would be able to accommodate Damian's needs just fine. Rich people were weird like that.

It took some begrudging glares, but Damian at least allowed Danny to take his hand and use his much better swimming skills, but Damian didn't look very happy about it. Then again, today was probably the worst day in the kid's life.

They were approaching the island at rapid pace, its lustrous palm trees swaying in the distance, a promise of stability, and safety at last.

Motors hummed in the water. Danny's blood froze. Immediately he submerged and ducked near the sea floor.

"What is this delay for? Let me see." Damian pushed against Danny's hand, but the older boy kept firm.

"Patrol boats. Dozens of them. And they're all on high alert. And they've got Fenton tech. Shit."

"Can't you swim past them?"

Danny sputtered. What was this kid thinking? He wasn't some god of the sea! "I can't fight thirty boats by myself! They're gonna skewer us both!"

"What about your camouflage?"

"That would've worked a couple months ago, but these guys have got Fenton Sonars."

Damian did a double take. "The Fentons? You mean the town crackpots?"

Ouch, his parents were a little obsessed, but they definitely weren't crazy. Not anymore. "The town siren hunters. And yeah maybe Jack's not great at hunting, but their inventions work. I've got a scar or two to prove it."

"My father is on that island." Damian growled. "You have to do something."

"But it's not your dad on those boats, is it?" Danny furrowed his brow. "Those guys don't see you as human, or even sentient. They think you're another monster to be studied."

"No thanks to you." Damian challenged.

Danny growled back. "I was saving you! And now you wanna be un-saved?"

They glared into each other's eyes. Danny should really feel bad about squaring up to this literal child, but man was he difficult not to get annoyed at. Deep breaths, Danny, deep breaths. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined.

Damian glared at Phantom, the supposed siren superhero of Amity Park. He wanted to scream, to yell and to cut something open, preferably Phantom, if he weren't his only ticket home, and if only he had his weapons on him.

Such a loss of composure would be beneath him, so he remained stubbornly defiant.

As much as he wished for it not to be the case, Phantom was in all likelihood correct. This horrid, horrid body was new to him. Dozens, no, hundreds of foreign sensations flared from every part of his person, each impulse sending his body wobbling in new, unexpected directions. He would never get through the blockade on his own, which killed half of his initial plans. These blasted sonars killed the other half.

Damian grit his teeth. "Fine." He said, despite the embarrassment welling up at having to admit defeat. "But this conversation is not over."

"I bet." Phantom said, the infuriating cur.

By Damian's estimates, it should have been around midnight when Phantom stopped. They took refuge underneath a larger cave, filled with sparse furniture, a rug and some tables, with dark green curtains over the entrance. Small glowing jellyfish provided faint light. It seemed like the hopelessly domestic scene Jonathan would enjoy.

Damian slithered (He didn't crawl or shuffle. He was too dignified) into the corner of the cave, where he assumed a defensive position and poured all his seething hatred into glaring at Phantom.

"Welcome to Casa de Phantom! Or at least one of them. I've got a couple hideouts here and there. I'd say 'make yourself at home,' but I guess you beat me to the punch." Phantom said with a laugh. How dare he!

Damian hissed. "Tt. I am taking advantage of the opportunity for respite while taking necessary precaution against a rogue element."

"A rogue element? I don't know if you're serious or just pulling my tailfin."

"Do not test me, Phantom."

"Right. Look, I'm gonna go get us some food, so just stay put or something or other. I won't be long and then we can talk about where we go next. Oh, and don't touch anything!"

Damian growled at him again for good measure. Phantom exited the cave in short order, leaving Damian with ample opportunity for investigation. He wouldn't be a Robin if he didn't seize this opportunity.

Damian uncoiled himself and pulled his body along the soft sand. The grains tickled and pricked at his scales. The tables held a number of different gadgets and tools. Human clothes like t-shirts, a few vests and belts were scattered around. The bench held various strange devices, like a glowing blue lipstick, and a thermos of all things. Damian knocked on the thermos, the clanging sound confirming it was hollow. The most incriminating detail of all, however, was the distinctive F logo branded onto the side of each and every device.

How does a siren with no legs acquire so many inventions from siren hunters? He supposes they really are better siren hunting inventors than proper fighters. It was a miracle Jack Fenton hadn't drowned by now, considering how he conducted himself in a fight.

The thermos was lightweight, its metal settling gently against his webbed hands. Videos of Phantom's exploits have been scarce, and grainy, showing very few useable details. Various buttons and lights adorned the thermos, showing it was no ordinary soup holder.

Damian popped the cap off. The thermos' interior contained a circular mechanism of some kind. "What in the world?" Surely this could not be a weapon. The cylindrical design and lack of handholds would have made it too unwieldy. The kickback from any shot would throw off the wielder's aim every time. As Damian peered and tried to get a closer look, his finger slipped on one of the buttons. Blast.

The thermos whined. Its interior glowed blindingly bright. Before Damian could react, a blue beam engulfed his body. Damian felt his body warp and compress into a tiny space, before his vision went dark.

Damian awoke, vision blurry and head pounding. Phantom's smug face floated above him.

"And that's why I told you not to touch anything."

Damian shook off the grogginess and sat up, almost colliding with Phantom's face. "What manner of trap was that? Were you attempting to disfigure me once again for your sick pleasure?! En garde!"

Damian was no good swimmer in this form, but it was easy to launch himself off the floor and into Phantom. Phantom, for his part, didn't sit idly like the last time. He raised his arm and blocked off Damian's access to his neck, a shame, but that did not stop Damian sinking his teeth into Phantom's flesh.

That is, if he could actually penetrate his skin.

Damian blinked in shock. Sirens were supposed to have razor sharp teeth. He'd seen those fangs in Phantom's own mouth. He should be drawing blood right now, but as he was he was barely denting Phantom's scales.

Phantom laughed, as if it just tickled. "Dude, I literally let you out of the thermos. It's not a 'trAP to diSFiguRe yOu fOR mY sIcK PleaSuRe,' it's just a containment device for sirens. Also can you stop that please, it tickles."

Damian flung himself off of Phantom's arm, retreating back into his corner. "How have I not drawn blood?! This is madness!" Damian sucked in breaths through his gills, an endlessly foreign and vulnerating sensation. "The only useful thing about this body was supposed to be its natural offensive capabilities, yet it is unable to achieve even that!"

"Siren kids just have blunter claws and teeth. Youngblood's the same."

"Do not call me a child!"

"Your claws will grow in over time, it's just the nature of things."

"You say that as if you will not return me to my true human form."

Phantom shifted uncomfortably.

Damian pressed. "Well?"

"Yeah about that..."

"Do not tell me you have no way to reverse it!"

Phantom's look of guilt sealed it. Damian's heart sank. Goodbye Robin, goodbye previous life. All his hard work and sacrifice for naught. Phantom had saved him from death by drowning, but suddenly Damian felt as if he were better off dead anyway.

Tears built up. What was happening to him? He hadn't cried since he was five years old, a show of weakness that grandfather had beaten out of him. Then again, he was really one year old back then, artificially grown to a competent age.

"H-hey, d-don't cry or anything, I was just-"

"I am not crying!" Damian shouted. He turned away from Phantom and stuffed his face into his tail, praying somehow the tears would go away on their own. He was Damian Wayne, son of Batman and daughter of Talia Al Ghul, there was no such thing as crying for him, none at all. There had been nothing, absolutely nothing he had been unable to overcome. He was going to overcome this, no matter what. These things he knew.

Why had this feeling not abated?

There had to be a solution, there just had to be. There had to be some kind of surgery that could split his tail into legs again. No that was absurd, what kind of quack surgeon can completely alter someone's species? Perhaps magic instead? Normally he hated the involvement of magic, but if it was the only way. Perhaps Zatara could assist, or he could pawn something off to that Constantine. But nothing ever good happened from associating with that man. Or maybe Aquaman would have a solution, someone well versed in oceanic magic, except Aquaman's claim of being king of the ocean was doubtful considering the siren attacks that lead him and Father to this forsaken resort town in the first place. What if... What if....

Damian felt lightheaded.

A weight pressed on Damian's body. Warm scales against his own, their individual texture segmented, but smooth, like a kind of weighted blanket. A hand laid on his shoulder. Damian remembered where he was, remembered to perform the mental exercises Father had taught him.

Slowly, his breathing evened out. His fins steadied into a gentle lull. Damian's eyelids felt heavy. His chest vibrated in a strange rhythm he couldn't place...

Suddenly the weight disappeared, and Damian blinked himself awake. Phantom retreated a sociable distance away, looking sheepish.

"Sorry, about touching you without your consent, I just saw you were hyperventilating, and I remembered a few classes about this stuff, and I watched that film too, Puss in Boots 2, it was great and-"

"Do sirens watch human media often?" Damian said. He gripped his tail, something solid to keep him anchored.

Phantom seemed to freeze for a moment. "Uhm well, maybe they do! just because we're sirens doesn't mean we're uncultured!"

Damian would have loved to pick this information apart, scan it for weaknesses until he knew this person in and out, but at this moment, he simply sat and let it settle underneath the shame of expressing similar, or even more weakness.

"Speak of this to anyone, and I will have your head."

"Yeah that would be a dick move, so if I ever did that, feel free to take it."

[ghostiguro]

shamwow ref sheet, finally!!!!! :D

figuring out how to draw them was tough, still ironing out their design a bit, but overall i'm happy with how it looks. :3

you know what time it is-- ramble that no one asked for, aw yeahhh.

firstly, when designing them i for sure knew i wanted their design to be fuzzy & inspired by a tarantula; i know they're supposed to be a jumping spider but.. don't care, fuzzy spider supremacy. also tarantulas have weirdly adorable paws?? i love it.

their eye colour is supposed to be somewhere between red & violet; they look a bit more pink than i intended, so i'll probably adjust that as time goes by.

final thing i wanna add about their design specifically; because they are the eldest sibling, & it's insinuated that they absolutely merced all the other gods, i wanted their design to stand out more & be a little more fancy to show their status. i want to eventually add more details cuz i feel like i could make it look way cooler, but this is good for now. :3

it's made clear in the game that the bishops relied on the crowns to work around their disabilities, so when shamura is indoctrinated into the cult, they struggle a LOT with their head injury. their symptoms including, but not limited to; memory loss, poor facial recognition, visual trouble, brain fog, migraines, loss of fine motor skills, lack of balance & coordination, vertigo, struggles with vocabulary (stutters, can't find words, or sometimes makes up their own words), they often repeat things that don't really have much meaning, hand tremors, hallucinations, etc. they start out really bad, & their injury would be far worse if it weren't for the fact that they're a god & the crown prevented the injury from being as bad as it could have been. their siblings are all very patient with them, & the lamb assigns them a buddy as they begin to recover & are able to move around the cult grounds more. they eventually get to a point where they're able to function, still with moderate memory loss & brain fog, as well as migraines & hand tremors, but it takes them a *long* time to get to that point.

in their free time, they used to enjoy sewing & reading, but due to their injury, they struggle a lot with it which frustrates them to no end. they later get glasses to help with their vision so they can read, & learn how to knit & crochet, as sewing is a bit hard when your hands are constantly shaking & you're holding a tiny needle & thread.

later on in their recovery, they start helping out around the cult, doing a little bit of everything; they help the lamb with everyday duties when they can, usually small errands like delivering & retrieving items (they write them a little note in case they get lost along the way; shamura holds onto many of these notes, & have a basket in their room filled with notes they've collected over time); they help leshy in the farm/garden, heket in the kitchen when she's chefing it up, & kallamar in the healing bay, & occasionally keeps him company while he paints or crafts things. eventually, shamura & narinder are able to repair their relationship-- i haven't figured out what exactly narinder's tasks & hobbies are yet but they would keep him company & help when they can, too.

ok this is getting long so i'm gonna leave it here for now. :3

now i just have to finish the lamb & goat, & then all the rest of the characters & cult members... hoo boy.

[frances-baby-houseman]

Joe's teacher texted me this morning to ask if I had time this week for a phone call and I obviously immediately panicked and I replied sure, is everything ok and she said yes he's a great kid this is just a check in!

And that was so nice of her to say and I fully did not fall for it and spent the next two hours (I obviously scheduled the call at the first available time slot) certain that I had failed Joe in some fundamental way

but it was true! She just was calling to check in after about a month of school! She said he's very sweet and a good friend but very reserved and had we noticed him being shy? and YES he is VERY reserved! He's such a goofball it's hard to believe but when he is in new situations he is VERY cautious, plus I think he's embarrassed a little bit bc he still doesn't know a lot of his classmates' names, and the second language is also a little confusing to him. But that's ok!! he is super enthusiastic to go to school so this is just his little nature!

We also talked about his fine motor skills (per my earlier post!) and some things we could do to help work on that (but she also noted it's already improving.) And she commented that he is frequently making up little songs or clapping on the beat to himself and we should give him music lessons bc he's musical and also that would help with his fine motor. OK!! What a nice thing to hear!

Anyway my anxiety about always being in trouble is my own thing but she is a wonderful teacher who is such a pro. I feel so lucky for BOTH of the kindergarten teachers that we've had!

[honeyhalcyon]

🍯 Regressuary 2024 Prompt List

Notes: I made a list of prompts for Regressuary this year! These are free to use though, it doesn't necessarily have to be for Regressuary. Anyone who wants some inspiration can use them :] Under the read more as it's kind of long!

[Image Description: a pink box with darker pink edges on the upper left and lower right corners; the text in the middle reads "sfw interaction only please" and there is a drawing of a simplified yellow bee in the lower left corner /End ID]

Character A is regressing at home when Character B unexpectedly comes over. Does B already know about A’s regression, or are they unaware?

An attempt at a fun sleepover results in a tantrum over something.

It's Characters A’s birthday, but they're nervous about the date for some reason. Character B helps them regress so they can enjoy their birthday.

Character A has been fussy lately and can't seem to calm down enough for their nap. How does Character B help them settle down?

Character A decides it's time to play dress up and convinces all their friends to play as well.

Character A is feeling ill so Character B makes them their favorite comfort food.

Character A wants to go swimming with their friends!

Character A and Character B are sibbies; one likes cats and the other likes dogs more.

Character A and Character B are up to some mischief while Character C’s back is turned.

While at the store, Character A tells Characters B to hold their hand so they don't get lost.

Character A struggles a bit with fine motor skills when regressed. Character B surprises them with a new pair of velcro shoes.

While playing, Character A trips and falls. Character B watches nervously to see how A reacts.

Character A wakes up feeling small, and Character B takes them out for fun activities all day.

Character A and Character B watch a movie together, but it unexpectedly causes one of them to regress.

Character A and Character B are attempting to complete a puzzle, but are starting to get frustrated. Does Character C help them or let them figure it out on their own?

Character A refuses to take a nap and begins to feel rather grumpy. How does Character B soothe them?

It's a stormy day and Character A wants to go out and play in the rain!

Character A receives some new gear as a gift.

Character A is hesitant to try a new food, but Character B tries to make it more appealing.

Character A didn't have many toys as a child; Character B surprises them with a toy A has always wanted.

Character A tries to do something on their own, insisting they're a big kid. Does this end well or in disaster?

It's early in the morning and Character A is bored; they decide to wake up Character B.

Character A is sick but doesn't want to take their medicine. How does Character B navigate this?

Character A wants to have a movie night with all their friends!

Character A goes on an adventure, but ends up getting lost. How do they find their way back home?

Character A enjoys early morning cartoons and their favorite breakfast.

Character A has a very active imagination and convinces their friends to play out an elaborate story they've made up.

Character A is upset about something but Character B can't figure out what it is. How does B help them feel better?

Character A bakes some cookies, and Character B is having trouble being patient while waiting for them to cool down.

Also, I used this generator to get inspiration for some of these prompts!

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[dykevanny]

Consider for me vanessa having trouble with fine motor skills w her hands bc of the . The thumbscrews

[taldigi]

Mona in back 2 inaba…he’s so cuteeeeeeee and him being a kid makes like 100% sense. he is so little kid coded i love him and I love you for making him such a cutie patootie

thank you!! I love writing and exploring his character! He's got the intelligence to match the other PTs but a severe immaturity- and a large amount of that is just cause.. YEAH! he is just a kid!

What really resonated is that there is a scene ingame where Morgana and Joker are talking, and you can respond in a way that has Morgana be like: "Yeah, but I'd be the older brother" and that charmed me a lot! (And thats really reflected in simester 3 where he's taller than Ren! and he kind of looks like him too! of COURSE he'd fashion his ideal self the way he does!!)

But he's not magically perfect. Now, Mona has to learn to hold things with his new hands, how to take care of himself all over again- to learn to communicate with others or wear clothes! Simultaneously balancing his new freedom as a human and lack of freedom from loosing his cat-self.

Momo's so used to being responsible, but how can he be when he's so frustrated because he can't hold a cup very well? When he has to deal with new emotions and consequences for actions? AND he has to rely on Ren more than ever.

"Being a human is hard!" Morgana howled, his fists balled up tight and pressed firmly to his eyes. He had managed to curl up tight against the wall, shrinking away from his fallen bowl as if it had been filled with poison.

"It's only instant ramen, see- the bowl didn't even break." Ren attempted to soothe, kneeling down to gently scoop the spilled meal back into the bowl- but he was only met with a fitful quiet as Morgana huffled and hiccuped to himself. So, he cleaned in silence, turning over the outburst in his head as he went. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but closed it soon after- finding his words- his thoughts, slightly too scrambled to articulate. Morgana knew he wasn't in trouble, right? Ren knew his fine motor skills had been warped after he had changed. An overwhelming loss, considering that it had been Morgana who had been the craftiest of the group, most skilled with their hands... Paws? Being a human is hard, huh? Well, he could certainly agree with that. "You can't be magically good at everything, you know." The words came slowly, Ren being careful not to fall into his 'leader' cadence as he spoke. "I know, but..." Morgana hesitated, then emitted a shuddering breath, "You make it seem effortless." Ren cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" "Being.." Morgana shifted, making a gesture vaguely at where the mess had been previously. His expression fell again, "It's.. a lot. It was way easier when all I had to do was make sure you ate and woke up on time." Ren hummed, shifting his position to sit next to the cat-turned-boy, easing his back against the wall with a sigh. His thoughts swam, recalling the many many times he had failed and their results- such as him sprawled out on the floor of the attic after overexerting himself, every time he had tried that damn burger challenge and gotten sick after- or that time he had torn the hell out of his favorite shirt by climbing over the school gate.. and all just to visit Haru on the rooftop while he was supposed to be dead. (Heck, he even failed at that, if you consider it.) "I just... feel stupid," Morgana broke him from his thoughts, "I feel stupid, and awkward, and angry.. frustrated. Wrong." "I think that's normal- to feel that way..." He furrowed his brow, head tilting down to hide his expression behind the glare of his glasses, "I've failed a lot. You will too- and you will, a lot. For the rest of your life." Morgana emitted a displeased grunt. "But those failures all add up, bit by bit, and soon they'll become lived experience. That's part of being human- the big, scary part. Making mistakes. Living with them. Learning from them... learning not to fear them." "Sheesh Joker," A short laugh, and Morgana leaned heavily onto Ren's lap, tears leaving dots on his jeans, "When did you get so smart?" Ren lowered his arm and placed his hand on Morgana's head- gently petting the soft hair. "After I failed to kill god." "We." Morgana corrected, muffled. "S'right. We." Ren paused, pulling a grin, "Then we went on to to kill him twice. Then going on to beat up Dr. Maruki- who was essentially God 2 in a fistfight. You know, usual teenager milestones."

His pat turned rough, mussing up Morgana's hair, "Anyway. Food? Do you wanna remake your ramen?" "Can't" Morgana frowned. "That was the last shrimp one." "How about Aiyas, then?" Ren asked, feeling better as Morgana's expression lifted, "It's been a while, and Kumanda-san just paid me." "I think I'd like that."

[mandana-the-service-pup]

Hey guys, GATA mask is having a sale! #notsponsored

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All masks are $10 and come with 10 disposable filters. This is the mask I have used exclusively for the past few years. It’s super comfortable silicone you can hand wash, boil or put in the dishwasher and then change the disposable filter as often as you feel comfortable. The bridge of the nose keeps your glasses from fogging up and it’s pretty comfortable. It comes in several colors and two sizes plus a child’s size (I wear an adult small).

Here are the downsides to this mask that I can think of:

- Changing the filter can be a little tricky and requires fine motor skills. If you have trouble with fine hand work it might not be possible to change the filter yourself and ensure it’s properly fitted.

- It can collect a lot of condensation inside if you are wearing it for hours or in really hot/humid environments. It’s not a problem for me (quick trips and appointments) but its not practical for Hubbins who works hard all day.

- Depending on your nose shape/size the tip of it might press against the plastic insert which holds the disposable filter in place. Its not uncomfortable for me but I’ve seen people just cut a piece out of the plastic insert and they feel better.

I love this mask. I keep one clipped onto my doggy bag at all times and I highly recommend the brand name version when they are on sale like this!