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my tangles

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i want a classic tangle so bad the textured ones are good but a smooth one.. oh how i want to feel that

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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

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Even though I’m a girl, my autism is more stereotypically boylike. I have boylike interests, hate socializing, and can’t mask for shit. I sort of have a hypothesis that there isn’t actually a difference in boy autism and girl autism and that it’s only social norms that affect how the symptoms show up.