#I’m blowing this out of proportion but I’m autistic and have to over apologize for everything

[monstrousmaws]

I’m done negative posting abt the reboot and if I hurt anyone’s feelings I’m deeply sorry. I probably shouldn’t have maintagged my frustrations and kept them among Mutuals. I have a deep love and adoration for Fraggle Rock, so seeing things that I liked get changed makes me frustrated and sad. I don’t hate anyone who likes those changes, and I wish I could like them too. I just have a devotion to older versions of shows, Fraggle Rock being one of them. I may have gotten blocked by someone I admire over my constant negativity, and I don’t blame them. (Not naming names and admittedly I don’t know exactly why I got blocked but this is my best guess)

yeah I guess this is just an apology for constantly complaining about something in the main tag where people who liked the thing could see it and feels attacked. I genuinely didn’t mean any harm, but I understand my posts were shitty.

[angelofthequeers]

Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 34

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Power's back! I lost power about an hour or two after my last update and the worst of the bushfire passed that day. Since it was just yesterday with no power, I figure I'll upload yesterday's and today's chapters together.

Chapter 33 | Chapter 35 | AO3 link

“By the power vested in me, I declare you all my slaves!”

“Well,” Rena Rouge says as the golden bubble that Malediktator is creating starts to expand above his head to terrifying proportions. “We’re screwed if that pops.”

“What’s the plan, Ladybug?” Honeybee says, unslinging her trompo. “I can –”

“No, no, don’t go charging in.” Ladybug throws a hand out to stop Honeybee in her tracks. “This’d be so much easier with Chat Noir and Carapace. I’ll have to…Lucky Charm!” A massive machine gun falls into her hands, and Rena Rouge and Honeybee’s eyes bulge.

“Well, that’s an effective Lucky Charm!” Honeybee splutters. Ladybug just snorts, detaches the laser pointer, then tosses the gun away.

“No way I’d use something like that,” she scoffs.

“Are you sure?” Rena Rouge and Honeybee say in unison, eyeing the discarded gun longingly.

“Yep,” Ladybug says. “Honeybee just needs to take the sting out of Malediktator. Rena, we’ll need you on standby to make sure that Honeybee’s secret identity is safe and that no one suspects who she is.”

Honeybee grins and flips her trompo around her fingers with the string. “Venom!” she says once she’s holding the trompo, and it starts to throb like a beating heart.

“You know, part of me wants to be annoyed that all I ever get to do is hang back and trick people,” Rena Rouge says. “Then I remember how fun it is to mess with them when they don’t know who I am. And how screwed this team would be without me.”

“Just keep telling yourself that, hon,” Honeybee tuts.

“We all know what we’re doing?” Ladybug says before they can start arguing. Rena Rouge and Honeybee nod. “Alright. Let’s go!”

While Rena Rouge ducks away to hide and Honeybee starts to edge around, Ladybug aims the laser pointer at the rooftop with Malediktator and his guards. Just as predicted, Chat Noir lets out a mew at the sight and starts to chase after the laser, and Ladybug can’t help but grin as she guides him around to knock over all the guards like bowling pins.

“What?” Malediktator gasps. Honeybee takes this as her cue to swing out with her pulsating trompo outstretched and jab it into his chest. He lets out a choked cry and freezes in place like a statue, allowing Honeybee to grab the sash and throw it to Ladybug to tear it in half. Ladybug captures and purifies the akuma, then throws the laser into the air.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The healing ladybugs deposit everyone back on the ground, and then Malediktator melts away to reveal André Bourgeois once everything’s fixed. Chat Noir and Carapace blink and shake their heads as Malediktator’s brainwashing fades away.

“Dude,” Carapace groans. “What are we doing here?”

“Missing the amazing Ladybug and Honeybee saving the city,” Ladybug grins and holds her fist out to Honeybee, whose eyes light up.

“Pound it!” she cries with Ladybug.

“I really can’t be Queen Bee again, huh?” Chloé emerges from a nearby alleyway with a wistful look on her face as she takes in the sight of Honeybee. For a moment, Ladybug has no clue what’s going on, until she looks around for the missing Rena Rouge and then remembers her instructions to her teammate.

“Sorry, Chloé,” she says, keenly aware of André and Audrey Bourgeois watching from nearby. “But Paris knows your secret identity. I can’t allow you to be Queen Bee again for the safety of you and your family.”

‘Chloé’s’ mouth droops. “I understand, Ladybug. And…I’m sorry about the mess I caused.”

Honeybee shifts on the spot at her illusion self’s words. Ladybug smiles and says, “Apology accepted, Chloé. Thank you for being brave enough to own up to your mistakes.”

“Want me to take her back to the school?” ‘Rena Rouge’ leaps down to land next to ‘Chloé’, in a mimicry of the same trick that had been pulled with the illusion Marinette earlier. “I didn’t have to use my power, so I’m not gonna time out.”

“That’d be awesome, Rena,” Ladybug says. “Thanks. Chat and I will stay here and brief with Honeybee.”

‘Rena Rouge’ scoops ‘Chloé’ up and bounds away, while André and Audrey start to bicker – or, to be more accurate, Audrey starts to tear into André while he cowers.

“Thanks for trusting me to help, Ladybug,” Honeybee says once Carapace has also leapt away. “Here, I’ll duck into this alleyway and take the Miraculous off –”

“No need,” Ladybug says. “You passed the test…Chloé.” She says Chloé’s name in a whisper that only Honeybee and Chat Noir can hear.

“The what?” Honeybee’ eyes bulge, while Chat Noir blinks and turns to look at where ‘Rena Rouge’ had disappeared with ‘Chloé’. After a moment, his face clears at the realisation.

“We test all our newbies to see if they’ll give it back when we ask,” he says. “And I’m guessing milady tested you more to make sure we could trust you with a Miraculous again.”

“Welcome to the team, Honeybee,” Ladybug smiles. “But Chat and I are responsible for you, so if you blow this second chance –”

“I won’t! I won’t!” Honeybee practically leaps ten feet in the air. “Thank you, Ladybug, thank you! See you next time!”

“Huh,” Chat Noir comments as Honeybee jumps away. “She doesn’t make a half-bad hero.”

“Pollen will be a good influence,” Ladybug says, then grimaces when her earrings beep. “Well, that’s my cue. I gotta recharge and hand out the Dragon. I think that’ll be our team for the time being, until Master Fu’s comfortable with handing out more zodiacs than just the Dragon. I know we’ve already pushed it, giving out all the working Wu Xing ones.”

“Good idea,” Chat Noir says. “Message me who gets it tonight, okay?”

“Of course, kitty,” Ladybug says. “Oh, can you drop by Chloé’s and get an email address from her so we can add her to the group chat?”

Chat Noir bows and says, “It would be my purrleasure, milady.” He takes off before Ladybug can scold him, leaving her to sigh loudly and duck into the nearest alleyway to detransform and refuel Tikki. Then she’s once again swinging through Paris, towards the small Tsurugi mansion with a sleek red car parked in front of it; although she’s never actually been to Kagami’s house, she certainly knows where it is, at least, thanks to Adrien. But she doesn’t know which room is Kagami’s, so she’s forced to take a quick peek inside each window until she finally stumbles across Kagami sitting at a desk, clearly deep in her homework. Kagami looks up at the tap on her window, and her eyes widen when she catches sight of the superhero dangling outside.

“Ladybug? Is everything alright?” Kagami says after rushing over to open the window. Ladybug slips inside and stares around at the room, marvelling at how it’s just so…Kagami. The walls and massive king bed are a deep red colour, the carpet is soft and black, the desk is made of rich, dark wood, and there are several decorations such as a Japanese flag on one wall, a few fencing trophies on a dark wooden shelf, and some photos pinned to the wall above her desk. A closer look reveals to Ladybug that these photos are of her – well, Marinette – and Adrien, cut from photoshoots and magazine articles, such as the article that had covered Marinette’s hat at the Agreste fashion show.

Oh. Wow. Kagami must really care about them…

“I know it’s not ideal, only having staged photos of them,” Kagami says as she draws level with Ladybug. “But they’re my friends, so I figure the circumstances behind the photos don’t matter.”

“Maybe you could take photos with them?” Ladybug says.

“I suppose…”

“From what I hear, you’re a very direct person. Why hesitate now?”

“It’s just…” Kagami sighs and looks away. “I’ve never had friends before. I don’t know what’s appropriate and when it’s appropriate. If I make a wrong move, how do I know I won’t lose them? Unlike fencing, I don’t get to come back for a rematch. And unlike fencing…I don’t know how to navigate this.”

“Oh.” Ladybug reaches out to rest a hand on Kagami’s arm. “Can I tell you something? I’m inexperienced when it comes to friends as well.”

“Impossible. You’re Ladybug. You’re sweet and charismatic. Me? I’m just an awkward autistic girl who only knows how to stab people.”

“You’re autistic?” Ladybug gasps. “So am I!”

“What?” Kagami’s head whips around to stare at Ladybug. “You – but you’re –”

“An awkward mess outside the mask,” Ladybug says and squeezes Kagami’s arm. “I mix my words up all the time. I melt down and flip out whenever I’m really stressed or losing control of the situation. I have to plan out what I’m going to say before I talk to people about important stuff, otherwise I turn into a blabbering mess. I have to bounce or fidget or do anything to stim because I can’t sit still. I’m clumsy. I’m obsessed with fas – uh, my special interests. I can never seem to be where I should be because I just can’t manage myself, even before I became Ladybug.”

“Oh.” Kagami tilts her head and ever so slowly reaches out to pat Ladybug on the shoulder stiffly. “You get it. I have to script my conversations as well. And…well, I don’t have meltdowns and I’m very organised, but…mostly because Mother would be extremely disappointed in me.”

“Yeah. Masking,” Ladybug says. “It’s kind of ironic, you know. I’m wearing a mask as Ladybug, but it’s the one time when I’m not masking at all. Like, I have to be the saviour of Paris, the role model for everyone…but I can also just be freely autistic because, well, who can tell me to stop fidgeting? And my main responsibility is fighting the akumas, which I don’t need to plan for in advance or work into a schedule.”

“Wow…” Kagami’s soft smile is genuine. “I can’t believe it. You really get it.”

“Yeah,” Ladybug says. “So, trust me when I say that asking your friends for photos isn’t a wrong move. And if you do mess up, you have to trust that they’ll call you out for it. That’s what friends do. But they won’t leave you because of a mistake.”

“Thank you, Ladybug,” Kagami says. “Just…thank you.” Then she squares her shoulders and slips back into business mode and says, “But why are you here? I doubt that you visited me just to give me advice.”

“You’re right,” Ladybug says. She swipes open her yo-yo and pulls out a little box. Kagami’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “We were hoping that you’d join the team and fight alongside us.”

“M-Me? I mean, it’s an honour to be offered the chance to fight alongside you, but why me?”

“Because you’re strong and terrifying with a sword,” Ladybug says. “But you also crave freedom, just like Chat. You’re kind and loyal and helpful and always do your best to do the right thing, even if you struggle to properly interact with people. And those are the qualities that make a hero. So, Kagami Tsurugi, if you’re willing, here is the Miraculous of the Dragon, which will grant you the power over the elements of the storm. You will use it for the greater good, to protect Paris and have your teammates’ backs.”

For a moment, Kagami just stares at the box. But before Ladybug can start to panic, Kagami nods and takes it and snaps it open, then gasps and shuts her eyes against the brilliant red light that pours out of it.

“Greetings, young lady, and good day to you!” says the little red dragon kwami that materialises in front of Kagami. “Fear not! I am Longg, the Dragon kwami.”

“You’re a what?” Kagami says after a moment.

“A kwa-mi,” Longg says. “Allow me to tell you about the many feats a magic being like myself will help you accomplish once the magic words have been spoken!”

“She’s more of a direct learner, Longg,” Ladybug says as Kagami slips on the beaded choker.

“Ah,” Longg says. “A woman of action. Very well, then. All you must say is, “Longg, bring the storm” and you will –”

“Longg, bring the storm!” Kagami says, and Longg is sucked into the choker in a blur as red light envelops her. Kagami’s superhero outfit turns out to be a tight, scaly, dark red suit with black shoulders and upper arms, both of them made of black scaly armour with golden trim spiralling along and down to her elbow-length red gloves with golden trim. Two gold-accented black dragons coil around her legs, with their tails fading into boots and their heads meeting and intertwining around her stomach, and a gold and red dragon’s tail flows out of the back of her suit. A circle divided into swirling thirds sits on her chest, with a little elemental symbol in each third, and she has short red dragon horns with gold and black accents sticking out of her windswept black hair, and a red mask with gold and black lightning bolts extending from the bottom. Her eyes, previously light brown, have turned to dark brown with gold sclerae.

Okay. Bad Ladybug. Stop staring. Stop it.

“I love the armour,” Ladybug says, and Kagami runs a hand over the scales on her shoulder.

“I know that the suits are magic, but I always feel safer when I’ve at least got a little armour on,” Kagami says.

“What should I call you?”

“Hmm…Ryuuko. My name is Ryuuko.”

“Well, Ryuuko…” Ladybug crosses over to the open window and smiles back at Ryuuko. “Let’s go for a little evening stroll.”

.

[10:46 pm] Honeybee has joined miraculass.

catitude: welcome to hell

catitude: i mean

catitude: nice work today thanks for saving us

[10:47 pm] Ryuuko has joined miraculass.

Ryuuko: Hello

ladyBIrd: hey

catitude: sup

Honeybee: ew who named this chat

mess w turt u get hurt: rena

what does the fox say: hey

what does the fox say: it’s a great name

ladyBIrd: …it grows on you

Honeybee: KNFLKDSMNZBXCKCLKSDHFOA;SLD

Honeybee: LADYBUG HI

what does the fox say: pfft

what does the fox say: gtfo with your keysmashing i was here first

Honeybee: fuck off

what does the fox say: wow rude

[10:49 pm] what does the fox say set Honeybee’s name to honeybeetch.

honeybeetch: omg

honeybeetch: i hate you

ladyBIrd: I think it’s kind of funny

honeybeetch: asdfghjkl of course

honeybeetch: it’s perfect

what does the fox say: lol desperate

honeybeetch: the only reason i’m not gonna fuckin deck you

honeybeetch: is bc i’ll lose my miraculous

honeybeetch: that and pollen will give me the look of disapproval

catitude: don’t you mean

mess w turt u get hurt: nO DONT

catitude: beecause?

Ryuuko: I’d like to leave, thanks

honeybeetch: where are u

honeybeetch: i’ve got venom ready n everything

catitude: :)

ladyBIrd: Chat, you’re grounded

catitude: :(

honeybeetch: wait

honeybeetch: laDYBUG IS BI

honeybeetch: AJSDHLDSKJ

what does the fox say: don’t even think about it

what does the fox say: i was here first and i have dibs

honeybeetch: actually fite me

honeybeetch: you think your illusions will do shit when i sting you

ladyBIrd: I’ve got a boyfriend, so

ladyBIrd: and there’s a girl above both of you on my list

what does the fox say: :(

honeybeetch: :(

catitude: :)

mess w turt u get hurt: istg i don’t understand why chat reacts half the time

catitude: 0:)

[10:53 pm] catitude has set Ryuuko’s name to airhead

airhead: Are you asking for death?

airhead: Because I have a sword and I’m intimately familiar with how to wield it

honeybeetch: omg i hate everyone here

honeybeetch: except lb of course

[10:56 pm] direct messages

Chat Noir: so

Chat Noir: ryuuko?

Ladybug: Kagami

Chat Noir: omg yes i love

Chat Noir: but i gotta ask

Chat Noir: why give Chloe another chance?

Chat Noir: not that i want her to fail

Ladybug: she’s proven she really does want to change

Ladybug: she even apologised to Marinette and everything

Ladybug: granted, it was an illusion by Rena

Ladybug: but she still passed the test

Chat Noir: i mean

Chat Noir: i’m glad you gave her this chance

Chat Noir: i guess i just don’t want her to let us down again

Chat Noir: especially with the miraculous

Ladybug: the Bee will be perfect for her

Ladybug: I know it

Chat Noir: true

Chat Noir: bee works best with someone with potential for growth

Chat Noir: sting for the greater good and remain warm without burning out of control and all that

Ladybug: ok, how do you remember that?

Ladybug: that was months ago

Chat Noir: i have a near-purrfect memory

Ladybug: does your autocorrect recognise all your puns?

Chat Noir: actually

Chat Noir: yeah

Chat Noir: don’t @ me

Ladybug: :)

Chat Noir: :(

Chat Noir: wait does that mean rena knows honeybee

Ladybug: it was unavoidable

Ladybug: I needed her Mirage

Chat Noir: oof

Chat Noir: thank god she doesn’t know our ids

Ladybug: haha, yeah

Ladybug: I’m gonna DM Honeybee before I sleep

Ladybug: night, kitty <3

Chat Noir: night bugaboo <3

[11:02 pm] direct messages

Ladybug: Hi, Honeybee

Honeybee: ASKJFDSL;KGLDKFG

Honeybee: HI LADYBUG

Ladybug: you don’t have to freak out

Ladybug: it’s just me

Honeybee: yeah but

Honeybee: i’m in a gc

Honeybee: with LADYBUG

Honeybee: and i’m a SUPERHERO

Honeybee: pollen’s trying to take my phone help

Ladybug: lol

Honeybee: so like

Honeybee: not that i’m ungrateful

Honeybee: but why me

Honeybee: why not marinette

Honeybee: she was right there

Honeybee: and she didn’t mess up and out herself to paris

Ladybug: for one, she told me she’s got a pretty busy schedule

Ladybug: for another

Ladybug: I guess I just remembered our conversation about your mother

Ladybug: and I knew there was potential there if I just teased it out

Ladybug: because you really have been trying, even if you slip up

Honeybee: i just

Honeybee: it’s easier to push ppl away

Honeybee: i have to tell my mother to fuck off tmrw and

Honeybee: i’m kinda losing my shit rn so

Ladybug: you can do it, Chloe

Ladybug: she’s a toxic influence

Ladybug: and she’s stunting your potential for growth

Honeybee: ik ik

Honeybee: pollen said it’s like pruning the weeds to let the flowers bloom?

Ladybug: yep

Ladybug: kwamis are pretty wise

Ladybug: Pollen will help and support you

Ladybug: and you’ve got the group chat

Ladybug: you’re not alone, Chloe

Honeybee: <3

Ladybug: <3

Honeybee: ASLKFHSDLK

[sweetandsavageautistic]

I'm Fuming Right Now

(TW: mentions of rape, emotional manipulation, swearing, mentions of suicide, depression, guilt tripping, a general wave of unbridled rage.) So I'm sitting outside an open classroom and some students are demonstrating scenarios pertaining to rape culture and I realized; that's something they need to teach us in school, but especially in social skills classes. I mean, I think I was taught it in Health class, they definitely at least told us about different methods of safe sex, but some kids might go to schools where that shit isn't taught. But this shit could be especially scary for autistics like myself. In high school, we have to go to these social skills classes and academic skills classes and some have to do vocational work. They might never learn about this shit. We never learned social skills pertaining to parties in high school. And if they don't know the signs that maybe someone who's talking to them has an alterior motive, they're gonna be traumatized, like any NT, except NTs have the chance to learn this shit. Some autistics miss out on it. I know some autistics who are highly social and yet are on the "moderately autistic" side and they would probably attend clubs and parties and dances. But they aren't gonna know how to tell if someone is thinking of taking advantage of them. In fact, the program, now that I think about it, is shit for high schoolers. My social skills classes never taught me how to respond when someone tries to flirt with you, never taught me anything more than really what I'd been learning since elementary school; unexpected and expected behavior, body language, how to respond to bullying, how to keep a conversation going, etc,. I mean, don't get me wrong. Learning that stuff is very important, but it was the same year after year after year. Even when my social skills classes became social/academic communication, that gave us even less opportunities to learn things to keep our mental health from deteriorating or to keep ourselves protected from being raped, since schools refuse to tell people to JUST NOT RAPE, like how to read if you're in an abusive relationship and how to get out of it or if a friend is being manipulative or emotionally abusive or how to know if someone is being honest or not. I didn't learn the signs of an abusive SO/friend until I was in Sociology class last semester. By that time, the damage that the girl had done was, well, done. They teach us how to keep our friendships, but not how to cut them off. They teach us about how to tell if we're invading someone's personal space, but not how to tell if someone is being clingy or controlling. They teach us how to tell basic facial expressions, but they don't teach us how to read someone's eyes, which say more than their words and face as a whole. They teach us how to be polite, but they don't teach us how to confront an abusive SO/friend. They teach us when it's okay to tell a white lie, but not when someone is trying to make us feel guilty. The message is very subtle, but it's there; they tell us that if our friends are angry at us, it's our fault because we fucked up again. They set us up to be taken advantage of. They tell us that every social mishap is our fault, simply because we're autistic. And that fills me with rage. I had an emotionally manipulative friend for about 2 years. She would put words into my mouth that I never said. Some conversations I had with her over texting ended up in tears and panic attacks on my side. She tried to keep me from a friend we shared. She kept telling me that I wasn't making any progress with my depression. If said "friend" ever finds this post: DID YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO MAKE ANY DAMN PROGRESS TOWARDS RECOVERING FROM MY DEPRESSION WHEN YOU KEPT GUILT-TRIPPING ME, TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM KT AND NEVER APOLOGIZING WHEN I HAD TOLD YOU THAT WHAT YOU HAD SAID TO ME HURT ME? I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T FEEL INCLUDED IN CONVERSATIONS EVEN WHEN I TRIED TO PARTICIPATE IN THEM AND YOU DIDN'T DO SHIT TO CHANGE THAT EVEN WHEN YOU SAID YOU WOULD. YOU PLACED IT ON MY SHOULDERS AND GAVE ME THE SUBTLE MESSAGE THAT I WASN'T TRYING HARD ENOUGH. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT ME TO TRY WHEN YOU KEPT IGNORING ME? AND YOU CALLED ME SELF-ABSORBED? LOOK WHO'S TALKING. ALL YOU CARED ABOUT IS WHETHER YOU HAD KT ALL TO YOURSELF OR NOT. YOU COMPLETELY MINIMIZED ANY PROBLEM THAT I HAD. YOU NEVER EVEN TRIED TO UNDERSTAND MY PERSPECTIVE. IT'S BECAUSE OF THE SHIT YOU PUT ME THROUGH THAT I STILL HAVE TRUST ISSUES DESPITE HAVING AN AMAZING FRIEND GROUP IN COLLEGE. WHEN YOU ASKED ME IF I HAD APPLIED TO A COLLEGE I HAD ACCEPTED TO BECAUSE KT HAD GOTTEN ACCEPTED THERE, I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T REMEMBER WHY I APPLIED AND YOU COMPLETELY DISREGARDED THAT. YOU CHERRYPICKED WHATEVER I SAID TO MAKE ME SEEM LIKE I WAS MANIPULATING YOU. YOU KEPT ACCUSING ME OF APPLYING THERE BECAUSE KT GOT ACCEPTED THERE. YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE I COULDN'T VOICE MY OWN THOUGHTS TO YOU WITHOUT YOU BLOWING THE WHOLE THING OUT OF PROPORTION WHEN THAT'S A BASIC FUCKING PART OF A FRIENDSHIP; BEING ABLE TO TALK TO THEIR FRIENDS ABOUT WHAT'S UPSETTING YOU. DID I ACTUALLY MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU AT ALL? WAS IT BECAUSE OF WHO I WAS AS A PERSON OR BECAUSE I WAS SOMEONE ELSE YOU WANTED TO CONTROL. AND NOW TO ADDRESS BOTH YOU AND KT; I DON'T CARE HOW CLOSE YOU TWO ARE. I DON'T ACCEPT BEING THE THIRD WHEEL. THE REST OF YOUR FRIENDS AREN'T THERE WHEN YOU CAN'T HANG OUT WITH EACH OTHER. NOW TO ADDRESS JUST NOT KT AGAIN; THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU. MAYBE YOU WERE GOING THROUGH SOME EMOTIONAL TROUBLES, AND I'M SORRY YOU WERE, BUT THAT WAS NEVER EVER AN EXCUSE TO MAKE ME YOUR PERSONAL VERBAL PUNCHING BAG. YOU WORSENED MY DEPRESSION. YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE ABSOLUTE SHIT. YOU PATRONIZED ME AND MADE ME FEEL WEAK, SO THAT I WOULDN'T LEAVE THE FRIENDSHIP UNTIL ENOUGH DAMAGE HAD BEEN DONE. I GAVE YOU TOO MANY SECOND CHANCES BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WOULD CHANGE, BUT CLEARLY THAT ISN'T, NOR WILL PROBABLY EVER BE THE CASE. I SHOULD'VE CUT THE "FRIENDSHIP" WITH YOU A LONG TIME AGO. If you see this and attempt to retaliate or play the victim to gain pity, you're only proving my point that you're emotionally manipulative. I hope you're happy with what you did to me. Now that that part of the rant is done with: Anyway, thanks to the shitty social skills program in high school, I never learned those signs. Yes, I've harbored anger from it. Yes, it still affects me a bit. But no, I'm not afraid to talk about it. Because there could be another autistic who is going through or will go through a similar situation. I wrote the signs down in my Sociology notebook. When I get back to my dorm, I'll post them here.