#My life as a neurodivergent !! Lmao

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

It feels so freaking good to finally be able to say "I'm autistic" and have the papers that prove it to back it up. I'd known since 2017 and had been wondering about autism since 2012. I had ALWAYS known that my brain worked differently than other people. And now I can say it loudly and confidently:

I am autistic✨️

[dr-whoopsie-daisy]

Got called neurodivergent to my face by a patient today. ✌️

My manager (has a child on some spectrum and is very vocal about child advocacy and resources) was helping tech up a pt (who apparently also has a child with spicy brain). So I guess they were talking about it???

But I didn't know that. So I walk in totally stoked bc this Pt's first trial of custom specialty contact lenses got them seeing 20/20, like on the first try! Bc sometimes I'm good at my job. (Moving on)

So I'm like "how are the contact lenses? :))))"

And they mcfucking respond with "I was just talking to (the manager) about you, 'I bet Dr. (me name) is neurodivergent! She's quirky" (affectionate)

And I'm like "...ahah well um they weren't super big at diagnosing things when I was a kid so I was just called weird. Or yeah, quirky *jazz hands*"

So yeah I'm not officially diagnosed as anything except something that needs an ANXIOUS reflective vest, but apparently *whatever* I am, I am *not* masking it anymore like I did as a child.

(after that we talked about introverts in highly social jobs and how I have to go home and melt in silence for a few hours after work.)

[our receptionist was offering coworkers black or white breast cancer awareness bracelets and when she walked by me, she just handed me the black bc she knows I wouldn't take white. Today I was being Known™]

[misspermitted]

“Look for the strengths in yourself” this. “Your trauma doesn’t define you or make you inherently wrong” that. Do it out of spite. Value yourself out of spite.

What? Those douchebags told you that you weren’t worth anything? Fuck them! Treat yourself like you’re worth something! Get back at those fuckers!

Those assholes conditioned you into thinking you were terrible by treating you like shit? Condition yourself back! Keep valuing yourself and doing self care over and over until you drown them out. Until they’re as stupid and small in your brain as they are in real life.

Fucking win the emotional manipulation game! Win it! Draw something shit because it makes you feel happy! What, you can’t say no to people because you’re not worth as much as them? Fuck that! Say no all the time! Treat yourself like the most important person in the universe because they would hate it!

[the-sleepless-writer]

Orpheus is honestly so real like I thought he was a little too desperate at first, but now I’m realizing that he’s so valid for taking every damn opportunity at love because OH MY GOD when I tell you how bad the guy I like has me rn like guys if he doesn’t fall in love with me I’m not going to be ok

(Ignore how badly I’m rambling in the tags I have way too much going on in my head and so I’m throwing at tumblr)

[didderd]

Hello!!! Tis I, I have a question for tic, or about tic, however you'd like to answer!

Tic disorders and tourettes seem so unheard of, like many people don't fully understand them or even know they exist. I was thinking about how Sans would probably be one of the only monsters with tourettes in the underground. How would he react to reaching the surface and meeting other humans with similar tic disorders and tourettes?

Would he feel relieved? Shocked? Happy? So curious to see 👀

Tic: Omg. All of the above. When we got to the surface, Paps did some digging for me an' found a local Tourette's and Tic Disorder community thing and suggested I sign up. Ofc I did immediately. Y'know, I hate doin' anythin' that requires effort heh, but to meet others like me? Wasn't a hard choice at all.

When I met them, it was amazing. To have people to talk to, just like me, that I can relate to on such a deep level, and to just.. see their tics. See how some of 'em were completely different than any of mine, but some of 'em were some of the exact same tics as I have. Shit drove me to tears. Only moment in my life that could compete with that one was seein' the sun for the first time, and that was still fresh in my mind. Needless to say I was emotional.

Didn't help that they were so nice too. They were so welcoming. Even seemed just as exited to have me there as I was to be there. I love those guys. My pals, every single one of 'em.

Yeah it's exhausting an' chaotic, our tics all triggering each other's, but it's so worth it. I'd do it again an' again, and I do! I still join the meets every week. Wouldn't stop goin' for the world.

[toytulini]

you know whats more annoying than dems calling vance and trump weird is all the condescending posts justifying it actually. like im a bit annoyed about "weird" being used this way but also like man if it fucking works i guess

but do i have to keep seeing daily posts exhaustively justifying how normie midwesterners use weird different or whatever the fuck man just shut up and call them weird then, stop justifying it to me

[rayvern-sheep]

I have noticed an annoying increase in ppl using “hyper-fixation” to describe something they enjoy…

Please look up what terms mean instead of just repeating them because you saw someone else use it. The context they used it in might be wrong.. It makes it hard to actually talk abt this shit when everyone severely misunderstands what the term means.

It’s not as serious as misusing the term “intrusive thought” but it’s still not great.

[millionmaggots]

my psychiatrist says i basically have ocd but in such a way that it doesnt meet the dsm5 diagnostic criteria

she was like "yea ur already on the meds we would give u for that, so there's not much point in pursuing an official diagnosis"

another ingredient in the brainsoup ig

😭👍

[ceciliathecabinwitch]

People hear you do witchcraft and they’re like “are you delusional?” and it’s like

Yeah actually but it doesn’t have anything to do with the magic thing it’s just why my mom makes me go to a psychiatrist every three months

[bravevolunteer]

1:30am. plagued by thoughts of michael and everything going on in his tiny 10-13 year old head :(

[blueish-bird]

Chainsaw Man considers the question of what would happen if a 19 year old with autism was forced to parent two semi-immortal teenagers with ADHD

[alien-insomniac-05]

Bitches be like “go get a job” or “welcome to adulthood, now suck it up” but don’t realize that jobs are underpaying hells that overwork the fuck outta you, this is especially the case for autistic people. I don’t care if “everyone’s gotta do it”, it’s still a hell lol

I don’t wanna career I just want enough money to pursue hobbies and shit meanwhile most jobs now in days won’t day you a livable wage and require 1000000000 years of experience.

“Oh you have a bachelors degree you paid 5 figures for? Too bad. Go get a specialization in something or go work in McDonald’s LOL”

[splashofspotchka]

Why does the grocery store always feel like a pvp zone

[vizthedatum]

A college essay I wrote in 2007/08 for USC (I got in)... or "The prose of a seventeen-year-old's undiagnosed neurodivergence and trauma"

Newton's First Law of Motion states that an object in motion tends to stay in motion in the same direction unless acted upon by an external force. Tell us about an external influence (a person, an event, etc.) that affected you and how it caused you to change direction.

My eyelashes stuck stubbornly shut even as I opened my eyes. Blinking rapidly, my eyes took in the stale air and teamed with tiny droplets of tears. A hammer pounded internally in my brain, even though I was not fully awake. The beats of life steadily ran through my body and a few seconds later, confidence rained over me as my mind activated when I splashed water over my face. But quite truthfully, I felt like I was going to vomit. My head was spinning from lack of sound sleep and even though I administered drug induced black outs to myself, I just couldn't seem to get over what I was feeling.

My memories have always been shaped by the scent of my mother's perfume, the aroma of my friends' hair, and the aura of the places I visit. I grew up smelling my way around throughout my life. Every time I would have to recall a memory, if I didn't know what smell that memory held, I could not remember the context of the memory at all. Some would think this would give me a slight disadvantage as it seemed like I was suffering from a slight amnesia, but that is not true at all. This trait allowed me to explore the world and lust for success.

While I began to experience the world, I soon realized it was not loveable at all. Growing up as a person of color, I discovered racism existed at the age of eight. I never understood it at the time, but as naïve as I might have been, I knew this was not the only injustice I had yet to see.  Friendship never came to me at that age either.  Time and time again, I asked myself: what did I have to offer? Nothing, it seemed like. I had no true friends and was always considered the odd child. With no one, except my parents, to share my emotions, I remained subdued at home reading books. I loved to read "The Boxcar Children", and in that wonderful series, I was inspired. In the book, the character, Violet, had wanted to take up the violin, and therefore, so did I. I knew I would continue to play for the rest of my life.

Learning piece after piece not only gave me something to work towards but it also gave me discipline. It opened up a new world for me especially when I engrossed myself in the orchestra program and violin lessons. I made new friends who had the same interests I had, and I stuck with them ever since. I realized that productively involving and applying myself was the only way I could involve myself in the world's affairs. With that thought, I went through school while being part of the music program (orchestra, choir, and band), math team, swimming, and various other sports. As interesting as all this was, I began to realize my true passion: to learn from what I experience and to teach what I learn.

By the time I reached the fourth grade, I was elated. Things had finally turned. My nickname was HP (Happy Pritika) and my voice was filled with laughter. It seemed like this would last forever. But once my life turned, it wouldn't stop. It seemed as I grew, I became more aware of what was happening around me. My view towards my family was changing and consequently, of myself.

I began to wallow in failure and lack of self-esteem. I was wilting like the beloved flowers my mother cherished with the love that was absent within my family. Who would nourish my dehydration? I studied and studied, and I ignored what reality was. I became reserved once again, though I burst later. The sociable and the depressed beings that lived within me were escaping. Let them go, I thought. I can handle it.

I couldn't. 

In my bedroom, I thought for hours: what was the meaning of life if I were destined to go through this sensation? But as though someone had lifted a veil off my face, I began to see that the world was lighter. I began to see, and I found love. Love was radiating from my ill father and my cynical mother. Love emitted from my friends, my true friends. This was life, and I reasoned that everyone makes mistakes and everyone has their problems. It is very simply put but the implications of this statement are quite complex. I wanted to stop all of that. But over and over again, I realized that life gave me reminders of this statement. Death and love, life showed me, and I became influenced. My feelings were real, and I had to face them where they truly were: within me.

[m00nj3w3l]

A rant about Mitsuba cus I'm insane

I was thinking about this while having breakfast, just to show y'all how much I space out while I eat. Anyways have this thing that I hope makes any sense and that doesn't get found by cishet men cus I'm not in the mental space to deal with possible arguing but yeah do of this rant what y'all want.

I've been thinking about the writing of the ONS girlies a lot lately, and it's bad as we of course know (aside from Shinoa but again she's going in that direction as well lately), but I specifically fixated on Mitsuba and her under developed feelings for Yuu- and I realised it was lowkey played as a male power fantasy, and idk if that's how Kagami intended it, but that's probably how cishet viewers saw it.

Of course she falls for him after she gets saved from being slashed by a vampire- and I'm not even denying that it's a flattering gesture, but it shows how men truly aren't taught to socialise with women outside of romance:"I do nice thing for woman (even if it was fucking out of necessity here cus she was about to DIE), now she must repay me with feelings for me, cus I was SO NICE AND GOOD AND-*"

Y'all see where I'm going??

For Shinoa I could see why she was a love interest. She actually spends time with Yuu, knows his character and reasons, and you know. It's actually explained. Mitsuba doesn't. I can't recall a single scene where she spends time with him alone without acting like a stereotypical tsundere and actually getting to know him, so it's really just there, to show that if you're simply "nice" to women you will PULL BITCHES LIKE CRAZY CUS THAT'S ALL IT TAKES ISN'T IT?!?!?!? *horn sounds*

*side note this also explains why some viewers are so opposed to the idea of Yuu and Mika, aside from, you know, plain old homophobia. It's because it's a default to be nice to your MALE friend, unlike with your FEMALE one. I can't see the scene where Yuu saves Mitsuba, or literally anyone else, going anywhere differently purely because Yuu IS characterised to be nice and protective, obviously. But that's not a given irl for women.

[interstellarbookofflowers]

happy points cuz i rlly feel like shit

i had brumik today (i think its a snack sold elsewhere too its like a bear shaped soft bread cookie thing filled with chocolate?)

i saw my friend! we went on a walk n we got coffee n we held hands cuz we're touchstarved besties. she showed ms a picture of a man with so much gender. yes.

my cat was being very cute when i gave her food