#aren't hyperfixations funny like. i must think and talk about this all day everyone i know should also watch this
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#aren't hyperfixations funny like. i must think and talk about this all day everyone i know should also watch this#and then WAIT ACTUALLY having someone watch/listen etc can feel terribly vulnerable or anticlimactic#or like some of the joy of ohmygod secret new thing just for me disappears right?? bc then it's a Thing#(at least for me all of these can happen to varying degrees for different things?)#and it's just interesting to witness it with friends as well like we watched one of my friends' dnd show today#and she's so down to earth and laidback but she was definitely having conflicting emotions about it i think#and then she was like we'll watch your mafia show too im curious!! and i love her#and also yes/no/yes/no/yes yk? (probably yes HSJSHS)#please read this as lighthearted im just musing but yk#and then getting into your friends' hyperfixations also always feels a bit like intruding while also being exhilarating and fun#and idk it's just interesting to see it go back and forth and i hope im okay about it both ways#(if not please tell me dhdjdjjd)#but yeah!#again this sounds so serious it's all good dhsjshdh and i maybe seem possessive or something and no i wanna share (and by god do i GSHSHS)#you just notice your own/others' reactions and it's Something#ive now repeated myself enough times g'night i hope you're all well <3#tell me about your most recent hyperfixation or interest/fandom if you want <3
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Reblogging for my dudes.
Putting a cut here, letting you know that I'm gonna be saying something long below.
Hey, I happen to have something on the mental thing being anxiety and quite possibly depression and adhd as well as being on the spectrum, so I kinda identify there.
And while I don't have it as bad as others, I can say this.
It's hard.
It's hard with what struggle a lot of us face, to keep getting up in the morning and to keep going throughout the day without breaking down, especially on your bad days.
But we gotta one day accept that we gotta deal with this for quite a while, as for a lot of this stuff, we'll have to deal with it for the rest of our lives.
And to me?
It's not entirely a bad thing.
My anxiety and overthinking may stress me out, but it has helped me get out of trouble in terms of helping me not forget some things as I have a constant tendency to check and check again, and I'm very forgetful most of the time.
Being on the spectrum isn't necessarily a disability for some, but it depends on the person.
It depends on how you're affected by it.
For me, it's social cues and tone that I have trouble with, not getting a joke, having intense hyperfixations, odd way of thinking, tendency to get sensory overloads through sound, and my tendency to be patronizing without meaning to.
It led to quite a lot of bullying in my elementary days for being the weird kid, and it leads to me not having many friends in school now, leads to people avoiding me or talking behind my back.
It led to self esteem issues and is the main cause of why I feel like everyone secretly hates me.
But that's because of other people.
There's nothing wrong with being on the spectrum, that should been the case but it's not.
Our society deems anyone different or with different needs than them as lesser, and then calls them brave for putting up with it.
Ableism is a fact of life in most places, no matter how much we wish it wasn't.
But being on the spectrum isn't inherently a bad thing.
My out-of-the-box thinking helps with figuring out solutions that work for me in things like math and various school subjects.
My hyperfixations are things that I'm absolutely passionate about.
My ability to hear background noises and be able to tell them apart helps me be alert, and will probably help in terms of if there's ever an invader in my home.
And being the butt of the joke isn't as bad as you'd think.
Hell, look at my old hamster argument from when I first joined Tumblr!
It is kinda funny looking back, though I will say it wasn't really funny at the time at all.
And just as OP said, disability pride is about accepting this all as a part of you, something that further makes you unique and different than others.
Though, it can alienate you from everyone else depending on how you look at it.
But regardless, accepting who you are is a major step and a good thing to do.
Accepting your "flaws" and strengths as a whole.
I know that other people have it worse than me, but I speak with my experiences.
I am sympathetic and empathetic towards people who have a similar or worse situation than me, but my life still affected me in ways that aren't so good too.
I am hurting too, but I will not put my needs above anyone nor will I whine about anything.
Your needs and trauma are valid, and you must never forget that.
Please, never forget that.
You are important too.
Embracing who you are makes things easier on your mental state, and I'm stepping towards doing that myself.
Trying your best is enough.
You are enough.
And if some people say that it's not enough?
Plug your ears and walk away the best you can.
Disability pride isn’t all just being proud off “gross” stuff your body does
It’s learning to accept your mind after years of being told it was causing your pain and if you just tried harder it would go away.
It’s unlearning stereotypes and shame so you can go out in public again with mobility aids without crippling pain.
It’s accepting that taking pain medication is morally neutral and does not make you weak.
It’s being able to handle medical talk without flashbacks and panic attacks from medical trauma. (having medical trauma in no way means you cannot practice disability pride! Disability pride is just a step in helping work through medical trauma for some)
It’s looking at your body and knowing that maybe you’re body isn’t functional, or healthy, and maybe it’s not even a “good” body, but just like you, it’s trying it’s best, and that’s what matters most.
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