#autism dad

[skullslikesstuff]

Weeping. Crying. Sobbing. Tearing Up. Bleary eyed.

[thearticulateautistic-blog]

My book is FINALLY out!!

"What Did I Do Wrong?" helps you decode commonly misunderstood autistic traits at a glance, so you and the autistic person in your life can start communicating more effectively with each other right away! This book will help open your eyes to the way autistic people see, feel, and experience the world and clear up the confusion you have about your daily interactions with them. Whether you're a non-autistic parent, partner, teacher, sibling, friend, etc., or whether you're an autistic person yourself who needs the allistic people in your life to better understand you, this book is for you.

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[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[aroacedavestrider]

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

[sleepy-zayda]

This is autism dad core

[etherealspacejelly]

I'm autistic and I currently feel like shit checklist

Hi there. Are you autistic? Do you currently feel like shit and don't know why? Try this checklist to see if you can Fix The Problem!

When was the last time you used the bathroom? If you answered "I don't know" or "at least 3 hours ago", go now!

Do you need a drink? Go get one if you don't have one in front of you.

When was the last time you ate? If you haven't eaten yet today, consider eating A Meal, or perhaps A Snack. Something is better than nothing, eat whatever you feel able to!

Is there something in your immediate surroundings that is bothering you? If the light is too bright, turn it off. If there is an annoying sound, make the sound stop or reduce your ability to hear it (earplugs, headphones, etc.). If your clothes are bothering you, change them.

Is your space messy? Pick one area of your room and clean it up as best you can. Clean your whole room if you have the energy!

When was the last time you did An Activity? Scrolling on social media doesn't count. Try actively doing something fun! Play a game you like, read a book, make something, or go for a walk.

When was the last time you Spoke to a Person? Consider talking to a person you like if it has been a while.

How long has it been since you did something Special Interest related? Make some time to do that today. Infodump to a friend, have a nice long research session, look at related images or gifs, make art about it, whatever works best for you!

Try stimming actively! Put on some music and dance, spin in circles, go to the park and use the swings!

If you still feel like shit after trying all of these things, you might be tired or sick. Go to bed early and get some rest. Hopefully you will feel better tomorrow!

Hope that helps :)

[noisycowboyglitter]

Proud Dad: How My Autistic Son's Toughness Shaped My Perspective on Life

Being a dad is a badge of honor, but being the dad of a child facing challenges is a testament to unwavering love and strength. This shirt celebrates the extraordinary bond between a father and son, acknowledging the courage and resilience it takes to navigate life's complexities.

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Every child is unique, and some face challenges that test their spirit. This design honors those boys who demonstrate exceptional strength, courage, and determination. It's a symbol of pride, admiration, and support.

Whether your son is battling a physical, emotional, or developmental challenge, this shirt is a powerful statement. It's a way to show the world that you stand by your son, no matter what. It's a reminder that even in the face of adversity, love and support can conquer all.

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Being a dad to a child with autism is a unique and challenging journey. It requires immense strength, patience, and love. This platform offers a dedicated space for dads to connect, share experiences, and find support. Whether you're seeking advice, emotional support, or practical tips, you're not alone. Join our community to connect with other dads navigating the autism spectrum together. Discover resources, share stories, and find strength in shared experiences. Your journey matters, and you deserve support.

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The colors associated with autism awareness have become powerful symbols of support and understanding. While blue is the most widely recognized color, representing calmness and communication, other colors like red, yellow, and green are also used to symbolize different aspects of the autism spectrum.

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These colors collectively represent the diversity, complexity, and unique qualities of individuals with autism. By incorporating these colors into awareness campaigns, merchandise, and events, we can foster a greater understanding and acceptance of autism. Let's unite in wearing these colors to show our support for the autism community and to create a more inclusive world.

[melxhunter]

I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:

If you dropped out of school because of diagnosed (or undiagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.

[inbabylontheywept]

she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parent’s driveway. 

after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which we’d unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.

(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)

anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me. 

now, i’d seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before – it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable. 

so i said hey. 

and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like she’d been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had. 

and i said it’s okay. you can just say it. i’ll be okay.

i’m always okay. 

and she said: i’m really sorry. 

i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things don’t stop existing just because they're different. opposite really – a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.

and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on. 

so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighbor’s car. 

crunch. 

air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldn’t tell if i did anything to my car – anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle. 

i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasn’t particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.

i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done. 

then i went back to knock on my now ex’s front door. 

her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now. 

(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)

and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighbor’s car, and i need to call my dad, but my phone’s dead. could i borrow yours?

and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone.  

and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably would’ve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said

stay out here – i’ll bring you a phone.

and then he left.  

i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that he’d gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.

then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.

he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighbor’s house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.

then we left.

i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:

brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in in, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.

and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.

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the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, i’d stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. i’d take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember. 

and in my head, i’d say you, dad. 

i’m going to remember you.

[every-think-is-wrong]

You cannot feel grief for the loss of something that you never had.

You cannot wake up on a Sunday morning and grieve for the loss of £10 million because you did not win the lottery the night before. You never had it, you did not lose it.

Can you grieve for the loss of something you felt you should have had?

The moments and milestones?

The questions and conversations?

The words never spoken?

These things were never promised.

We never had them, we never lost them.

The expectation of them was ours and ours alone.

But still we grieve them.

[creachiergh]

kinger locked the fuck in with this episode. not even because of the shotgun thing or him being protective of pomni. just look at him.

[fettiowi]

The funny thing about figuring out youre neurodivergent is looking through your family and starting to notice youre definitely not the only one

[gods-favorite-autistic]

I think it’s funny how at least one of the bad guys from each season has had personal beef with Riz Gukgak

[noisycowboyglitter]

Proud Dad Autism Warrior: Celebrating the Strength and Resilience of Autism Families

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April is Autism Spectrum Awareness Month, a dedicated time to raise awareness and understanding of autism spectrum disorder (ASD). This neurodevelopmental condition affects communication, social interaction, and behavior. It's essential to recognize that autism is a spectrum, meaning individuals with ASD exhibit a wide range of symptoms and abilities.

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Finding the perfect gift for someone with autism can be challenging. It's important to choose something that caters to their specific needs and interests. Consider sensory toys, like fidget spinners or weighted blankets, to help regulate emotions. Educational and developmental toys can be beneficial for learning and skill-building. For older

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