#autistic harry potter

[very-gay-poet]

This was supposed to be about my fanfic and what themes I wanted to portray but I may have ranted a little lmao (this was written by someone who is late diagnosed)

the only kids at Hogwarts that are diagnosed as neurodivergent/disabled are those who were raised/have close ties to the muggle world so there's tons of kids who just don't know that there's people like them and they aren't a freak/stupid/weird/lazy their brains just operate differently.

Ron having dyslexia but not knowing it/ being undiagnosed while Hermione and Harry are diagnosed with their respective neurodivergence, used to show the difference on how a child who is undiagnosed views themselves and the importance of diagnosing your child if you suspect/ reminding children that they're allowed to talk about things they struggle with and that they should be treated with seriousness when they open up about it, and it not being seen as a "downside", a "weakness" as well as not being seen as a "super power" or that you're "special" (while that can be encouraging to younger kids it needs to be reminded that their disability can disable them and they're not wrong/a burden for asking for help/assistance and shouldn't be expected to never have bad days especially with people with chronic illness where mobility aids are involved and being interchangeable for some people (needing a wheelchair one day but a cane the next). The message being; you are allowed to have some sort of aid, you are allowed to ask for help help, and you sure as hell shouldn't apologize for simply existing in another's space. You are allowed to be there like anyone else.)

[solosolace]

A quick blurb Into chapter one

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the space around him. What had he done to deserve all of this? There was no way this would last; the Dursley never wanted him, so why would Sirius? Sure, he was his godfather, but that didn't mean he would be able to handle all of Harry's weird, freakish quirks. His old teachers couldn't handle it, and they only had to deal with him for a few hours every day.

Harry groaned and fell back on the bed. This wasn't doing any good. Complaining and thinking like this, he should be grateful not to be in that place anymore. That Dumbledore finally decided he wouldn't have to live with them. Harry sighed and rubbed his face. Why was he like this?

[incorrect-transpirings]

Regulus: [doing anxious things with his hands]

James: [getting visibly flustered]

Regulus: ???? are you having Gay Thoughts about my anxiety stims???

James: ….. maybe

[a-great-tragedy]

We always talk about how James thinks he is too much and Regulus thinks he’s not enough, but may I propose the opposite? James, who is constantly living for others, afraid that he isn’t good enough for them so he burns himself out trying to be energetic and positive, while there’s Regulus, who is afraid that talking about his emotions and feelings too much will scare people away and will make them realize how different he really is from the rest of them, so he shuts himself out.

Regulus has a fear of being too much, that’s why he is so closed off. James is afraid of not being enough, that’s why he puts himself out there

[fafodill]

I like imagining Severus as a student, so utterly focused on his academics. His bad skin, the way other perceived him, his family... he couldn't control.

But potions he could. There was something comforting about having a recipe and being able to try and retry and redo and test and discover. Something so exciting. The first time he found a way - by himself - to make a potion more potent had been so exhilarating.

Finally he had something. His thing. Something that felt right, that belonged to him.

Sure making potion could be dangerous but it still felt safer than people. Ingredients were friends, whispering secrets to him if he listened close enough. -----

I worked on this drawing for a long time. The second one was my first attempt and even though I liked the colors I wasn't happy with it. I let it rest and finally decided to redraw him altogether.

[seastarconstellation]

They are all Boomers and don't you forget it

[inkyarcturus]

I HAVE CREATED SUSTENANCE TO FEED Y’ALL- and tumblrs getting it first since tiktok is algorithm based and will kill me for posting so late-

[azrakaban]

Overwhelmed - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theo's overwhelmed, and you're the only person who can 'fix' that

Theos POV for now, yours later!

Theodore Nott had a lot on his mind. Homework, friendships and pretty much everything under the sun seemed to have it out for him, which sucked ass. 

As he picked up his bag, wincing at the texture of his clothes rubbing against him, Theo left the library. It feltl ike walking out of a bubble and into a whirpool, and everything felt like it was swirling around him. Sounds hit him in a rush, a gaggle of girls laughing, the Weasley twins sniggering at their latest victim.. and then an angry Mattheo storming towards him. 

"Theo, dude, what the fuck? Why weren't you at practice?" Mattheo looked mad, and Theo felt a horrible sensation in his gut. He'd missed practice studying. The library was a sanctuary for him, he'd needed the break, but hadn't remembered the consequences for his hour and a half of peace. 

"I'm sorry. Lost track of time." Theo replied, avoiding eye contact with his best friend. He wasn't sure when him and Mattheo had become friends, he had just seemed to appear beside Theo like a mosquito and never leave. Before him, Theo had had problems making friends. Then Mattheo made Theo his 'problem'. And suddenly Theo had friends, kaboom. 

Finally daring to look up at his friend, Theo immediately lookied away again. Mattheo wasn't angry anymore, just disappointed. Somehow that was worse. 

"I get it. Just could you maybe.. turn up next time? It means a lot to me, I don't want Potter beating us his first year as captain." Mattheo shuddered. 

"It's your first year as captain too." Theo said pointedly. 

"I know, and I need my other beater on the pitch, kay? Be there next time." Mattheo clapped him on the shoulder, making Theo wince, and kept walking. 

Theo sighed, walking on towards Slytherin common room, catching Blaise at the door. 

"Hey man, Mattheo's looking for you." Blaise said absent mindedly,tapping shoulder and walking past him with his nose buried in a book Luna had given him on Nargles. Theo winced at the touch again, mumbling a thank you as he got inside.

The touch. Practice. Laughing. It was getting in his brain, swirling around his thoughts, pricking him with tiny needles, he kept walking, he got touched again, and now a girl was asking if he wanted to go to hogsmeade and he was looking at her blankly and saying no, and it was all too much and then he was moving faster, getting up into his dormitory where it was safe and calm and-

"Hey Teddy!"

Your POV

Your boyfriend was stood in the doorway, staring at you like a deer in headlights as you laid on his bed. He made a noise almost like a whimper before he dropped his bag, strode over to you and lay his head down in your lap, his face crumpling. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp in just the right way. You lay there like that with him for a while, waiting for him to speak, if he wanted to, your jeans slowly getting wetter, but you didn't mind.

"Too much." He finally whispered, eyes closed. You withdrew your fingers, worried you'd pushed him too far. He shook his head, putting your hand back in place. "Not you. Never you. Everything else." He whispered. 

"okay bubs." You whispered back to him. "Can I touch you?" You murmured, not wanting to upset him. He thought for a moment and then nodded. You leaned down and placed a small kiss on his temple. He looked at you blankly. "That was a kiss." He said flatly.  

"Yes. Was it okay?" You asked him, not forcing him to make eye contact. He pondered it.

"Yes." He sighed, lying in your lap. 

"Y/N, I'm sorry you have to put up with this. I wonder if there's a spell to make my head not like this, not all fuzzy and confused and tangled-" You gently placed a finger on his lips. 

"Theo, I like you like this. If you want to ifnd a spell for you, then that's okay, I'll help you, but don't change because you feel guilty. Okay? The right people love you anyway. I do. Okay bubba?" You kissed his temple again, and Theo frowned. 

"I hate autism." He folded his arms. You shook your head. 

"I think you hate feeling overwhelmed, not being autistic." You said softly. 

Theo nodded. "Theo, it makes no difference to how much I love you, but I think it's aweosme how you can sit down for hours and just focus in on something, whether it be a textbook or a doodle you started in class that you want to develop. Okay? I love you, silly." You smiled. 

Theo looked up at you and nodded. That would be all you got for the rest of the evening, but you didn't mind. He was still your Theo, and you wouldn't have him any other way.

A/N: Did I decide not to mention that Theo was autistic at the start of the fic? Yes. Did you feel angry or betrayed when you found out he was? If you're secretly or not so secretly thinking yes, then I hope you take a good long look in a mirror before your decide to keep reading my fics. If autistic people make you uncomfrotable for an undescernable reason, then I hope you re-evaluate your morals. 

A/N: THE HAPPIER AUTHOR NOTE! Happy day one of FICTOBER u guys! This is probs the longest thing I'll write for it, but we'll see. love you all, thanks for reading! 

[birdieardley]

I do believe in autistic Regulus Black, and he's doing mutism because of his abusive family. He's struggling to talk, especially with small talk, and he's masking very well.

I also believe that if he did not grow up with his abusive family he would have been the biggest yapper ever and would so not care about social and allistic norms.

Unfortunately he did not, so now he's learning that it's okay to be autistic.

[cookihearts]

[solosolace]

Disabled Harry Potter

I was reading a few fics with harry being Autistic/disabled in some way or another, and it as it often does, reminded me that I'm mentally disabled as well.

So I was wondering if I should write that my harry in the fic I'm writing is disabled in some way, a lot of him is based on me and so he was at the very least autistic coded with signs of PTSD and mild depression and Anxiety so perhaps I should do a couple scenes of him going to healers and it taking forever to get tested and diagnosed, did for me anyway, unless its different in the UK and it doesn't take as long.

Maybe of him being treated and it taking a years to get the right treatment (I'm still trying to find a good mix and it's been years since I diagnosed) of course my harry also is also a werewolf and has a limp from his attack, which causes random pains (happens to my joints all the time when I'm cold)

In other words I want to write the disability's I have onto harry and use myself and other people with similar issues as reference. But I'm unsure if people will like it since so many people without disabilities have written them and sometimes write them wrong turnin others away from stories like this.

[a-great-tragedy]

I love the Jegulus dynamic in muggle aus because though their magic is gone, Regulus’s inability to have a normal conversation with anyone isn’t.

Like, James will try to flirt with him at a party and Regulus will say something like “alright, well um I’m gonna go talk to my friends now.. bye?” And walk away as fast as he can.

[starsandmoonys]

James: You're on thin ice.

Regulus: I'm on the floor.

James: It's a metaphor.

Regulus: It's a carpet.

[star-liit]

Regulus I write down my brother's appointments because god knows he won't remember them Black Sirius I dilute my mother's perfume because the smell overwhelms my brother Black Regulus I pretend I want to hold my brother's hand because he's too proud to admit he can't stop fidgeting Black Sirius I coach my brother to recognise social cues Black Regulus I learned through painstaking observation that my hypocrite brother lacks tact Black Sirius I sleep in t-shirts because my brother overheats in his long sleeves at night and gets overstimulated by sudden temperature changes Black Regulus I learned not to take offence to being interrupted mid-sentence at a very young age for some reason Black Sirius I wear the same jacket even in the height of summer because my brother likes the texture Black Regulus I proofread my brother's homework for careless errors and resent the fact he can knock out a brilliant essay without a lick of formal research Black Sirius I can't stick to a schedule to save my life, but I know exactly what time my brother will want an excuse to leave the dinner table to start his night routine Black Regulus I got really good at patching up minor wounds as a child because my brother took approximately eight stupid risks a day Black Sirius I have to remind my brother to take regular study breaks or he'll sit in the same position for six hours and whine about his neck hurting later Black Regulus I once had to start over five times when I tried to draw my brother as an adult because he couldn't decide what he wanted to be when he grew up Black Sirius my brother is neurodivergent, is that coming across Black Regulus and what the fuck are you Black Sirius I kept my brother's room organised exactly as he liked it long after he died because I know how much it mattered to him Black

[punkeropercyjackson]

The Hades games hiring an english VA for Zagreus was actually based because it makes people who say Harry Potter is the british version of Percy Jackson looking like even more asses.You've heard of read another book,now get ready for play another game(that isn't blood libel propaganda)

[coolbeansnico]

Did I post this here? I don't think I have

Anyways I saw this meme and thought it was so scorbus lmao love them

This is my first time drawing them so I hope you guys like it!!