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Nepeta Serket with Cards, Cats, Knives, and Florescent things for anon

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Boombox

for @missmonsoon (neon, green, glowsticks)

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[junebug-dot-com]

Me for a solid 10 minutes yesterday because of all the attention I got on my previous post

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🧪 - Don't even ask me what this is about, beacause the answer is a 20 chapters long fic that I haven't even written

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Actually? Ask me about it, these two have been plaging my mind for the past month

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An ooey gooey sweet stimboard for the two Paws Off! Electronic Diary bull terriers (no number)!

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[dragonairstim]

glow in the dark trans stimboard

for @transmascfurby​

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https://noonlight-stims.tumblr.com/post/190466367196/

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https://batstims.tumblr.com/post/163181375097

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https://redtaffystim.tumblr.com/post/184081118167/

https://noonlight-stims.tumblr.com/post/619321808822370304/

https://sloime.tumblr.com/post/139144957055/

https://stimmyvillainarchive.tumblr.com/post/174414314083/

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[glittertimes]

Alrighty I'm still struggling to figure out if I'm neurodivergent, I stopped using the term for myself bc I started thinking that all my struggles with social situations and just being in public in general lol were all trauma symptoms.

PTSD doesn't really count as neurodivergency, but I have so many other experiences that make me question whether I'm autistic or not? (We're ruling out ADHD due to a pretty traumatic ADHD evaluation I had lol)

1.) I've always stimmed! There was a family at my parent's church who had an autistic son (we'll call him kyle) and when kyle would stim and make noises his mom would go "quiet hands kyle!"

And my sister thought it was funny to say "quiet hands kyle!" whenever I would stim.

(An important aside: His mom ran a program for neurodiverse kids *on the second floor, and many kids used wheelchairs!* And I hated her! I thought she was condescending and should stay far away from neurodiverse kids bc she made me feel awful several times as a kid.

She wanted her kids to be able to participate in the same activities as the neurotypical kids, and they met on the second floor, but that meant that she could essentially police all the other kids (mainly me and my friends lol) and remember how I have issues with authority? 😆

I think it was an idea with good intentions, but the building and social enviornments of that church, were not built to accomodate neurodiverse / disabled kids.

One time these parents brought a girl in a wheelchair and they said "She can walk! She just has challenges! Don't say she can't walk!" But later the little girl couldn't get up out of her wheelchair and one of the sunday school teachers had to carry her over to where the other kids were sitting.

This lady's program brought a lot of folks with internalized ableism (or folks who were just straight up ableist) bc that church wasn't truly a safe place for any marginalized person. As a queer Latinx "female presenting" enby trust me.)

That church ironically is where a lot of my internalized ableism and self-hate kind of came from, because the enviornment wasn't designed with neurodiverse and disabled kids in mind, they were just "included" but they didn't change much to accomodate them. (Apparently now the church has an elevator but it didn't the entire time I was growing up. And I went there from ages 6 -17!)

2.) Sorry that last one ended up being so long lol! But the point is I'm always grouped in with neurodiverse folks even if ppl aren't always conscious of it. My stimming reminds ppl of Kyle's stimming, my teachers ask my parents what's up with my stims. A youth group leader asks my sister if "I'm quiet at home," ppl at work ask me how they can "help" me, everyone's always trying to figure out what's "wrong" with me, including me.

3.) Anyway, I'm also really picky about food and even which utensils I use lol!

I hateeee the taste / feel of metal so I use the tiniest forks so I don't really have to put them in my mouth and I only use the plastic spoons from yogurt / ice cream places lol!

And these are the ones that confuse me! Is it a trauma thing or neurodiverse thing?

4.) I hate light! Flourescent, sun, ceiling you name it turn it off!! 😆 I'm easily overwhelmed whenever there's bright light involved.

5.) Social interaction. Is my perpetual social anxiety a trauma thing or a neurodiverse thing? I know it's not just anxiety, despite how many ppl tell me it is, I can tell it's a lot more complex than that.

6.) I was clearly more affected by my trauma than my siblings. Of course they have their struggles bc abuse doesn't leave anyone unharmed but I mean I was the one who kept getting kicked out of school clubs and who would go nonverbal whenever I was scared. My siblings are much more extroverted than I am, I'm the only one who has big social issues you know?

[figuringouthowtobehere]

-you’re so annoying -you’re really a lot to be around -stop making that noise! (about stims that are harmless) -can’t you sit still? -you’re so articulate! -i’m so glad i don’t have an intellectual disability like autism -but you’re so normal! -can’t you just do stuff spontaneously? -are you done freaking out yet? (about sensory overloads, meltdowns, shutdowns) -wow, you’re so smart! -i hope they find a cure soon -you need to learn how to deal with this. you’re a grown-up now. you need to learn to handle this eventually. (things that are too much for my autistic nervous system to handle like constant noise, flourescent/overhead lights, certain textures, etc) -you don’t want to be cured? you’re ... ok with being autistic? -how are you so passionate about this then? -but you care so much about others

things you shouldn't say to (or about) an autistic person:

you don't know any better

stop pretending like you don't know what I'm saying

how don't you understand? it's so simple

r slur. dont say it period.

stop being so dramatic, it's not that big a deal

stop using your autism as an excuse

*explaining things in a condescending tone like we're children*

smol bean, so precious and innocent

well it's not like they can understand anyway

*talking about us like we're not there*

you're faking for attention

but you're not that autistic

but you're really good at talking!

everyone's a little autistic

stop doing those weird motions! you're drawing attention!

you're a buzzkill

it's so hard to talk to you

oh so you're like a robot! a machine!

nevermind. (you basically admit that we're not worth the extra few seconds it would take to include us.)

*laughing or shrugging us off if we say we don't understand*

don't take things so seriously (especially when we talk about ableism. never say this.)

you're reading too much into it

wow so you're like not even human

oh so like sheldon cooper?

I know a lot about autism. I've watched rain man

but you're not screaming or flapping your hands?

but then how are you talking

oh so you must be really good at math

so are you like really good at chess?

I bet you're really good at playing a lot of instruments

ohmygosh, the good doctor is my favorite show! it's sooo good

sometimes when I'm in a bad mood and I'm tired, I can't tell what people's faces mean, I'm probably a little autistic too haha

you're just a little awkward/it's just social anxiety

you're exaggerating

so can you tell what this face means? *makes some random constipated expression*

you're just quirky!

don't be so sensitive

they're not all the way there...

I thought you'd be ranting or info-dumping about your special interest 24/7

I met an autistic person before but you guys are nothing alike

but you're not a boy?

but you're not white?

I read somewhere on [insert obscure, non-factual blogging website] that you could cure it by lighting incense. (stop trying to shove cures at us. they don't work, and we don't want one anyway.)

that's so tragic

your parents are so strong!

but then how are you making eye contact with me?

so you don't feel any empathy?

are you like a psychopath?

autism moms are superheroes

you're emotionless

so you must be really nerdy and into sci-fi huh

I bet you'll cure cancer! (unless they have explicitly stated their interest in medical research or stem, don't assume that that's where their interest lies)

why are you so anti-social?

have you even tried to make friends?

it's not that loud, I'm not gonna turn it down

don't rely on aids! you'll get there through hard work and determination. aids will only slow you down in the long run

you're insane

you're no fun. you're like a cranky old person

this show has really good autism rep!

what do you mean it's not good representation? I think you're being too harsh and judgmental

but you're actually really nice? I thought autistic people had no filter

no you're not, I would know

that must be so hard for your family

so are you low- or high-functioning?

do you read really fast like reid from criminal minds?

I wish I was autistic

you're really akward

you're bad at conversations and social cues. (thanks, I hadn't noticed.)

no, don't call yourself "autistic"! say "person with autism", because you are more than your disability ��

but you don't look autistic

autistic people, feel free to add more :)

allistic people are encouraged to reblog, but don't clown

[thenomadblackbook]

This is US

May 26, 2008- a beautiful baby boy was born to us. We named him Luis Ignacio. We had waited 7 long years for him. And we were over the moon.

I remember feeling like I had won the lottery. I had an almost 8 year old older daughter who was waiting to dote on her baby brother. My husband felt that he finally had a “buddy” to play baseball with. It was a joyful time in our lives. We felt like we couldn’t ask for anything more.

Unlike his “high maintenace” ate (older sister in Filipino), Luis was extremely easy. He slept thru the night before he turned 1 year old. He took to the bottle almost right away (I had to PURELY breastfeed my older daughter for almost 2 years!)) and was really just a ray of sunshine. 

He would gamely pose for the camera at 2 years old, give us all out giggles and sing at the top of his lungs. He was basically the dream baby. 

Things changed when Luis hit the 2 1/2 year old mark. All of a sudden, my happy, giggly, singing baby, lost his smile, his voice and his ability to respond to his own name. He stopped eating solids. He also forgot his words. All of a sudden, he forgot who mama, papa or ate were. 

No matter how hard we all tried. We couldn’t “get through” to him. It seemed like my little boy was “lost” and I didn’t know if there was a way I could bring him back.

No amount of affection could bring Luis back to us. And I was stumped. 

He was more interested in gadgets than people. He could read the newspaper but could not answer questions like, “What’s your name?” or “Who is your mama?” He would pick up a toy car and turn its wheels over and over and over again. No words. No laughter. No nothing. His eyes were blank. 

To say that we were heartbroken is an understatement. I was DEVASTATED. And I had no idea what to do.

It was around this time when a good friend of mine finally told me what I needed to hear. Over dinner, as I was tearfully recounting my issues with my son, she looked me in the eye and said, “Chie, have him checked by a development pediatrician! What do you have to lose?” 

At that time, the concept of AUTISM was totally foreign to me. I knew it existed. And I knew of it from documentaries that I’ve watched on tv. But it was as alien to me as living on Mars. But my mother’s instinct was telling me to go and have him checked. At the end of the day, I just knew that I needed to know what he had so I could get him help.

At this time in my life, my husband was working as an expatriate in Vietnam. I was all alone. I had to bring my non verbal, stimming child to a developmental pediatrician in Makati Medical Center by my lonesome. And I had no idea what to expect.

I remember the feeling of dread that came over me, as I walked along the flourescent lit hospital hallway. 

The entire time, I remember telling myself, “He probably just has a speech delay. I mean, how bad can it be?” After a few hours and several tests, the kind doctor said, “He has SOME traits but not all of Autism. He has what we call PDD-NOS or Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified. We can also call it HFA or High Functioning Autism. You need to put him in a pre-school and get him into occupational therapy 3 times a week. Come back and see me in a month.”

I don’t think I need to tell you how I felt when I heard those words. I don’t think I can even put it into words. All I remember is walking out of that room with a heavy feeling in my chest, carrying Luis in my arms thinking to myself, “Lord, what do I do next?”

That night, I remember crying myself to sleep. I also remember waking up in the middle of the night, my shirt drenched in sweat. That was around 2 am. I went on my knees, face on the ground, crying out loud, “Lord, WHY ME? WHY MY SON?”

I was inconsolable. I remember vaguely calling my husband in Vietnam, telling him that our son had AUTISM. It felt like the end of the world. So many questions were echoing in my head, “Will he ever talk again? Will he even be able to recognize his own name? Will I ever hear him speak? Will he call me mama? Will he be able to give us hugs and kisses? Will he be able to go to school?” I allowed myself that one brief moment to really just wallow in self-pity. I remember being very angry...at no one in particular. Just VERY ANGRY because I felt cheated. That somehow, all hope was lost.

But the next day and the days to follow were a totally different story. There WAS NO LOOKING BACK. From helpless mama, I became warrior mama. And nothing and nobody could get in my way.

First order of the day was to find a slot for my son in the very limited number of therapy centers in Manila. During that time, it was difficult to get an appointment anywhere. But get them I did. And up to today, I will forever be grateful to Raina and John Ray for being among Luis’ earliest champions. We love you guys and will forever be thankful that we crossed paths.

I am also grateful to progressive schools such as Toddlers Unlimited and International School Manila for taking Luis is despite of his disabilities.

These two schools made me believe that there was a future for my son even with Autism looming in the horizon.

And because teachers, doctors, therapists, families and communities embraced my Luis whole heartedly, it was easy for us, as a family to be open about our challenges.

Luis found his smile again. And what a beautiful smile it is!

And he LOVES his papa.

And knows his mama.

And loves to hang out with his Ate.

He enjoys going to school.

He also enjoys traveling.

And just like any child, he loves his grandparents and spends time laughing, chatting and sharing jokes and tickles with them.

And while he still has his bad days- his regressive episodes can get quite severe after an illness- he is really the SUNSHINE of our life.

He is now able to negotiate his way out of a punishment. And recently, while my husband and I were away on business and he had to be admitted to the hospital for a horrible virus, he was able to answer the doctor’s questions about how he felt, what he could eat and when he was going to be sent home.

So what is the point of this somewhat lengthy, picture-heavy post?

I guess I just want to encourage parents out there who are scared, unsure or even against early intervention to just GET THEIR KIDS tested. IF your son or daughter has any of the following signs, PLEASE have them evaluated. (Source: Autism Speaks)

No big smiles or other warm, joyful expressions by six months or thereafter

No back-and-forth sharing of sounds, smiles or other facial expressions by nine months

No babbling by 12 months

No back-and-forth gestures such as pointing, showing, reaching or waving by 12 months

No words by 16 months

No meaningful, two-word phrases (not including imitating or repeating) by 24 months

Any loss of speech, babbling or social skills at any age

Because really, what have you got to lose?

Our Autism journey is far from over and it definitely hasn’t been easy. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. 

Don’t be afraid of the diagnosis. Embrace it. It will open up possibilities for you and your child. Do it NOW. For your child and his future. There is HOPE :)

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[tomcats-fandom-blog]

-Had a phase where he was obsessed with Pepsi as both a drink and a company for no apparent reason. Knows the obscurest Pepsi trivia.

-His hair is SOBFT, he twirls it round his index finger when he’s nervous.

-Huge gamer and brilliant at platformers. Definitely has a special interest in them.

-Runs around in a small circle at superspped a few times to happy stim. May finish with a small jump.

-Sensitive to flourescent lights and wool. Leather and denim are comfort textures.

-Hyperactive. All the time.

-Loves doing laps of the house at 3 in the goddamn morning for no reason.

If anyone has any headcanons for neurodivergent Peter I wouldn't mind hearing them 😳👉👈

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dino sour cookie stimboard 

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[keiko-sacaro]

Being disabled is never the same story, you just saying that makes you sound like an ableist, let me explain.

I have Autism, yes it’s officially diagnosed, no I’m not ‘low functioning’, but I still struggle with a lot of the things low-functioning people struggle with. Flourescant lights? I hear their buzzing in a quiet room, the light they give off is too bright for my eyes to look directly in their direction.

Retail shopping is a nightmare thanks to sensory overload, think of every sound you hear through the day and put each of them on loop from when you hear them until you fall asleep. Now make it louder each time it loops. It eventually gets so loud that it causes a migraine and causes extreme levels of stress.

School is a nightmare, combine the earlier things listed and now add asshole students and poorly trained staff and administrators that don’t know what to do when those asshole students start bullying you for ‘acting weird’ also not to mention that studying is even more difficult because it’s like trying to work with half your brain behind your back or in another room.

Stimming is impossible to do in public, stimming is basically trying to calm your sensory system by what normies call ‘fidgeting’ but when we do something that helps us calm our nerves, we receive stares and flares from those who don’t understand that we need to do this in order to not have a meltdown/shutdown

Meltdowns and shutdowns are both responses to stressful stimuli, it’s how our brains react to situations that cause high levels of stress. Meltdowns are different for each individual, but often involve crying out or outright screaming, shutdowns literally mean what they say, your brain shuts down all vocal communication and sometimes can even make you unable to hear anyone or anything around you for however long it takes to reduce the stress.

I don’t want you to EVER try to validate your ableist views, mental illness is not so black and white as you want it to be, it is not cookie cutter logic, it is never the same for more than one person. It can affect person A one way and the same diagnosis would cause person B to encounter something completely different, maybe similar, but not exactly the same.

Disabled Person: “I struggle with this.”

Ableist: “I don’t believe you. It’s not normal to struggle with that.”

Disabled Person: “I struggle with this because of a disability.”

Ableist: “I don’t believe you. Unless you’ve been diagnosed, you don’t have a disability.”

Disabled Person: “I struggle with this because of a diagnosed disability.”

Ableist: “I don’t believe you. You’re high functioning. Disabilities are overdiagnosed. You’re nothing like those low functioning people who actually struggle.”