Tumgik
#is neurotypical
Text
I finally convinced my Eastern European mother that me and all of our relatives are neurodivergent and what have you accomplished today?
8 notes · View notes
natjennie · 1 year
Text
we really fucking popped off with words for being up to no good. scam. fraud. swindle. nefarious. dastardly. ne'er-do-well. diabolical. scheme. rogue. knave. there are real classics.
48K notes · View notes
animentality · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
10K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
10K notes · View notes
blanketforcas · 1 year
Text
i think what saves me from a lot of discourse is that i'm simply Not Reading All That
37K notes · View notes
queerasflux · 1 year
Text
man I wish people understood how much it sucks ass to be neurodivergent and trying to find the middle ground where people like/tolerate you. like, I'm either "boring" (trying to wait my turn in conversations, holding space for other people, taking a back seat to let others get some spotlight) or "too much" (too loud/talking too much, getting excited to share, trying to participate in group conversations/activities). No one really talks about how much of being neurodivergent is just sort of trying to make yourself palatable.
I feel like so much of my life has been spent trying to find this effortless sort of middle ground everyone else seems to automatically already know, and I'm always swinging too far one way or the other. I'm lucky to have neurodivergent friends who grok me, but goddamn I wish that I could just like, exist without the constant background script in my brain that's like "you're being too loud. You're not talking enough. you're being self-centered. you're being boring. you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong." I feel like I'm back in high school trying to make friends but stuck as the eternal "weird kid"
it's just... lonely and sucks bad.
34K notes · View notes
itsybitsybatsyspider · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
how do you explain autism and neurodivergency to a Viking from 1500 years ago?
5K notes · View notes
tumbler-polls · 11 months
Text
Let's check if Tumblr truly is a predominantly neurodivergent website.
Reblog for a bigger sample size + follow if you'd like to participate in more surveys :)
8K notes · View notes
bluepandadraws-log · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Amazing Digital COMIC #26-The Amazing AUTISTIC Circus
☕Ko-Fi | [❤PREV] | [🧡START🧡] | [NEXT💙]
2K notes · View notes
inkskinned · 27 days
Text
even 2 years ago people still said autism with a whisper. it was also how people sometimes whisper lesbian, like they're afraid of uttering a slur. autistic was either an insult or it was something terrible, a horrible burden only select people endure. "select people" were usually 9 year old boys and skinny white men.
they are not hispanic young adults with a dog and a life and friends. i can make (sustained, calculated, painful) eye contact. with certain people, i don't even have to count how many seconds i am holding their vision - i can just look at them. i can wear clothes that bother me, i will just have a worse day than usual. i might cry about any changes to my schedule - but change is scary! this is normal!
when i was 16 it was OCD. i mean that was the thing everyone said. i totally have ocd. they would arrange 6 colors of gel pen in rainbow order (no worry for indigo feeling left out) and they'd be "so ocd" about it.
if you struggle with intrusive thoughts, be careful at this next paragraph, but. at 16 i developed a compulsion that involved self-harm. my ocd was convinced i was simply forgetting that i'd hurt someone terribly - a thought that persisted for no clear or delineated reason.
at some point i will probably write about how the idea of "morally pure thoughts" was hell for me and others with ocd, but this was the odd dichotomy for many of us: they liked our "aesthetic", but were genuinely repulsed by our lived experience. "intrusive thoughts" now means "cutting your hair in the sink" instead of talking yourself down from believing horrible things. "so ocd" is a label without any true understanding.
it's something i've talked about before - in multiplicity - but i firmly believe in the veracity and necessity of self-diagnosis. i think it saves lives and it saves tragedies from occurring. as someone raised in a house that wasn't safe, self-diagnosis was, for many years, the only viable option. 15 and honestly googling: am i depressed or are there demons affecting my behavior.
but it is not genuine self-diagnosis anymore, most of the time. it is a strange, blanched version of that whispered word autism. now certain traits are constantly seen as "autistic" - any passing intense interest. any flubbed social interaction. people say it while laughing - a touch of the 'tism.
and i like the acceptance! i do. i like that people are talking about it. i like that if i self-identify, more people speak up and say me too, bitch. but there is something-else quietly happening, the way it happened to OCD. the quirky, "fun" parts have been washed and sanitized and removed of all suffering. now it is just something that makes you "a little bit silly."
it took me 27 years on this planet before i learned to make friends. something about me just seems incredibly odd, i guess, some kind of radiation monitoring. someone once (in a way that was almost friendly) told me i am doing the right things, but in a way that's off-putting. i have scoured myself raw attempting to be charming.
someone on tiktok does a deep dive into their particular passion. the top comment says "what kind of autism is this lol". like we are a breed of animal. like it has no influence on our experience. like our life is a fresh breeze, an open meadow.
more often for me, life was a drowning.
2K notes · View notes
chroniccoolness · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
I am against cyberbulling I am against cyberbullying I am against cyberbullying I am against cyberbullying I am
3K notes · View notes
appleshmapples · 6 months
Text
Things neurotypical people do that confuse me.
They’ll say “it’s time to go” so I go outside and stand by the car… I wait….. no one else comes outside.
I go back inside and see that they are still talking to someone, haven’t put their shoes on, decide it’s time to cook a four course meal, etc.
Like… you said it was time to go…. Why are we not going????
2K notes · View notes
entouragelvr75 · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
drawing zelda fanart for my final projects in my AP art history class LMAO
1K notes · View notes
dougielombax · 3 months
Text
Being autistic and not knowing what to do in certain situations is already bad enough.
But it’s even worse when you try explaining and the other people freak out like a bunch of NPCs and say shit like “Why not? Are you stupid? Do you not know The Rules? Haven’t you followed The Tutorial?????!!!!!!” (Not literally but it has the same effect!)
(Oblivion NPC behaviour! Many such cases)
And if you say anything to indicate that this is not the case they freak out! Or they just ignore your ass. At the best of times!
Acting like they’re filing a glitch report with God and that we’re somehow malfunctioning!
It’s sickening and exhausting to see!
Sickeningly predictable too!
Now, my parents at least understand. As do my other relatives and some people I’ve worked with. (Others not so much)
As did some of my friends, but still.
1K notes · View notes
lazylittledragon · 2 months
Text
not to toot my own horn too loud or anything but i've showered 5/6 days so far this week and started running again and now i can kill god
1K notes · View notes
laikabu · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes