#sensory support

[zombblehh]

Shout out to the autistic who’s abilities have regressed as they’ve gotten older.

“You didn’t used to be like this when you were a kid.” I know please don’t remind me

[c-kiddo]

cad and belle are just wee besties to me . and have lots of sensory pressure hugs. (from npc requests but i wanted to draw them together anyway so bonus cad)

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism & Fluctuationing Support Needs Part 2

Lil Penguin Studios/Autism Happy Place

[pumpkinspicedmochi]

Haven't seen a post like this so I'll make one: Shoutout to the autistics that have special interests that people find creepy (for example horror , true crime things , knives but could also be anatomy etc because that might come off as creepy)

Double shoutout to autistics who enjoy talking about these things with no awareness that people find it creepy/get uncomfortable when hear it.

[signedjehanne]

people on tumblr will literally post things like “you have to eat vegetables and expand your palate i dont care if you are a picky eater because of autism (if i can overcome it you can too)” and everybody will reblog it being like “yes this is true for everybody no matter what” and think its okay. like sorry but that wont work for everyone and there is no one size fits all and some people will never be able to eat these things no matter how hard they try. im only allowed by my doctors to eat recreationally and not for nutrition, because my ARFID is so severe that i get my nutrition solely from a specially made formula drink. your suggestions of “try vegetables roasted!” or “try them in soup!” and assurances of “i did it, you can too!” don’t work for those of us with more severe mental illnesses and disabilities. stop tying a person’s worth to their diet and stop assuming everybody has the ability to do what you can.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine w/ an s/o who has autism 👀

“With you, It's different”

Summary: You find comfort and understanding in your relationship with Aventurine, who supports you during a challenging day filled with sensory overload. He creates a calm environment, appreciating your unique perspective and celebrating your differences. Your bond deepens as Aventurine’s thoughtful gestures and affection help you feel safe and cherished, reminding you that you’re loved just as you are.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Comfort, Autism Representation (Reader has Autism), Supportive Relationship, Fluff, Emotional Connection.

Warnings: Sensory overload description, Mild anxiety portrayal

A/N: WHERE'S MY AUTISTIC GANG AT?! 🗣️🔥 I'm not sure if I described it well but I hope you like it!! 🫶💖

The familiar hum of Aventurine’s voice fills the room, his laughter warm and rich like velvet against your ears. He’s been telling you about his day, detailing every high-stakes gamble he took, each deal calculated to perfection. But tonight, he’s giving you his full attention, his eyes focused on you with that gentle curiosity that makes your heart skip.

You’re sitting on the couch together, your favorite plush blanket draped over your legs as you fiddle with the fringe. It’s been one of those days where everything feels just a little bit too much. The lights seem brighter, the sounds sharper, the usual rhythms of life humming at a frequency that’s overwhelming. But here, with Aventurine by your side, it’s like the world softens around the edges.

Aventurine notices the way you fidget, the subtle hints that most people miss. Gently, he reaches for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re in a different world today, aren’t you?” he says softly, his voice gentle and understanding.

You nod, a small, sheepish smile forming. “It’s just… everything feels so loud.”

Aventurine chuckles, and it’s not a sound of mockery, but one of admiration. “Then let’s turn down the volume, shall we?” Without waiting for a response, he stands up and adjusts the lights, dimming them just a bit, and turns on a small lamp that casts a warm, amber glow over the room.

When he returns to the couch, he brings one of your comfort items—a small, textured object you like to hold when you’re feeling overstimulated—and hands it to you. His thoughtful gesture warms your heart, and you feel a bit of the tension melting away.

Aventurine sits back down, adjusting so he’s facing you. “You know,” he says, brushing a lock of hair from his face, “I’ve always admired the way you see the world. You pick up on things that I sometimes miss.”

You blush, not used to having someone appreciate these little quirks of yours. “Really?”

“Absolutely.” Aventurine’s smile is warm, and he gives you that gaze of his, intense but somehow comforting. “It’s like watching a new game unfold in front of me. Different rules, but somehow even more fascinating. You notice the smallest details, the things that others miss. And that makes you… incredible.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and for a moment, the anxiety you’d been feeling fades away, replaced by the warmth of his acceptance. With Aventurine, you don’t have to hide or explain; he just gets it.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as he leans back, adjusting his glasses. He knows that sometimes you need this—the quiet, the peace of just being together without words.

After a while, you speak up, your voice soft but steady. “Thank you for… understanding. For making it easier.”

Aventurine tilts his head, a grin on his lips. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just lucky enough to be with you. Besides,” he adds with a wink, “I like the challenge of keeping up with someone as intriguing as you.”

The two of you share a gentle laugh, and he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. In this moment, in the quiet warmth of his presence, you feel safe, understood, and profoundly loved. And that, you realize, is Aventurine’s greatest gift—to make you feel like every part of you, even the parts that feel different, are worth cherishing.

As he rests his head against yours, he murmurs softly, “You know, I’d gamble on us any day.” And with him by your side, you feel ready to face anything the world might bring.

☹️🫶💖 I hope I represented the autistic community well enough; you guys are so strong and inspiring. Keep shining bright! ✨

(This goes for everyone who has different disorders, spectrums, disabilities and etc.)

[snakeautistic]

Advice for other autistics/ NDs who hate sleeping in new places- bring your personal blankets, pillows, stuffed toys ect and recreate your typical nighttime routine as closely as possible before you go to bed.

I used to have a really hard time falling asleep in different places, whether I was staying over at my friends house, or in a hotel, or at my grandparents. I would feel extremely anxious over the change and every time I would almost drift off, I’d notice how different the covers and the room felt and also smelled from my own bed which would wake me up.

I realized at some point how important familiar sensory input is for me to feel comfortable, particularly in terms of scent. Having a blanket that smells like my house helps me pretend that I’m in my own bed, and having gone through my routine like normal ( in my case brushing my teeth, showering, getting in new clothes, and setting aside about an hour or so of time to wind down before going to sleep) made me feel more comfortable.

This might seem kind of obvious and it’s not a foolproof solution but it’s helped me a lot and for some reason I hadn’t thought of it until a year or two ago! I hope it might help somebody else!

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Seth showcasing how to properly handle an infant mimic

[bloomics]

i love showing off my button bag ❤️‍🩹

[autism-affirmations]

wish me luck on navigating insurance trying to get fucking top surgery. i have no idea whats going on

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autistic Love Languages

Autistic Qualia

[h8ani]

𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡, 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙉𝙤 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡

Kinktober Day 6 - Sensory Deprivation

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader

Anime: Hunter x Hunter

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of kidnapping, reader has senses stripped from her (blindfold, tied up, earplugs), vibrator usage, lowkey Stockholm syndrome type vibes, punishment, edging, overstimulation

A/N: thank you @kkittycries for proofreading this for me god knows I needed it 🥲🥲

It's been who knows how long, you think it's been at least a year, maybe less since the day you were taken. Time moved so differently at first.

You were trapped in the basement with only a bucket to use and had a small, thin, worn down mattress to sleep on. You had no concept of time when you were down there. It was always dark and cold and you spent most of your days/nights crying until you were exhausted and sleep had come over you.

The more compliant you got, the more privileges you were given but even then it wasn't much.

You've asked him how long it's been but all he gives is a gruff scoff and a simple reply of "Long."

Now you've stopped asking, you do as he wants to try to please him. By now you've upgraded from the basement, to the guest bedroom upstairs. Although, when he wants you in his room for the night you stay there.

Feitan by no means is the word soft or even kind but, the longer you've stayed in the house and the longer you've done what you're told he's been in his own way nicer to you. He allows you to add some of your own food you'd like to the grocery list, you have a nicer mattress in your room, he even leaves you alone most of the time which is a blessing in itself. You still aren't allowed to leave the house other than to go out to the backyard, the fence is so high that you wouldn't even be able to climb to escape but the fresh air was always nice too. There's been a few rare occasions where you've left the house but it's always been well into the night with him alongside you.

It's also rare that you've actually been punished.

There's been small punishments like not being given food for a few days or when your mattress was taken from you so you had to sleep on the floor, but he's never taken a blade to your skin, never harmed you, he's never tortured you like he does to his victims he brings to the house.

You're grateful for that.

But.

What you're enduring now, you've never been punished like this before, if this can even be considered a punishment.

The rope bound around your wrists was tight, rough and uncomfortable. Every move you made to free yourself burned your tender skin, your movements useless from how tightly knotted the rope connected to his bedpost was, the little strength you had doing no good. He had put a blindfold over your eyes and that was surprisingly soft, you think it was a satin material but you no longer having your sight only heightened all the emotions running through your body. You were no longer able to see Feitan or see what he was doing. You didn't even know where he was in the room. You tried focusing on the only sense you had left which was your hearing, you had focused on every little sound in the bedroom but Feitan ended up taking that away from you too. Earplugs were soon put in diminishing the last sense you had.

You were completely cut off from your senses. No sight, no hearing, not even a simple touch.

The only thing you were able to feel was your impending orgasm which was continually cut short.

You didn't have a clue as to why Feitan had started this punishment. You didn't try to escape from him, you haven't tried that since the first time you were brought up from the basement. You always make sure to keep the house locked up when he was gone, curtains always drawn closed, windows locked, doors locked, you don't even go to the backyard when he's not home. That couldn't have been the reason. You were completely clueless as to why you were tied up and being tortured like this.

You clench around nothing as the vibrator pushes harder against your clit, the pressure was enough for a choked moan to leave your lips as the vibrations traveled through your body.

You can hear him scoff as he clicks the vibrator intensity up one sending you back on the edge of orgasm. Your hips rolling into the vibrator just wanting to feel release.

"You aren't meant to enjoy this." Feitan says lowly knowing you couldn't hear him, he clicks the vibrator up one more and within seconds you tip over the edge finally being able to reach the orgasm you've so rudely been getting taken away from you. Your body jerking as you let your orgasm flood your senses, wrists tugging against the rope as you cry out his name. This was the most intense orgasm you've felt and Feitan wasn't letting up as he kept the vibrator pushes up against your sensitive clit.

You were panting as you rode out your high, squirming away as best as you can from the abusive vibrator between your legs. Pushing against the bed with your feet to get away, you felt Feitan's hand grip your hip and tug you back down.

"I'm sorry." You quickly say. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You repeat the same apology over and over just wanting to get away from the pleasure that was slowly trailing into pain. "Feitan I'm sor-"

His lips cut you off, his body leaning more into yours which put more pressure on the vibrator. You whimpered into the kiss, tears threatening to spill beneath the blindfold.

He said something to you but it just sounded muffled due to the earplugs. Your brows scrunched up in frustration because of your lack of hearing. You huffed a sigh and before you could ask what he said, you felt the vibrator pull away from you, instantly calming you down and allowing you to actually come down from your prolonged high.

Your earplugs came out next and Feitan's voice sounded louder than ever.

"Sorry for what?" Feitan doesn't necessarily joke around but you could hear him teasing you clear as day.

"I'm sorry for...what I did."

"And what did you do?" He leans down, breath fanning your face and you didn't need to see to know he had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Maybe if you actually told me I'd know! I think you're just doing this because you find it amusing!" You snap at him, frustration getting the better of you.

He doesn't reply and that alone makes you nervous. It's completely silent but you feel him shift back down to your thighs spreading them further. He slowly rakes his nails down your thigh and then up again, you think he actually might be done, hoping he got bored of this punishment he was putting you through.

Then you hear the vibrator being clicked on again.

You could feel your stomach drop as he tsks at you again.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to continue until you remember."

[zombblehh]

So tired of people thinking sensory issues are some sort of choice. Or that I’m just sensitive. I haven’t brushed my teeth since Saturday (currently Thursday) because all toothpaste that left is mint and mom won’t buy me more of my toothpaste, which is kids toothpaste. I’ve always been very bad with mint but she says that I need to brush my teeth using it cuz I’m too old for my usual toothpaste

[sophiethewitch1]

Feel like I get a psychic attack whenever I read a romance where fmc is ‘not like other girls’

[germplush]

smol Kai (he/they/it) photoshoot.. he's such a good emotional support plushie and he's also a baby sensory plushie so can stim with it..

[shannonsketches]

He said "Fuck this shit, I'm out" I'm crying. Toriyama's Vegeta was so top shelf 🤌

(From Neko Majin Z Chapter 5!)