honestly i think my autism is trying to kill me
yes it made me intensely interested in marvel. but the specific areas i was interested in were agents of shield and the unstoppable wasp, not the movies
yes it made me intensely interested in star wars. but the specific areas i was interested in were kotor and swtor, not the movies
yes it made me intensely in doctor who. but the specific areas i was interested in were the gallifrey audio stories
give me an actual mainstream special interest one day please
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had a certifiable autism moment at the beach today when the sand was too hot for me to stand on with flip-flops
I forgot my water shoes (which would have provided more coverage) so I just decided to bail after suffering through half the walk
there were tears involved, but thankfully no yelling and now I am Normal again
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Being 30+ and learning more and more that hey maybe I’m actually autistic is so wild because every now and then I’ll remember something from my past that, at the time it happened, may have just been a slightly embarrassing moment or even something I never really thought twice about, but now realizing that it was yet another sign.
Today, I recalled the time I was a Freshman in college, in my Drawing class (I was a fine arts major), and we were discussing Frida Kahlo. At some point during the slide show of Kahlo’s works, my professor asked us “does anyone know what major traumatic event happened to cause her to be bedridden?” Or something like that (c’mon this was 10+ years ago…). And boy oh boy did I know the answer to this! I mean I’d learned about it from my high school Spanish teacher! I’d taken AP Art History! I knew this! And so I proudly - and very loudly - exclaimed “she was in a bus accident and was impaled in the vagina by a metal pole!”
Some students thought I was being funny and laughed at the joke. Some students looked at me like uhh wtf. And the professor, who’d only known me for a few weeks (it was still early in the semester) but had known me to be shy and quiet, hesitated for a minute before continuing the lesson, “y-yeah, she was in a bus accident and yes she was unable to have children because of her severe injuries.”
It never occurred to me in that moment that hey maybe I shouldn’t shout about Frida Kahlo’s vagina in the middle of class.
It also didn’t occur to me until much later that I was possibly very wrong about where exactly she was injured by that pole…
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