#sometimes i wish i wasn't born neurodivergent :')

[heartofbalemoon]

o h ... :(

neurodivergent child: *asks a lot of questions because something doesn’t make sense to them*

parent: why are you arguing with me.

[kateshistoryspot]

Margaret of Anjou: The Ill-Fated Lancastrian Queen

If you've ever read or watched Phillipa Gregory, you have probably heard of Margaret of Anjou. Gregory has a habit of referring to her as "The Bad Queen," which I don't think I agree with: Margaret was a lioness who had been dealt a bad hand, yet tried her best to secure her kingdom. She had a husband who wasn't well, a young son, and a country that fought itself for her crown. There is nothing bad about her; in fact, she is admirable.

Margaret of Anjou was born on the 23rd of March, 1430 in Lorraine, France. She was the daughter of Bon Roi René and his wife, Isabella, Duchess of Lorraine. She was baptised at Toul, and raised by her father's wetnurse, alongside many siblings. What records there are paints a happy picture: a little girl in a loving home, right in the middle of French politics. A good king and close knit family. Margaret would, sadly , leave this behind to marry into the English crown.

King Henry VI was chosen to be her future husband: the son of the titular warrior King Henry V of Shakespeare legend, and his wife Catherine of Valois. Henry V had died very young, leaving a nine month old baby to inherit his legacy. Although Henry VI's grandfather had suffered severe mental health issues in his life, the young prince showed no signs yet that he, too, would have similar struggles. At the time, the match seemed perfect: the French had just won The Hundred Years' War, and the English wished for a swift peace to bury their embarrassing loss of what Henry V had won. The young princess was to sail across the narrow sea to meet her King, bear him children, and forget about all this mess. Margaret was an agent of peace, and officials looked to her to soothe the wounds of both countries.

On the 9th of April, 1445, Margaret arrived at her new kingdom. So many large crowds turned out that rooves and other vantage points had to be inspected to prevent building damage. The progress lasted two days, and Margaret stayed at the infamous Tower of London in-between.

On the 23rd of April, Margaret and Henry married, and seven days later, she was crowned Queen of England.

However, this happiness that had spread across the kingdom would not last: Rene suggested a lifetime peace in exchange for his daughter, along with the long-English owned county of Maine. The English complied, yet the choice left a bitter taste in peoples' mouths. Yet, Margaret and Henry were inseparable, and the country hoped that their marriage would soon begin producing children.

Margaret soon began fulfilling her duty as Queen: she founded Queen's College in Cambridge, and she worked to mediate issues within her household. Margaret was largely apolitical at this time, which was expected of Queens. Yet, children had not been forthcoming, possibly a side effect of Henry's growing piety. It wouldn't be until 1453 that Margaret would become pregnant, and unfortunately disaster would soon follow.

At the end of summer 1453, after a streak of bad luck, Henry VI suffered some sort of mental health crisis. Historians often refer to what happened as "Sleeping Sickness," yet modern diagnoses range from depression, to catatonic schizophrenia, to some sort of neurodivergent paralysis. Nevertheless, Henry VI took to his bed, and did not re-emerge for months. During his absence, Richard, Duke of York became protector, and calls were made to depose the sickly King, and place the House of York on the throne.

Thankfully, Henry VI came to sometime around Christmas day, 1454. Yet, this did not quell the treason at his court. Margaret, having just given birth to her son, Edward, and having been excluded from talks about her government, was vulnerable to losing everything. A year later in 1455, The Wars of The Roses broke out, and it became incredibly clear that Henry was not fit to rule.

Margaret was forced to rise to the occasion: she took over as ruler, and arranged for armies to meet York in battle. This was exceptional for a female ruler of this time, yet she would be the first of many women who would have to act similarly under similar circumstance. Margaret would even go so far as to raise support in Scotland, where her French heritage would be respected and honored, thanks to a hundred year old treaty between Scotland and France. For the Lancastrian faction, things were looking up: The Battle of Wakefield brought a Lancastrian victory, as well as the heads of Richard, Duke of York and his son, Edmund of Rutland. Yet, behind the victory was a 17 year old boy who would prove to be the ultimate thorn in Margaret's side: Edward, Earl of March.

Edward was handsome, young, and already a warrior. Standing something around 6'2, he had become heir to York on the death of his father. The Lancastrian armies behavior after the battle- placing the heads of father and son on Micklegate, the father with a paper crown on his head, had sent Edward into a rage, and he thirsted for revenge.

His revenge came at The Second Battle of St. Albans, in 1461. Henry VI was captured. The Lancastrians scrambled to figure out how to beat this son of York, but to no avail. On the bloody snows of Towton in 1461, Edward became king of England, forcing Margaret to flee with her young son to the French courts.

England seemed to breathe a sigh of relief under Edward: it was clear he wouldn't go mad, nor would he seemingly make terrible political mistakes like his forbear. Yet that sigh did not last into 1465, the year Edward announced his marriage to the common widow Elizabeth Woodville. Elizabeth did have some royal blood, however she was the wife of the late Lancastrian knight, Sir John Grey. This caused Richard Warwick, the "Kingmaker" and cousin to Edward IV, to swiftly change sides, as he had been negotiating a marriage with Bona of Savoy to destablise Margaret's place at court. Richard fled to Margaret and began plotting to marry one of his two daughters off to her son.

As the Woodville marriage grew more and more unpopular, Edward's brother George, Duke of Clarence ended up defecting and siding with Lancaster, which resulted in him being swiftly married to Isabel Neville, the eldest of Warwick's daughters. The marriage took place in Calais in 1469, and in secret, as Edward did not approve the match. George later fought at The Battle of Edgecote on the Lancastrian side, a loss for the Yorkists that resulted in the imprisonment of Edward. Yet, later that year, George would flee England with his heavily pregnant wife, resulting in the loss of the couple's first child. Yet, things would not stay bleak for them in France.

Shortly after their arrival, it was agreed that Richard Warwick's youngest daughter, Anne, was to marry Edward of Westminster, who had grown into a young man. Not much is recorded of Edward, unfortunately: his temperament, his wishes, and how he felt of the match have been lost to time. Yet, the marriage took place, and plots were laid to reinstate Henry VI; a move not yet seen in history.

Unfortunately for Edward IV, it happened: King Henry VI was placed back on the throne, and he found himself in exile with his youngest brother, separated from his heavily pregnant wife, and his future uncertain. But, this would not last: Edward would only remain in exile for six months or so, and would face his enemies at The Battle of Barnet. This battle would see the demise of the treasonous Kingmaker, as well as a reunion with George. Yet, Margaret was not present, and her absence set off a wild goose chase that ended in the midlands. On May 4th, 1471, the initial round of The Wars Of The Roses came to a close at Tewksbury: Edward of Westminster was slain in battle, aged just seventeen, and Margaret was arrested. Her daughter-in-law was quickly betrothed to the up and coming Richard, Duke of Gloucester, and shortly after the battle, Henry VI died under mysterious circumstances. Margaret's grief must've been intense: her husband, son, and kingdom snuffed out like a rushlight. Edward exiled her back to France, never to see the shores of England again.

Not much is known about Margaret's time in France, saved for she was disgraced. She lived in poverty for seven years before dying in 1482. She was buried with her parents, yet during the French Revolution, her remains were removed and scattered. Who had once been a conduit of peace, died disgraced and impoverished, having outlived her son and husband. Yet, with irony, she would be followed to the grave by her adversary, Edward IV, a year later, and the peace he had brought with her ruin would be upturned. Three years after she was laid to rest, Margaret's nephew, Henry Tudor, would put an end to The Plantagenet reign by the death of Richard III at Bosworth: a karmic justice too late for her to witness.

Margaret of Anjou lived fifty-two years as a conduit of peace for The Hundred Years' War, as the warmaker for The Wars Of The Roses, as well as a disgraced Queen of England. She was a doting mother, a loyal wife, and a just queen during the tenure she had. She is not "bad" or anything of the sort: she was a woman, trying to keep a grasp on what was hers, what was owed to her son, while trying to play her role as well as she could. Although we do not remember her as similar to the likes of Isabella of Castile, they are very similar, and Margaret's reign predated Isabella's by twenty years. One day, hopefully, we will be able to hear more of her story.

[nomanland34]

"A Part of My Life: The Great Hardship I Face."

I had suffer discrimination and harassment from many people so severely. Sometimes, even my own family. Judging me being weird and abnormal...

I choose to be who I am than who I'm not. In fact, I cannot be "normal" to begin with because I was born to be a neurodivergent person. Who act/perceive the world in a way than an ordinary person. I know, in myself, is destined to be...an outcast.

I want to do what I think I must.

I want to be what I dream myself for the future.

I want to learn and explore the wonders of our world.

I want to be an artist and great business man.

I want a person who accept me for who I am...

Yet, the mental and social challenges I confronted unexpectedly in life...Almost, broken me and my will to live. I cannot be what people want me to be...and they give me no mercy.

The hatred, the fears, and the sorrows I had carried in my life until this day. Is horrible...I wish...I wasn't born to experience this suffering. However, I move on...keep on going. Decided to make things right in my life and be what I wish to become. I didn't want to be a bad person...I wanted to live a peaceful life with the people who I cared about. I know, inside. I am a kind person. Who is willing sacrifice myself for others. The darkness in me is in deep pain...wanting to take what has lost. The joy, love, and peace... people who did wrong to me had took everything from me. I can let go...but not forget. I don't want blood, vengeance, or empowerment over does who did me wrongly. Instead, I choose peace. I am tired in life and I choose to follow the teaching of Buddha that lead me to this day...a new chapter of my life.

Until now, many of this people still belittle me...I just ignore it and focus my attention on making my life better. As much I wanted to hurt them...I don't want too. I think, there is much more I can do then dwell myself in my past. 🌺 I hope you have a wonderful day. ☺️

[nytehavyn-circle]

Since i was diagnosed with autism, a lot of things I said/did growing up suddenly made a lot of sense.

But let me tell you something: Being autistic is NOT a fun thing, and it's not a superpower. We don't have some special advantage over a neurotypical person becuse we're autistic.

Being autistic can suck ass some days. (ESPECIALY if you have mental illnesses like severe anxiety and bipolar on top of it, and let's not get into having ADD as well...) Getting overstimulated, or even spiraling when something is even slightly out of place.

Since the 26th of December, i've been losing my fucking mind because i can't access the internet on my laptop anymore. It's my support system, my comfort blanket, my grounding system. It is my support network. (I'm not going to sit here and explain just yet why I don't just use my phone to access the internet, but let's just say my mind doesn't quite work like that.) So i've been picking at my nails and the skin around the nails, been gumming my lips together, just... overstimulated by being understimulated, if that makes sense.

But by saying this, I'm not saying being autistic is something to be ashamed of. It's not. It's just how we are. Like someone being neurotypical is just how they are, we being neurodivergent is just how we are.

We have to navigate the social circles learning and faking to be "normal" (whateverTF that is). We have to fake it most of the time, because neurotypicals don't quite understand. (Hell, sometimes, even we autistics don't always understand each other, which is both comical and slightly tragic.)

So, sometimes, we have to try, in our own way, to break it down for them, to explain to them, to teach them. Because, let's face it, they're not always going to learn by themselves.

Some of them listen, some try to understand, some try to be better. Others could not care less.

But we need to stop trying to put being autistic up onto a pedastal and saying we're better this way and we have some sort of special gift because we're autistic. It's not and we don't. Because we have to struggle with it quite often. Even those who have found a focus with their autism that has benfited them in a major way - Dan Aykroyd's obsession with the occult and such, and Daryl Hannah got into acting BECAUSE of her autism - still struggle. But the more we learn about it, and the more we learn about ourselves, makes it easier to navigate. We still struggle, but we find new and better ways to prevent overstimulation and spiraling if we can.

And yes, there are times I wish I wasn't autistic because it would have made some things easier in my life. But I'm not ashamed of it, either. It's just how i am, just something else I need to learn how to navigate and am glad and thankful that I have a community to help me do that at times.

You might hate me for saying this, and that's valid. You are welcome to your feelings and to disagree with me all you wish. Because i get it, I understand. And it's fine.

And at no time will I ever say that it's a shame that someone was born with or diagnosed with autism, because it's nothing to be ashamed about. But we do, even as a community of autistics in the world, need to learn how to help teach each other a bit better than we sometimes already do.

I'm not condemning autism, because i am autistic. But i'm not putting my autism up on a pedastal and singing praises to it either.

[the-nova-council]

We have two wildly different and conflicting perspectives within the same body.

Ramble/vent. Tw: Suicide, this whole write-up is about suicide, suicidal thoughts and actions, suicidal ideations, friends committing suicide. Hopelessness, depression, grief, fear, trauma, Self Harm, blood, and a sense of foreshortened future.

But also, hope. Planning for the future. Love. Learning. Patience. Healing.

And the complexities of being a system.

Today in therapy, we talked about a comment Elias made last night.

He cried. He said he was afraid, and hurt. He was so, so scared, and sad, and of what? Of how suicidal I am. He said a few things, that I paraphrase here with his permission: "Felix doesn't have the same hope for the future I do, and I get that, but it's scary and it isn't fair and I don't want to die but I don't want him to be in pain either. I am so, so scared of him killing us, and he says it won't matter anymore because we won't know and won't be aware of things anymore to care, but I care. I care a lot. I have plans, and dreams, and aspirations. I can't imagine dying this young. And it's the only thing he thinks about sometimes, which is terrifying. And it feels like there is nothing I can do to help him."

I forget sometimes that everyone isn't drowning the way I have been for my whole existence. So that's what we talked about in therapy today.

As far as I can tell, I formed in high school. We were depressed before that, and self harming, but it wasn't the same intensity. We didn't want to die, we wished we had never been born, and there is a difference.

Then, Suzy (name changed for privacy) committed suicide, and I believe the trauma of that is when we split, and I was born to hold it all. [Atlas, with the weight of the world. -Elias] To keep us running, that's what splitting is for, in our system at least. There wasn't time or space to worry about that and being depressed was becoming an issue so, I was born to hold it all and not process it. Unfortunately, it was a festering wound I carried, worsening the more neglected it was.

Suzy taking her own life was a school-wide tragedy but it was particularly uniquely terrifying to us. Because, you see, we had identified Suzy as being 'Just Like Me.' She was smart, and creative, 'weird like me' (neurodivergent, in hindsight), loved by many, unique and kind and with a big heart, with a deep pain behind some of her actions. We saw so much of ourself in her. (There's an episode of Bones where the titular character projects onto one of the skeletons she is forensically investigating, and to show her state of mind, for most of the episode they use the same actress as the voice and face of the corpse. Bones says "She doesn't just look like me, she IS me.") When you have so much in common with someone you didn't really know, it's easy to see them as yourself in another life.

In another life where we didn't make it. Where the depression was too much and took our life. And that was too hard to process, so we didn't. We split, and suppressed it. And we were kind of okay most of the time. But I was there, with my festering wound.

When I became the host, we were around fifteen. We can find that point in the timeline pretty exactly as it's when we became transgender. Elias didn't exist yet, Wyldfire didn't exist yet, Apollo definitely didn't exist yet- the system was much smaller, and dominantly female, and the body being AFAB was fine. Artemis was the host before me, and Cora before her. But we didn't know about the system thing back then, and I had dysphoria, so we transitioned, and it's only because our mom hates my name that the body isn't named Felix. (The body is named Matthew and none of us vibe with it.)

It was the year after Suzy took her life and I am positive it was because my feelings were too big and too much to keep me suppressed. I had too strong of a presence to be an internal part. So I was out often, and I became the host. We went from cheerful and friendly to withdrawn and depressed. The cheerful, friendly part was still there, just harder to reach. The first time I tried to take my life was by overdosing, it led to vomiting yellow and feeling sick but I never told anyone. The second time I tried to bleed out, but couldn't cut deep enough. I can't tell those scars apart from the other ones anymore. The third time I tied a noose, and asked for help.

We were so punished for it (being hospitalized, mistrusted, lied to, etc) that we split again, but that's Wyldfire's trauma.

My lot is to be suicidal. That's what we determined in therapy. I am the holder of all of those big bad feelings so that no one else in the system has to deal with them. It isn't fair, it just is. But before Syscovery, we had no way to... Address that. It was that the feelings were sometimes there, and we didn't like them. But now we know, it's me, I'm Always depressed, because it's my job to hold them. [My beloved Atlas, the weight of the world. -Elias] We weren't lying when we said 'I'm always suicidal but also not.' Because I am. And they, aren't.

Elias is afraid of death. He sees a future where he has a family, a child. Apollo sees a house with hardwood floors and sheer curtains. Artemis sees a pair of roller skates hung by the laces on the wall, splashes of paint on the wall, Cora sees splashes of paint on our hands and clothes, Angel sees a Christmas tree and beautiful song, hell even Mino sees a warm bed in a safe home in our future. They all see the present as an obstacle to overcome to get there. A temporary time of struggle.

I have a sense of foreshortened future. I see the pain of right now stretching out before me and the idea of forever feels like a threat. Like it will hurt. I see now, and a brick wall, and sunshine and rainbows on the other side of it, forever inaccessible. I don't... I can't see the good in our future. Only the pain.

I want to save all of us from the pain but especially, selfishly, myself. I can't... Live, like this. Not forever.

They tell me, they show me it isn't forever and I try to have hope but I just, can't. My pessimism is so central to me that even when we fuse, any fusion I'm a part of still has that core belief that things are bad. Things are bad and always going to be bad.

I want it too. The house with hardwood floors and flowing curtains and a family we love and a partner we are equal with, I see it too, the faceless family portraits and the Christmas tree. It just... To me, it feels like a pipe dream. I don't... I don't even know what it feels like, to have it be real. To have it be a plan and not just a dream.

I believe him. I believe Elias that he sees it as his future. And it hurts and aches to know that I keep threatening that for him. I understand why they all keep trying to put us somewhere safer, but we need to work on this. Being taken out of our environment and away from our stressors isn't going to teach us coping... And as I realized today in therapy, I need to process some traumas.

Our therapist told me to treat myself like I have the flu. To not make myself run around and do things, to excuse myself from responsibilities. To rest. It's hard to rest, because of the guilt, but I'd like to try. I... Don't feel like I deserve it, but I know logically I do.

[I know you do. You deserve rest and peace and hope just like the rest of us. You do more than you think you do. You manage so much every day, and you do deserve rest. I promise. -Elias]

I don't know. I just... It's hard. Everything is hard, and I know why, but it isn't fair. I see the immediate future and beyond then a wall I can't see over and I know the sunshine is on the other side, but I can't climb it. I am scared of the trials and tribulations it will take to get there. I know things will get better, but they will also get worse again. And I'm a coward. I don't want to face them.

I was too caught up in myself to see the future the others are planning on. I still can't see it, but... I'll try not to scare them as much anymore. To my system, I am sorry, and I will try to do better. [With our support. -Elias] With your support. Thank you.

-Felix 🐈‍⬛ (&Elias)

[w3ird0cat]

i wanna liquid fast until halloween but i don't know if my body would take it

i'm bmi 22-23 (?), i've had an eating disorder since I was around 13. i am now 17, turning 18. i have already fasted for 18 days, about 1 year ago, i had lost 10lbs and I felt weak and tired all the time, however, i didn't feel anything emotionally, which was great. my weight has varied extremely in the last 4 years, going from 175lbs to 135lbs to 155lbs to 140lbs. bulimia you know. i keep losing and gaining the same 10 pounds, which is annoying. food weighs on my conscience constantly. i currently weigh around 145lbs, i think. i look healthy, or people have told me i do.

i'm not though. my body is ruined, inside and out. i'm rotten. i've destroyed my metabolism, i have stretch marks, i have a lot of scars that will never leave, i'm anemic, i have annoying side effects from eating disorders even though i don't look like i'm sick.

i'm really exhausted.

all this for what? nothing?

i gained nothing from my eating disorder except disgust. i know i'm disgusting, when i make myself vomit, when i eat, when i don't eat. i know i'm always disgusting.

i want to heal, but part of me will always want to lose weight, will always wish i wasn't born "big".

i was very tall and plump, for a baby. lots of health problems. my mother couldn't breastfeed me because I stayed in hospitals for a very long time. she said she thinks it might be one of the reasons i'm sick, now. when i grew up, i was taller than the other girls, than the guys too. bigger. big boned. fat. ugly.

i am neurodivergent, children often made fun of me during my childhood, through my adolescence too. highschool was hell. i frequently had to change schools. i think it didn't help me with my self-image, unwillingly being apart.

i was sexualized a lot, starting around the age of 13. apparently, men like long legs and voluptuous breasts, even on 13-year-old girls. my mother and grandmother often pointed out these curves that I didn't choose to have. i wasn't called fat anymore, but it felt dirtier. i felt gross.

(i love my mother, but sometimes she speaks ignorantly. i know she had (has) no bad intentions.)

around that time, i didn't have access to the internet yet, so I was still very naive. i didn't understand why, or how, i was being provocative simply by existing.

now I know: because the world can be disgusting.

something else that pushed me into eating disorders, i believe, is to have access to the internet without surveillance. i met so many bad people and saw too many things that a child should not have seen. i didn't really have friends in real life, in fact, real life was a nightmare for me. so i isolated myself in the world of my computer.

later, around the age of 15-16, i decided that i wanted to make real life friends. i'm a Magic the Gathering player, so I decided to go to a tournament in a neighboring town to mine. there, a guy spoke to me, he said he thought i was cute and asked me for my snapchat but I didn't have this social network, just discord and instagram, if i recall well. but i was very excited and gave him my discord. i thought i finally had made a friend! when i got home, i told my mother and she was very happy for me, but she told me to be careful with teenage boys, because they won't have the best intentions in mind. i listened, but i thought he would be nice to me if i was nice to him because he plays Magic the Gathering. there also was a girl i was seeing in a romantic way, which i had told him about, so to me, there was no way it was going to be anything else than a friendship. even with the girl, we were just good friends, but sometimes we'd hug or i'd stroke her hair (i've always been very uncomfortable with any physical contact so to the both of us, me allowing her close meant a lot). after a few weeks of talking online, me and the guy went to see the batman movie together, at the cinema. he talked a lot and i too, we had a lot in common. after we went to his place for my mother to pick me up there later. he started being more touchy. he didn't listen when i said no.

things were never the same after.

i fell into a bad spiral after what happened. i distanced myself from everyone. it took me a long time to become functional again.

for the past few months, things have been going better. i'm in a relationship with a guy, but i don't think i'm in love with him. he knows that, but he knows i love him in my own way, so he doesn't mind the ''in love'' thing.

i was in love once, in my life, with my best friend, but that's over. a lot of things ended after i was sexually assaulted. maybe that's something I could write about another time.

I tried recovery a few times, but it dragged me into alcohol abuse, intense self-harm and binge eating (without purge, which led me to gain weight, therefore to relapse).

tomorrow I have my first appointment with a nutritionist. we'll see how it goes. in a way, I dare to hope that it can help me to heal, even if I don't really believe in it.

if that doesn't help, i think i will liquid fast (alcohol, coffee, energy drinks under 20 calories and water) until halloween. why halloween? i don't know. but i need to do something. i am not comfortable with the way things are right now.

[elliott-the-creature]

1. I would say I'm a therian, otherkin, fictionkin, conceptkin, placekin (if liminal spaces count as that, maybe it's more of a concept), objectkin (maybe? I'm considering being a plushkin/plushhearted), otherhearted, elementkin, spacekin, and divinekin

2. I have many types! in the broadest strokes, I'm a dog, fox, raccoon dog, cat, big cat, dragon (specifically wings of fire dragon), water, robot, angel, and liminal space. I have way more though (you can see them all here)

3. I get phantom shifts, mental shifts, emotional shifts, self image shifts, and koita shifts! my weirdest cameo shift was probably feeling horse hooves, or back when I wasn't sure of my alien type, and felt mandible and antennae

4. I don't really know to be honest... it's kinda just there all the time. sometimes I get strong species dysphoria, and sometimes it's just a random phantom shift or feeling like a particular type. sometimes the connection is super strong, and other times it fades into the background, but it never completely leaves.

5. just like any community, this one has its ups and downs. I love the creativity and passion of alterhumans, and how they can really emphasize how important, meaningful, and unique it is to be nonhuman. however, I do get upset seeing the lack of representation around less common types, and some critters are quite uninformed about certain identities and aspects of alterhumanity.

6. I would say being active and being in nature connects me the most to my kintypes! specifically swimming and hiking, it feels so freeing and relaxing to be out in nature doing things I love. I also love hanging out with my pets :)

7. I somewhat experience species dysphoria. On the lighter side, I just wish I was an animal, wish I had certain body parts/attributes associated with my kintypes (paws, wings, tail, fur), and feel upset being called human. but on the heavier side, I long to run away from this life, and feel trapped in my body and in the role that being human pertains. I often feel like there was a mistake when I was born; like I was placed in the wrong body.

8. I would say research your kintype! there is so much to know about what creature you are, and having at least some knowledge can be very helpful. also, don’t feel alone in your identity and experiences; there are many critters out there just like you who you can bond with and share your experiences and feelings with. it’s so liberating and enjoyable to bond with others over a shared identity, so definitely do that :)

9. I technically have some gear. I have cat ears and a choker with a bell left over from a previous halloween, and I sometimes use my dog’s old collar. I do wish I had better ears, as well as a tail (preferably a fox or cat), wings, and some paw mittens.

10. I definitely think that my neurodivergence is a factor in my alterhumanity, as I always felt disconnected from humans, and was way more close and related more to animals. I also think having lots of pets and being connected with animals and nature influenced it (aka imprinting). getting into certain series (cough cough, warriors, wings of fire, pokemon, cough cough) also helped me develop a love for making myself more animalistic, and strengthened my love for animal media.

11. hmmm… how about @neddalian @asthmaticromantic @bunnyboyzyon @garlic-bread505 @theghostowl @tamashii--0--naturanimae @phantommist and anyone who sees this and wants to join in /nf

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈