#that is AUTISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it has been diagnosed.

[jenroses]

It is incredible to me how much My depression was most effectively treated by no longer being gaslit by shitty medical professionals. When I started getting diagnoses that made sense, rather than "we can't find anything wrong." Also "yes, we can help you".

Yes, antidepressants were helpful in specific situations. But invariably for me, the biggest depression trigger has been feeling trapped and unheard.

I do a lot of things for my mental health. I take the tiniest dose of otc lithium... Basically a "people where the drinking water has naturally occurring lithium experience less depression" dose (the pharmaceutical dose starts at 600 mg. I take 5. This seems to put a floor under me, so I don't always feel great but I'm not falling into the pit as easily)

I take a low pharmaceutical dose of duloxetine for nerve pain. It would probably be better if I could take more but I can't risk the drug interactions.

Fish oil seems to help stabilize my ability to cope a lot. Going off it for procedures really fucks up my coping ability.

and choline supplements seem to affect my general capacity for enjoyment of literally anything in life.

Magnesium affects a lot of bodily symptoms for me, mitigating my asthma from chronic to only triggered under extreme circumstances, and affecting my general tension level, as well as easing gut issues.

And by far, the most stabilizing factors involve treating my POTS with hydration and electrolytes and mast cell issues with substantial amounts of various h1 and h2 antihistamines. Because it's hard to get out of bed when you're dizzy and it's hard not to feel anxious when you itch and your heart is racing and you feel like there's nothing you can eat that won't hurt you.

For me, standard doses of one antidepressant or another got me past despair on several occasions but they're not fixing the very real issues making me miserable. The problem isn't my brain, it's my body and the world we live in, the brain is just doing its best and I'm trying to help it along.

Sometimes people need that one antidepressant lifelong, and that's fine. If you can feel substantially better with a single medication, yes, do that!

But for me, the side effects tend to be magnified, and most of my issues with depression are situational and/or treatable by other means. My diagnoses are autism, ptsd, adhd and anxiety, except the anxiety isn't really the thing where you feel anxious for no good reason, but because my life has a lot of things going on that literally if I wasn't worried about them people would be worried that I wasn't responding appropriately to situations that are literally anxiety provoking.

Accepting that, "no, I'm not depressed for no reason, this really just is this shitty" did wonders for my mental health in general. There's nothing wrong with my responses to the world, the world just is that fucked up. It is genuinely difficult to live in my body and anyone would have a hard time with this.

Pacing myself, setting boundaries, asking for help and treating the treatable things has gone a very long way towards helping my mood in general.

90s movies: Psychopharmacology is as good as a lobotomy. If you take pills to treat your mental illness it will literally murder your imaginary friends and you will become a boring, lotus-eating conformist drone.

Me after taking my meds: drives the scenic route home to see if there are any geese on the pond and does a little dance in line at the grocery store and comes home to throw everything​ in my fridge into a stew pot because I can finally taste food again while singing songs at my birds in which I replace all the instances of "she" with "Cheese" and doing a Dolly Parton impression on the phone to my sister

[hvnlygrl]

jj and his gf who has really bad sensory problems, especially at night when they're going to sleep her shirt always bothers her and she gets so fusturated but jj always knows what to do for her

or with loud noises!!! i feel like he'd be the type to practically whisper you to sleep at night because he knows sometimes all the noise is just way too overwhelming

it’s all too much (can’t get enough).

pairing — jj maybank x fem!reader

word count — 1.7k

warnings — overstimulated reader, reader has a panic attack, fluff, super comforting jj, talk of diagnoses and doctors, mentions of throw-up. hurt/comfort.

synopsis — when everything gets to be too much for you, jj becomes the only thing you can stand, and the one thing you crave more than anything.

notes — this is such a wonderful request as someone who struggles with this on a regular basis and relies on my own bf to calm me down and be my peace and my center to ground myself. i love this sm! i hope you enjoy <3

you weren’t sure when it started; the constant overwhelming feelings that consumed nearly every waking moment you had throughout the day. one doctor said it was normal for a girl your age, especially given the things you’d been through, another said that it was due to an anxiety disorder, and one (though you knew this one was totally full of shit) tried to blame it on obsessive compulsive disorder with a hint of autism. 

you had no clue when it got this bad, but you knew that it was reaching the point of becoming unbearable. being in crowds, or anywhere where the background noise was louder than the noise in your mind, made you feel like you needed to puke. clothes that were too tight or too loose, too coarse or too soft, too thick or too thin, drove you nearly to the brink of insanity. it was, as you described it, as if you were completely uncomfortable in your own body at all times. 

hearing people hum, sing, tap, or breathe drove you up a wall, and that was on your best day. it was the thing you hated most about yourself, honestly. you hated that you were so easily agitated, and that you couldn’t help the outbursts that came with it. 

throughout your school years, as it worsened, you lost friends one by one, until all that was left were the pogues and your boyfriend, jj. not like you needed anything more than them, but still.

you had no idea how jj could put up with you being this way, especially for so long, but you were extremely grateful for him. part of you, deep down inside your heart, was petrified that one day he would have enough and realize that he could do so much better, but for now you were willing to bask in each and every moment you got to have with him. 

jj, however, felt the same way about you; he was terrified that you’d wake up one day and realize how broken he was and how unfixable his soul would forever be. 

you were both idiots, admittedly, because each and every one of the pogues could tell just from the way that you looked at each other in docile moments that there was absolutely nothing either of you would take in place of the other. 

since your relationship started with jj, your anxiety got significantly better, with fewer outbursts and a generally happier state of being becoming your new normal. he grounded you to reality, kept you sane and helped you accept yourself for what you truly were. with jj, you never had to hide anything, never had to mask any emotions or thoughts (no matter how dark or upsetting they may be). you knew he would never judge you for anything you felt or thought, having dealt with his own fair share of breakdowns during his time alive. 

when you were crying to the point of hyperventilating over your crop top shirt being too constricting, he would give you his flannel to change into. when your shoes became too tight around your toes, he would pull your favorite slippers from his bag. when your food was too slimy or too crunchy, he’d swap dishes with you. anything to keep you happy, and anything to let you have as close to a normal experience as possible. 

jj was a saint, truly. everything he did, he did through his love for you, never once questioning whatever was bothering you, simply just finding the best fix or alternative to calm you back down. it was beautiful. 

however, as much as jj could do, he couldn’t always fix the problem. some things were still too far beyond anything he could ever understand, and in those cases, he would just hold you, doing his best to keep you contained and feeling as safe and comforted as possible. 

panic attacks were nothing new to you, a weekly occurrence since you were a small child. they stemmed from severe ptsd from your childhood, you knew that. that knowledge felt like it should be enough to be able to push through them when they happened, but it never was. 

a sharp pain in your chest, your internal temperature reaching record-breaking highs, your head spinning and full of loud disturbing thoughts, your breathing becoming erratic and your body trembling. you felt like you were going to puke and pass out all at the same time. 

the first time it happened around jj, he thought he was going to have to bring you to the hospital or call an ambulance. 

the two of you had gotten into a slight, meaningless disagreement over something completely irrelevant. he got a little too loud and before you knew it you had a hand clutching your heart, panting like a dog at the park as you backed as far into the nearest corner as you could. the walls shifted around you, inching closer and closer with every rapid breath you took. you tried to take deeper breaths, attempting to slow your heart before it exploded in your chest, but you couldn’t. you began crying, eyes wide with a thousand yard stare, seeing everything and nothing all at once. 

jj watched you for a moment, in terror as he panicked, completely unaware of what was happening or what he should or could do about it. “y/n? what’s happening, baby?” 

“i-i-” you struggled to catch a breath that would reach your lungs, “i can’t-”

“are you-what do i do?” he moves toward you, hands extended out warily, “what can i do, baby?”

you turned your head up toward the sky as you slid down the wall until you reached the floor. your eyes were pinched shut, as tight as you could get them, as if that would be enough to throw you back to reality. your arms wrapped around your knees tightly, one hand gripping the other as they wrung themselves together. “water,” it was a whisper, your vision full of black spots when you opened your eyes. this one was particularly bad for some reason, bringing you to the verge of passing out. “please.”

“water,” jj repeats, immediately jumping at the opportunity to help you, “uh, uh,” he searches frantically for a cup from the cabinet, realizing that all of the cups are dirty in the dishwasher, “shit!” he goes to wash one before remembering that you had put a few bottles to cool in the fridge when you’d gotten home earlier that day. “stupid,” he cusses at himself as he sprints to the fridge, rummaging through it until he finds one, perfectly chilled just for you. 

he returns, finding you taking deep breaths while humming to yourself softly. it’s rhythmic, though a song he’s never heard before. it’s the song your dad hummed to you when you had the same attacks as a child, he’d hold you, placing a cold washcloth on the back of your neck as he hummed, telling you to rub at the inside of your palms softly to the rhythm. it was an old trick his own mother had done for him when he was a child, and it worked like a charm for you most of the time. 

jj returns with the water, moving slower when he approached you, “i got your water, baby,” he speaks softly, his voice tender yet still slightly panicked. “can i get you anything else? do you want a hug or-”

“can you get me a washcloth, please?” 

he nods and immediately moves toward the bathroom. 

“wet it with cold water,” you call out to him, just loud enough for him to hear it. 

jj follows the instructions, wringing it out in the sink before bringing it back to you. he sits on the floor next to you, mimicking your pose as he watches you intently. 

you take a sip from the bottle before you drop your forehead to rest on the tops of your knees, the washcloth resting on the back of your neck. you continue taking deep breaths as you hum the tune once more, drawing shapes and massaging the insides of your palms. 

after a few minutes, your breathing returns back to normal, your heart rate dropping back to an acceptable rate again. once you feel alright, you turn to look at jj, his concerned blue eyes tugging at your heart. 

“are you okay? did i do something? i’m so sorry-”

“it was a panic attack,” your voice is soft, filled with shame as your gaze flutters between his eyes and his necklace. “i get them a lot. sorry you had to deal with that.” 

“no, no don’t be sorry,” he places a ringed hand on your shoulder, “that wasn’t your fault, baby, don’t be ashamed of that. i’m just glad i could help you. i know what to do for next time, don’t even worry about it, okay? i was just really worried about you.” 

“i know, i’m okay now though,” you nod, your heart warming at his words, “thanks for taking care of me.” 

“of course, y/n,” he scoots closer to you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, “you’re my girl, i’ll always be here to take care of you, babe.” 

you smile, though he can't see it, “i love you, jj.” 

“i love you, y/n,” he repeats, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “anything else i can do for you?”

“i could use a nap,” you huff softly, “that took a lot out of me.” 

“yea, i’m sure it did,” he affirms, “let’s go take a nap then.” 

jj helps you up from the floor, an arm slung over your shoulders as you both make your way down the hallway and into the bedroom. he pulls back the covers for you, turns the fan on, and the lights off. he even brings your water that you forgot to grab from the living room and places it on your nightstand. 

jj slides into the bed beside you, allowing you to get comfortable on his chest as he lies on his back. he rubs a hand on your back, humming the tune you sung earlier softly, putting you right to sleep. he silently prays that you’ll rest as much as you deserve, and that for as long as you’ll have him, he’ll be able to help you more than he could today. he also vows to never be the reason you feel like that again if he can help it. 

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taglist — @rubiehart @ji4ra4l1f3 @baebankz @sarahsangelicdoll

[eggcats]

I feel like everyone should have clocked my autism way sooner, because every time I see a video of the employees at the Jellycat Diner doing their stuffed food spiel for kids, pretending to cook it and everything, I just KNOW my 6yr old ass would have found it dumb as hell. I'd have been like, "You didn't cook that? Or make it? I'm not stupid I can SEE that stuffed hotdog already has the ketchup and mustard on it, do you think I'm an idiot don't talk down to me."

I would have fucking HATED how condescending it felt, 1000%. Like, if my aunt (the only relative I know who would have thought that'd be a good experience for me, my mom knew better) took me there as a child, I - 1000% - would have had to fake my entertainment and excitement, and would have, even at like 6. I'd just have gotten home and told my mom it was stupid.

And no, I'm not misremembering being a child, this is how I was. One time my parents, when I was younger than like 4, took me to a place with an animatronic T-Rex and my child ass threw a fit until we got home because I thought it was real, that they made a real mother T-Rex with a nest full of eggs and then only separated her with a flimsy rope. And I, as an extremely young child, IMMEDIATELY clocked that at some point Miss Mama Rex would get mad and kill everyone there, and so it was MY responsibility to get my parents out of there - not just out of the room, the building entirely. AND I DIDN'T TELL EITHER OF MY PARENTS THIS BECAUSE I ALSO KNEW THAT IF THEY KNEW THE REASON I WANTED TO LEAVE - AS OPPOSED TO BEING A BRATTY AND DIFFICULT CHILD - THEY'D HAVE DISMISSED MY CONCERNS AND STAYED.

My mom didn't find out about this until I was like, 15 and my dad happened to mention that trip and I was like, wait, that wasn't a dream? And my mom was like oh my god it didn't occur to me you'd think it was real and THEN think you'd be in danger because it was real, holy shit if only I told you it was an animatronic.

Because, yes, a normal child might have thought "wow cool real dinosaur!" I guess, but ME, I thought "NESTING MOTHER IS GOING TO WANT TO PROTECT HER EGGS WE'RE IN DANGER MUST LEAVE ASAP." Also, if you were wondering, I DID immediately assume everyone else in that building would die, I'd already written them off as goners I just wasn't gonna let me and my parents be among them.

My mom also would sometimes buy me MoonPies as a treat, and me, being extremely young, thought they came from the moon. Now, I wasn't an IDIOT, I KNEW my mom didn't go to the moon - obviously she bought them from someone who DID. But I knew my mom and I didn't have a lot of money, and was confused at her apparently spending a lot of money to purchase these treats, because I knew they had to cost a lot, buying them from someone who got them from the moon.

I also didn't tell my mom this because I liked them and didn't want to alert her to her frivolous spending when we were dirt poor, lmao.

So yeah. Maybe I was a bit of an autistic child. And seeing people be like "omg I'd have LOVED this as a child!" At videos like from the Jellycat Diner I'm like. Ah. Well. I should have been diagnosed very young, I believe, because I cannot relate.

[barbiegirldream]

sending this on anon because it makes me feel better but I think many of these autistic people haven’t even interacted with other disabled people and they are acting just like aspie superiority people used to, because most of them are what you would call high functioning and don’t have intellectual disabilities. They don’t understand their fellow autistic people and they don’t understand their fellow disabled people. They don’t know how it’s like. Like I’m autistic and I need a lot of support daily but I also probably am a couple years back in development, but I also know there are other people who have different struggles and am always trying to be open and listen to my fellow autistics and fellow disabled folk. Many of those autistic people on twitter get so mad when someone points out negative things autistic people deal with daily but they will also go and claim superiority over autistic person they deem as a bad person because that person struggles with something they don’t. Genuinely these people need to got to meetings with other autistic and disabled people to gain some sort of understanding and empathy for others

There has been a very strong push that Only autistic people get a say on retarded and then Also a push that autism is not an intellectual disability when neither is completely true. There are endless intellectual disabilities out there of varying levels. Autism is a spectrum there are kids who go through life pretty fine or even incredibly good at school or people who need a guide in school or people who can't complete school. Autism diagnoses + bad grades will most likely have your school give you an intellectual disability screening so they can see your cognitive competence.

I'm highly medicated now to control the electrical impulses that want me dead and my brain activity has genuinely increased. But my memory is still poor and only the into the deep end of being a teacher has forcefully restored my capacity for divided attention. Another aspect I as someone living like this and not someone just in twitter discourse I would also shock the heart and brain of any baby I might be pregnant with. Giving me a probable dead baby or an intellectually + physically disabled one something I have been giving a Lot of thought to as I get older. Not because I wouldn't care for and love that baby but I am miserable like this. Do I want that for my child? But I digress like you said understanding and empathy has never ever been anyone's strong suit in the dsmp fandom

[anatombombatallhours]

Hi! I'm a trans man who had top surgery in 2017, and started T in 2020.

Going stealth is not an option for me--because no one would believe me. I routinely get "ma'am"ed, even when I am wearing my most masculine outfit. I live in a VERY progressive city, and I am talked down to and infantilized constantly. I do not do *anything* that I, personally, consider to be feminine to myself, or anything that a gay cis man whose presentation is still masc wouldn't do, and yet I am she/her'd constantly. I cannot remember the last time I wore a skirt or a dress, makeup while not onstage, heels, etc., and day after day I am treated as though it is laughable that I think myself masculine.

I experience misogyny, today, and I experience transphobia, today. I experience misogyny because people perceive me (incorrectly) as a woman, and I experience mistreatment on the basis of being a trans man, CONCURRENTLY.

My voice has dropped but I don't currently have a visible Adam's apple (despite being able to sing baritone now), and I can't grow facial hair anywhere besides my neck. I don't have "free" muscles, and my body hair has only mildly increased in amount and scope.

And I take T weekly.

But even if all of these things weren't true, even if I passed perfectly and could go stealth--that still wouldn't change the fact that it took me 11 STRAIGHT YEARS of therapy for me to be diagnosed with ADHD. ADHD to the point that new ADHD friends, upon being introduced to me or seeing my apartment, *instantly* clock me as one of them.

Why is this important, you ask?

Because if I had been a little cis boy, there is almost no way I *wouldn't* have been assessed in childhood for ADHD and autism. The literal only reason I *wasn't* is because I was assigned female at birth. And with no treatment, only shame, guilt, and abuse, the ADHD has bloomed into one of the most debilitating things in my entire life. All because I was assigned female at birth--so I couldn't possibly have little cis boy-type problems.

That is misogyny. It affects me to this fucking day.

I stand at the intersection of having a feminine identity pushed upon me and being hated for it (sometimes because of my failure to adhere, sometimes because it was ever applied to me at all), and of discovering and choosing my masculine identity and being hated for it.

The people who often hurt me don't do so at the intersection. They go down whichever street is easier for them to cross, and hurt me there.

Passing is not and has never been my main goal. But even in my pursuit to look in the mirror and see a man looking back, I face no shortage of misogyny.

It would be *lovely* if I hadn't experienced misogyny since I started transitioning socially back in 2014. But these past 10 years have been filled with a lot of the same bullshit the first 20 were, and misogyny is no small part.

How dare you tell transmascs not to "debase" ourselves when the world and society treat us like this without our consent. You are blaming us for being oppressed and speaking on our experiences, and *that* is utterly asinine.

wow okay two things

1. not all trans men want to medically transition. some trans men are nonbinary/gender nonconforming/simply dont want to medically transition and just want to or have socially transitioned and they will still experience sexism because they are still perceived by society as women.

2. just because a trans man does transition, a lot of the time he will be perceived as "doing masculinity wrong" by society or he may even be outed or still live in a town where everyone knows what he used to look like before medically transitioning and will therefore still be subjected to sexism because people see him as a failed man/woman.

we do not get the full male experience as soon as we start calling ourselves men. try actually listening to trans men when we discuss our oppression instead of assuming you know our fucking life experiences.

[kittiesjournal]

I want to begin with discussing that different countries have different processes for diagnosing Autism. It typically includes collecting information on early childhood, social understanding (both in observation and discussed experiences), sensory profiles and so on. Countries such as the US and Australia rely on the DSM-5 criteria, which is what I will be discussing today. The DSM-5 is a resource for psychologists and psychiatrists to refer to during assessment practices in any country. It states a list of criteria to receive an autism spectrum disorder diagnosis that I will share with you.

Now that we have discussed what the criteria is I wanted to discuss some comments and misinformation that has been shared online.

Firstly, autistic traits are human traits. You can be allistic (not autistic) and experience some traits of autism. For example stimming and repetitive behaviours are common in everyone for reasons such as stress, anxiety, even excitement. So this does not mean you are autistic, or “a little bit autistic”. You can be passionate about an interest and it not be a ‘special interest’ and you can have sensory sensitivities or dislike certain sensory input without being autistic. This is not gatekeeping autism. It's important to understand you have to meet the currently understood diagnostic criteria of autism to be autistic, not a little bit of it- all the indicated criteria (that in mind please remember some parts of the criteria in the dsm-5 states ‘2 of 4’ ect. And that is part of what I'm referring to).

This can translate into other countries methods and standards for diagnosing autism but it can also be important to research into the established understanding of autism in our current time.  You cannot gatekeep a neurological, developmental disability and you are either autistic or you are not.  

If you are reading this and are confused about what makes something an autistic trait; it is dependent on why you are experiencing this and how it impacts your day-to-day life. I can make more posts in the future about different autistic traits and how they show up but for now you can check out my posts on stimming and special interests!

I also want to make it clear that i do believe self-diagnosis is valid as it is often not an option for people to get a ‘official diagnosis’ due to its cost, family reasons and because there is still a bias in diagnosing autism for white children (mainly boys but more change is happening that includes the diagnosis of more girls). If you believe yourself to be autistic, please research as much as you can to understand yourself and learn what accommodations you can put in place to improve your day-to-day life. 

I wanted to make this post and a stepping stone for undiagnosed autistic people to learn more about autism and a chance for anyone to read through the criteria if they haven't had the chance before. Learning about this criteria back when I was 15 changed my life and then I got diagnosed at 19! (that was about three years i researched and learnt about how the traits show up in my life >3< )

If anyone has any questions about this or would like to share how autism is diagnosed in their country, please feel free to comment!! 

Thank you for reading!!

[krispiecake]

also. if you were wondering. yes i have diagnosed the main character in my show with autism. obviously.

[citricacidprince]

Everyone’s always like “Me and the Bad Bitch I pulled by being autistic”

Where’s MY bad bitch I pulled by being autistic???? Where are you finding these bad bitches who like your silly whimsy and inability to answer the phone???? Please????

[transrevolutions]

expanding on my previous post actually every single oiar employee (including lena) is autistic they all just have different and clashing presentations. that "weird interview" celia and sam were discussing in episode 6? yeah that was just lena attempting to give a poorly-disguised diagnostic test.

[inkyrainstorms]

The Sammy Lawrence Art I mentioned in another post!

I literally can't stop drawing him guys, send help 😭 😭 He's such a fascinating character to me, like I need to stick this guy under a microscope and write a 10 page dissertation him. The ink got to him guys. It called to him.

Like, he's an asshole but a lot of it wasn't his fault. He deserved better.

(Design of Sammy heavily based on the Escape AU by @inkdemonapologist!!) (I hope you don't mind the ping, or me taking inspiration from your designs. He's so fun to draw, I love it)

[frobby]

yukio: nissan i know you're autistic which gives you some leeway but you have to commit to your studies and work hard even though im normal i still-

Rin: i thought that stuff was genetic

Yukio: .......

[thescreamcorner]

"Autistic people are more likely to split fictives" source? Do you have a source? Do you have a source that isnt a tiktok video? Do you have a source that isnt a bunch of fakers and self dxers playing a game of telephone and using "this is my personal experience" as the proof?

[sciderman]

I swear I have read your big post regarding Peter Parker's neurodivergence and why it is best to avoid labelling him, but he definitely has a weird brain

Can't find it and feel kinda sad about it cuz I deeply related to it

i know exactly which post you're talking about and i can't find it either! i've raked through my archive, and it's just - nowhere to be seen. i think tumblr eated it (it happens.)

really, tumblr's search functionality is so so useless, i don't know what to tell you. there are plenty of keywords i can search to find it that post, but the search functionality actually just does not work!

undiagnosed audhd-addled peter parker, my darling, my light, my life, my everything.

i think peter parker's such an interesting creature to write, because a lot of people will point to a certain behaviour about him and say "this is an autistic thing, right?" but a lot of those behaviours are actually, in my head, tied to certain traumas in peter's life too.

people say "oh, the food thing, peter's a picky eater because he's autistic" and yes, absolutely. but also it's tied to his trauma with his parents.

peter gets overstimulated, and yes, it's an autism thing, but also he was bitten by a radioactive spider and his senses are dialled to 11.

it's a similar case i've found for myself, too – where a lot of friends i have kind of diagnose me because i have autistic traits, but actually - i'm hesitant to claim the label or pursue diagnosis because, actually, i know where these certain behaviours come from, and they come from certain traumas. there are events i can pinpoint in my life and say "yep. that's where this behaviour comes from."

so - i think there's a lot of overlap between trauma and autistic traits. the brain is very complex! i think the reason for that overlap is maybe as simple as the fact that people with autism and people with trauma are both doing the same thing - developing behaviours to protect themselves or soothe themselves. so - i think it's nice to be able to see a character like peter parker, who may or may not be autistic, but recognise behaviours in him and see yourself in him.

people who go undiagnosed for whatever reason - people who are really good at masking - so good, in fact, that they have no idea they might be on the spectrum - everyone and anyone at all can look at peter parker and recognise themselves. because i think we discredit the thought that every single brain does the same thing! develops certain behaviours in order to survive. every brain has that same software - we've just all been faced with different hardships that we need to overcome, and that's were all the differences come in.

autism is a spectrum, i guess - everyone falls into it to some degree. and i think events in your life probably push you along on it. but i don't know, i didn't study brain science. probably what i'm saying is very stupid and uninformed. of course there's brain chemistry involved. but i know people in my life living with autism and certain events in their life have exacerbated certain behaviours or made coping with it a lot more difficult. so maybe trauma is a catalyst.

[squishdraws]

cool pose turned stupid meme not clickbait

[original quality below]

[ghostlycod]

it will never not be funny to me when a “I would NEVER bully someone for being autistic! I’m not ableist!” person that I know has bullied me before finds out that I’m being evaluated for autism because it’s always either the stunned silence and “but I was never THAT mean to you” (yes you were) or the “no you’re not! you’re so normal!” (then why did you call me weird and talk shit behind my back?) or the “yeah, we could tell” (ooo go ahead and lean into it, be the bitch I always knew you were)

[b0wi3sgir1]

Nah fuck this shit,

cuz I heard a loud sudden noice 2 HOURS AGO

AND IM STILL STRESSED ABOUT IT AND MY HEART IS BEATING AND I JUST WANT IT TO STOP