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Raise your hand if you're a former gifted kid who would've been diagnosed with autism sooner if only anyone actually knew what it was
outfit and hair looks like sensory hell to me but yes we are coming
True ascended on an iceberg is being involved in all categories, disagreeing with the placement, and being able to come up with other categories that fit the topic (where does french revolution music and pre-1789/peasant revolt music used in a socialist context fit into this? Does history/political meme music focusing on socialism count?) Reblog with icebergs you've found that fit your special interests or post your own!
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Autistic characters should be played by autistic people!
i would punch the next guy that made an “ass burgers” joke to me except my hand eye coordination is crap so i’ll just post about it instead
i hate when people say “mild autism” like b i’m the conductor of the autism train and you’re not even riding in it
what i say to THEM
don’t worry: your lack of kindness and empathy is only a black hole that’s swallowing your soul.
My experience with some people…
Source: unknown to me.
thank you cereal! thank you rice milk! thank you oreos! and diet coke
without you i would die of starvation
how to eat anything not comprised mostly of carbs and or sugar
Improve your chew! [Image description: There’s a very handsome but sad looking teddy bear to the right. Next to him are two bottles of essential oils: one of them is grapefruit and the other is cardamom. In front of the bottles is a chewable necklace: it’s in the shape of a pink fox curled up cozy for a peaceful snooze. End of image description] Chews carefully! I wanted to chew, but could not get used to the lack of flavor. So here’s my news: I found I can put a drop of essential oil and rub it over the chew toy. These are my favorites: grapefruit and cardamom. You might also like peppermint. Be careful to test a drop of the oil maybe on the back of your hand to make sure you are not allergic to anything in it. And I advise using only a drop per toy; even then, probably wipe it with a paper towel, since the oils are not designed for eating! Added benefit: you get some aroma therapy if you are placing oil on a chewable necklace. Teddy bears are optional, but highly recommended
Two books I got in the mail today What a great combination
[Image description: a huge whirlpool of blue water with white waves and ripples. It looks like the ocean is draining out like someone pulled the stopper out of a huge bathtub. End of image description.] VORTEX DAYS A vortex day is a day where one appointment suck all your energy up for the entire day before and after. For example, today I went out for Japanese class which I really enjoy, but from the moment I wake up I have to start fighting with my own irrational negative thoughts that say: “No, it’s too difficult, it’s not worth it, no one will miss you if you don’t go, just stay home.” Then in the midst of this tug-of-war, practical preparations have to be made: my hair is a mess; where the heck is my hairbrush? Oh no, better feed the cat first. I should wash my face...but ugh, no, I don’t want to see how ugly I am. Let’s have a Klonopin and sit down for a while. Oh no, I fell asleep! I’m already late! Rush out the door tripping over things and cursing like a sailor. I do enjoy Japanese class, but when I get back the rest of the day is devoted to recovery. Curl into a ball, pull my hat over my eyes, twist and turn my tangle toy into and out of a thousand knots. Light my butterscotch scented candle, turn on the humidifier, turn on the air purifier and the white noise machine. Ah, finally I’m back in my space capsule. Expeditions to Earth take a lot out of a fragile alien visitor like me!
executive dysfunction
I am a difficult person for me to manage.
[Image description: A woman with red hair standing on the green grass of her back yard next to a small black and grey tabby cat. Both the woman and the cat are inside a small fenced in area about 5 square feet in area.The black thin wire fence is about four feet high. The cat is sitting on a white towel. In the background you can see the larger wooden fence for the whole back yard, and the trunk of a large maple tree. There are a few houses visible behind the fence]
This is a picture of freedom within limits: an autistic red-haired person (me) with my blind cat inside a playpen fence made I think for dogs. This was Nancy’s first time touching the face of Mother Earth! She (mother earth) was touched in a heartfelt manner. It took us a long time to figure out a plan how Nancy (the cat) could enjoy being out of doors safely, and without her companion (me) freaking out. The mission was successful. It took her about ten minutes to venture off the towel onto the grass. Then she walked around the limits of our cage in order to arrive at an accurate assessment of our situation.
Not only the TV shows...so much of what they call “life”...!
Good grief, these Adults behave like Bankers conducting Business as usual with all their rules for Transactions, their suit-and-tie “Oh, Good day and how dee do dee” bullshit. Oh yeah, and my favorite: “Hey, did you see the game last night? Can you believe it?”
Yeah, I can believe it. You have nothing more interesting to talk about.
autistic culture is not being able to get into a lot of tv shows because you just dont understand why most of the drama on the show is Drama when it seems like a Non Issue to you.
[Image description: A flower garden is surrounded by a high brick wall. We see a door in the wall has swung open, but perhaps usually the door is kept closed and locked so that the garden is private and secret. On the ground in the garden there are bright red flowers on the left, and on the right a mix of pink and purple flowers. The brick wall is covered with green-leafed vines. The door is painted light gray, but the paint is old and faded.]
When I go out into the world where the so-called normal people live, I sometimes feel resentful that I have to remain silent about so many things that interest and appeal to me. I feel I have to remain silent, because if I talk about these things I may get enthusiastic and go on for too long, and other people will find this annoying. In any case, they don’t want to hear about them. When I get enthusiastic, I get hopeful that they too may find these things interesting, but I am almost always disappointed. So it’s safer to be silent about them.
On the other side, I feel disdain for them and I also feel sorry for them. I think: “I have a secret garden with so many beautiful flowers in it, and it’s visited by honey bees and butterflies. And my cat is there too, playing in the grass. You people have no idea what you’re missing!”
In a way, the fact that the garden is secret makes it more beautiful and more cozy to be in. But to be honest I do sometimes have daydreams about having a friend to share it with.
This post is based on the idea for The Secret Garden, a book by Frances Hodgson Burnett, first published in 1911.
[Description of image: there’s a soldier standing in full body armor because it’s his/her job to defuse bombs. The soldier looks like an astronaut because the suit is so thick and heavy and includes a helmet and dark glass shield over the face. Next to the soldier there is a robot device with a gun and camera. The robot device would be controlled remotely by the soldier.]
I sometimes feel like the character in The Hurt Locker. As a queer autistic person, I feel I have to get suited up in protective armor before entering the heteronormative world. I never know if I’m going to set off a trigger in their normal world, which will cause them to blow up at me and say, “That’s so inappropriate!” or “You’re so childish” or ridiculous or annoying. Those are bombs exploding in my face. But the triggers are hidden and I don’t know the rules for avoiding them. So their normal world is like a minefield for me.
Earth Visitor
I read somewhere that many people on the autistic spectrum feel like aliens looking in on human society from the outside. It certainly is how I feel. I don’t believe it’s actually true, but I find it helpful to play with this idea and develop my story.
I found a planet called Kepler 452b, which is one of the many planets astronomers have identified as conducive to some form of life. I like the name, because Johannes Kepler was a super cool guy, so I decided that’s where I’;; be from. And I’ve decided that I’ve been sent here to Earth on a mission.
Mainly my mission is to observe and try to understand what’s going on here in human society and its relationship to the rest of the amazingly lush and diverse life forms. If possible, Mission Control authorizes me to communicate some messages that may help to redirect the destructive behavior of humans.
The idea that I have my own mission from my home planet is very helpful. By the standards of the neurotypical, heteronormative, capitalist human world, I will always be labelled a failure. “Fine by me,” I try to tell myself. “We have a very different set of standards on Kepler 452b. By our standards, most of you people are failures! So there! Take that, Earthlings!”
In this blog, I’m going to continue the story like this--communicating with others on the spectrum, doing what I can to cultivate autistic culture, and recording my observations as I compile my report before I return to my home planet.
Time is short. I must complete my assignment to the best of my ability.