Tag: actuallyautistic

Heads up minors with Autism on this website

strangerdarkerbetter:

insertgempunhere:

The Stimming tag is full of Porn.

Please be aware.

Since this stuff doesn’t bother me too much, I went through the tag and reported as many posts as I can.

Unfortunately, as I’ve discovered when searching for stim toys online, stim is used in a pornographic sense to refer to electric stimulation so we may continue to see porn infiltrating the tag.

I would suggest finding other tags to use

This is an unfortunate case of dual usage, not an appropriation, so please don’t give hate to porn or adult blogs over this. It’s been a word commonly used in the kink communities for at least a decade, probably longer. It’s something to be aware of, but not a territory where there can only be one. Kink has an equal claim. Tag your stuff accordingly.

rogueoftimeywimeystuff:

The belief that someone might be faking it means they don’t deserve help is one of the greatest social ills put upon us as a society.

Let me explain:

With every charity there will be at least 5% of people (more or less depending) that look like they don’t deserve to benefit from the charity due to their clothes, phone, ability to walk, looking cis or het, looking white or any outwards sign of privilege that they might seem to show.

In actuality, about 0.01% of these people either do not qualify for the charity in question or actually have the privilege that they look like they have.

An example:

You are at a food bank. Mrs. White come up in a shiny Escalade with 4 kids all piled in the back. She comes in to get food for her, her husband, and her 4 kids. Immediately after they leave, you hear one of the other volunteers criticizing the fact that these “obviously well off individuals” are coming in for food.

In reality: Mrs. White’s husband was in a car accident that cost him his ability to walk for long periods of time, the car, and his ability to work. The insurance company paid for the escalade (a dream car of the husband’s) and disability allows them to keep the house, but Mrs. White is barely able to work part time to take care of her husband and the kids. They rely on the donations at the food bank to get by.

Another example:

You see a pair of people walking in the pride parade that look cis and het and are being affectionate at Pride. You hear someone snarl about invaders.

In reality: They are both trans or Bi and this is their first Pride being out.

Another example:

A person on the internet talks about their experience with Autism and how it means they have a hard time working. They’re self-diagnosed.They’ve gotten jeering comments about how they’re faking it and making it hard for real Auties.

In Reality: They’re autistic but can’t afford a professional diagnosis because they have a hard time working and they showed atypical traits as a kid.

I could go on and on.

I’ve heard it all. From just about anyone. But mostly? Mostly I hear it from people who think that if you don’t fit the stereotype you don’t deserve help. That you must be in the very lowest place you can be before you get help. But that’s simply not how it should be.

We should reach kids before they’re on the verge of death, someone before they’re on the street, a person before they’re grasping at the end of their rope. And if we were able to do this, maybe more people would feel comfortable asking before they had no other option than to beg for the scraps that society can leave them.

Society’s greatest illness isn’t those who fake need, but those who think that that tiny bit of people who don’t need the help asking for it is worth forsaking everyone else who does.

ruffboijuliaburnsides:

maltedmilkchocolate:

Time blindness is the weirdest aspect of executive dysfunction and so weird as an experience to live with.

It’s like you see the clock, the clock says 3pm, you look at the clock again and it’s 3:02, then 3:05, and then you look again and it’s 8pm and WHAT THE FUCK.

You don’t even need hyperfocus. But hyperfocus is like the Warp Speed:tm: version cause when that hits, it’s 3pm and then it’s the next day and why is the sun rising and when did i last eat and oh god i need to use the bathroom. And oh, also, you’re EXHAUSTED. The act of your brain tunnel visioning on something drains you (but that’s another topic).

Time blindness is…. having the general knowledge that today is Wednesday, and you need to do something on Thursday. Thursday is logically tomorrow, but the mysterious void of time is like ‘that’s like next week or something.’ 

It’s knowing you have to do something in three weeks on the 21st. And as the days creep closer, the 21st is stuck in a constant state of still being 3 weeks away, despite the fact it’s now tomorrow.

It’s wild. ADHD is literally living in a constant state of “There is Now. And there is Later.” and there’s no in between; no dates, no times; no hours, weeks, or months. It’s just Now and Later, and oh god why is is X o’clock already!?

Holy shit someone actually described my relationship with time wtf.

This was something I thought everyone experienced in my prediagnosis state, until I wrote about it in a short story and a teacher told me it was bad writing because ‘time doesn’t do that’.

I got my copy of this yesterday, watched it this evening, and I loved it. It’s not a film with an overblown, fantasy finale. It’s a film about having the freedom to live your best life, and the freedom to explore exactly what that means, in your own time. There’s a quiet kind of triumph to Michelle’s journey, and that’s more real and precious than any artificial ableist narrative of normality.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

allstoriesarereal:

puddlecomic:

if you’ve been trained to to dislike yourself for enjoying anything due to years of being told you’re annoying clap your hands 👏👏👏

if I listed out every particular instance that was met with negativity enough for me to stop feeling comfortable talking about it, this comic would be like 50 panels.

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Okay so this is so important. Please don’t ignore this post if you think it doesn’t apply to you, because even if it doesn’t, it could be happening to someone you care about. And it may seem like nothing, it feels like it’s nothing for a while but after hearing people say just how boring or dumb something you love is… well, you start to believe it. Before you realise it you find yourself not finishing stories or sentences because there’s a voice in your head saying “shut up, no one cares” and just like that those things you used to love so much lose their spark. They no longer make you as happy as before, everything is tainted and you hate yourself for not fitting in, for not being as interesting as everyone else. Because if everyone says you aren’t then they must be right?
But no! It’s not true and you tell yourself that everytime, but it’s not enough. You have to learn to love the things you used to love again.

In my case, I’ve missed out on so many experiences because of this. I had given up trying to make people see the things I like aren’t a waste of time. But I’m slowly trying to claim them back.

So please, if someone you know ever tells you something about them or about what they like please listen to them. Even if you don’t really enjoy the thing they are telling you about, if they matter to you please listen. That simple action could mean the whole world to them.

This happens to so many people, but especially to autistic people. We are told this, often daily, by those around us, that we are boring, that our interests are boring or inappropriate or ‘too intense’. That we should be other than we are to be interesting to other people, or we’ll never be acceptable or have friends. This is done by family, friends, teachers and medical professionals ‘for our own good’, and is seen by society as benevolent, not abusive.

Guess what.

Our interests are great. They give us joy. They often enable us to have friends all over the world. They make a messed up, scary existence less horrible.

And being acceptable to neurotypical bullies just isn’t the grand prize they seem to think it is. We are wonderful just the way we are.

Autistic Magazine PDF Link

strangerdarkerbetter:

aspie-jake:

Hopefully this works, I’ve never tried to share a google drive link before so I’m not sure if I did it right. Anyway if you weren’t aware since the start of January I have been working on a magazine for my senior project that is meant for autistic people and by autistic people. I have received a lot of contributions from other autistic people on my blog in the form of submissions to sections like the positivity section for example, art for the art section, and articles. Most of the magazine was done via submissions from other autistic people. Except for the school advice section which I wrote based on my own experience, and the autistic celebrity and autistic character sections which I wrote myself after doing research. Last week I turned it in at the end of my final class (and I got an A on the magazine by the way 😊).

That’s awesome!! It turned out great!!

Autistic Magazine PDF Link

strangerdarkerbetter:

candidlyautistic:

anonymousspaceman:

Ok y’all I need to know: are you a tight clothes autistic or a baggy clothes autistic? Do you buy everything a size up or a size down?

Size down. Tighten up those clothes. Show off that ass. Flash those ankles. Set the world on fire. Hide under the table in a panic.

#Mood

I want my clothes to cling to my body like a second skin (well, at least the bottom layer of clothes. Other layers can be swishy)

Everything loose except underwear, shoes, socks and wristwatch. Can’t stand those things too loose. Tight stuff on my feet and wrists actually helps me be grounded. I have a pair of polar fleece bondage cuffs that I’ve taken all the buckles off that are great for this and help me avoid meltdowns in public.