I felt like I was having mid life crisis at 9
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@autismmeltdownoftheday
I felt like I was having mid life crisis at 9
You know the depression goes hard when you can’t even sit down without going limp for 20 minutes
the adventuring party short
honestly it’s kind of upsetting how much of the autism experience is just being shamed out expressing yourself in any way that’s normal for you and learning to keep everything to yourself so you’re not shamed for being weird and then being shamed for being so quiet because it’s also weird to be quiet but if you tell this to anyone else they’ll say “why do you care so much what people think” and that’s when the ancient ape part of your brain gets ready to beat them to death
YOUR ART ON TUMBLR IS BEING USED TO TRAIN AI!
The setting that prevents your work being used to train AI models is turned off by default! I had no idea about this until now! Artists, go to your settings, click “visibility”, and turn on this setting! Protect your work!
《Made a visual guide of how to get there, because it's under a weird tab.
Go to your blog (you have to do this for each individual blog) and the visibility tab
It's this last option here
Hate this shit, but turn it off babey》
Tell me more
I wanna memorise the stories that you tell
I wanna remember your sorrows that you share
I wanna know your favorite things like the back of my hand
Share them with me and I’ll write them down in a notepad of my memories for when my mind goes
I just feel so behind everyone else. Emotionally, physically, etc. I don’t know how to deal with or feel my emotions right. I thought my first fear would to be beaten within an inch of my life but I think I’d take that over waking up one day to everyone I love disappearing overnight and never talking to me again.
I cant love someone who hates me
I want to cry like a little kid in my mommy’s arms
But I don’t want to cry in yours
I want someone else
But I have no one else
I want a mommy who loves me
forced caretaking as a trope i think is like cocaine to people who know they need to be taken care of but have mental blocks in the way like yeah please do gently force me into a state of vulnerability so my body learns it is a safe thing to feel around you
This has gotta be a hit with the girlies who have always wanted something terrible to happen to them just so people realize they're in more misery than their outward appearance lets on
How do people keep their desire to live??
You don’t want to talk to me “of all people"
haha… wow. I mean, I know you’re the blunt type but geez. That really hurt. and then I asked you about it later and you pretended you forgot? I know I’m hard to talk to but damn. I really can’t tell when you’re trying to spare my feelings or you mean the nice things you say. When you say stuff like this it makes me think you mean none of it.
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why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.
There are just something’s you don’t get to know because they’re none of your business.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m disabled or because I’m lazy but I’m not able to do the things you want from me. I can’t remember how we met, I can’t remember your birthday without writing it down, I can’t remember we had a call an hour ago, I can’t remember your parents names, I can’t remember your last name, I can’t remember your favorite color, and I can’t remember the things you asked me to do. I’m not a good person to be around and I’m sorry for that. You should leave but I don’t want you to. I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you. For any of you. but please don’t leave me.