Forest of Keys

Formerly ecclectic-luna-witch

[nealashitposts]

Had a lil narcoleptic episode today and my niece told my very worried friend who thought I had just died “Don’t worry! Auntie has Necromancy!” and then WALKED AWAY without explaining further leaving my confused friend like

[the-ghost-king]

has this thread made it on to tumblr yet?

[headspace-hotel]

the discussion about whether aliens would have original sin is at least 500ish years old

One day I will make a post about what people thought about aliens throughout time because it is an underrated fact that we've been thinking about aliens for all of human history

[pankendev]

every social interaction i initiate feels like i’ve violated like 15 untold rules

[evilwizard]

like 90% of all riddles only work because we don’t have the language to talk about them succinctly. is the ship of theseus still the ship of theseus if every piece of it has been replaced? well, its tribberly is intact but its quonk is gone. tribberly means the idea of something while quonk means the actual atoms that make it up, by the way. there riddle solved. “boohoo but you still haven’t answered the question; does a ship’s quonk or its tribberly determine whether it’s the ship of theseus?” subjective. figure it out amongst yourselves. it’s literally simple it’s subjective it depends on who you ask there’s nothing paradoxical here. “when a tree falls in the forest but nobody hears it, does it make a sound?” it makes a splornk but not a glibbitytoop. you absolute fuck

[mortimermcmirestinks]

this is a really good point. fuck dude. this is a REALLY good point

[forepop]

my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.

me: i would just give it to you.

my dad:

[androfembot]

in elementary school we had. basically an immersive economics lesson that was "playing City," with different jobs and businesses; it was mostly semi-free time for socializing and selling/buying toys and snacks from each other. one of the lessons we were supposed to learn was the importance of paying a small amount of money into health and/or business insurance, because you had a chance of being hit with the Daily Disaster and a huge bill.

anyway, some kid who didn't buy insurance got hit with a "medical bill" early on, so he was supposed to be bankrupt and have to sit the rest of the game out. the 8 year olds were not having it and spontaneously invented crowdfunding so he could keep playing with everyone else.

kids who don't 'get it' are right, actually

[anarchapella]

Unpopular opinion: not everything that makes you uncomfortable is bad. Sometimes discomfort means your worldview is being challenged. It’s okay to sit with discomfort and think about where it’s coming from.

[quasi-normalcy]

#Frankly some of you need to be uncomfortable more often#Me too probably idk

[jasontoddsguns]

Speaking of being autistic and dating, did i ever tell y’all about my first boyfriend?

[jasontoddsguns]

I was like 15-16? and realized that I was the age where it was common to start dating. I was curious about the hype and didn’t want to to an outlier so I decided to get myself a boyfriend. I asked a random boy, who was above average in height and looks, for his number. After that I got straight to the point and asked him out.

Our first date was at a movie theater, because I believed that was a common first date. Our second date we went mini golfing, I kissed him on the cheek because I decided he was to timid to initiate it and I had to fulfill the normal second date requirements. Our third date was at the zoo, pro-protocol, I kissed him. This was because out of the many people I interviewed, the 3rd date was commonly decided to be the “kissing date”

We continued to date some more after that. On our 6th date, he tried to say “I love you”-I cut him off by saying “nope” as it was far to early for that according to general consensus. (Also I didn’t feel comfortable saying that to him). After I had decided that I fulfilled the healthy teenage milestone, I broke up with him. Overall I was satisfied and didn’t want to go further until I was older. I told him the basic, “it’s not you, it’s me” and paid for his food and left. I was super happy afterwards, as I now had more free-time.

My parents still refer to these events as my “experiment”. I refer to it as, “that time I decided I needed a boyfriend”

[areuserious-deactivated20250620]

why were you treating being a teenager like a list that you had to check off and complete 😭😭😭😭 sjkjskjaskjkas

[jasontoddsguns]

I didn’t want to get a bad grade in “being an average person”

[jasontoddsguns]

[forestofkeys]

Forgot this blog existed again.

Trauma season is hitting early this year.

I'm constantly vibrating with anxiety.

[forestofkeys]

We Dont Need Fixing - We Need Change

I wish Allistic society would understand that Autistic people don't need fixing - the problem is not Autism.

Living as an Autistic person in this society is hard as hell, and a massive part of that is because society is a very hostile environment for us.

Every time we go out, we are going into a war zone. Our reactions are in line with OUR experiences.

We are expected to Control + Conform at all times - Even when the world's exploding around us.

So instead of funding a cure, eugenics, ABA, locking us away, and punishing us for being different, try learning about the circumstances that are making life so damn unlivable for Autistic people, and collaborate to fix that.

[furiousgoldfish]

so you are telling me that you had to feed your own child, that you had by your own volition? wow what a lucky child to not be murdered by starvation on purpose! They should bow to you and never hold you responsible for any kind of damage you cause to them, because after all, you didn’t kill them, and you could have! You should always get credit for not murdering your child, as murdering them is the norm! You say you also gave them a roof over their head? You mean to tell me you already had a home, and your blessed kind soul, you didn’t kick your own child out to die on the street? And your child still tries to make you feel bad for traumatizing them? Wow what an ungrateful monster, it’s clear from your insane amount of sacrifice that you had the right to do whatever you want to them, after all they’re your property, and not alive human being who has the right to survival and resources and safety from harm! You gave them clothing also? Well then you are a parent of the year, how will your child ever repay you this enormous service of being allowed to own clothing, it wouldn’t have reflected bad on you at all if you forced them to walk around wearing nothing when it was clear you could have afforded them clothes!

Sharing resources and providing living place to your children is the bare minimum, and your fucking duty. You owe that to your children. If you want credit for that much, you shouldn’t have had children at all. If you think not murdering, starving and humiliating your child is something you can hold as a leverage to threaten them, make them feel guilty, make them feel like they owe you, and force them to repay you, you’re not a parent, you’re holding your children hostage. You’re a burden on their lives, and a fucking parasite who should be disposed of. All that you own should belong to your children immediately.

[kipplekipple]

I went out with 3 of my friends today. I found a place that claimed to have wheelchair accessible walks, and we went off the path, and my wheelchair got stuck a thousand times.

We laughed so hard, and they pushed me (I can't propel myself very far) and we took photos and we laughed more and we went through mud and fine sand and thistles, and then we ate croissants at a café and when we got back to the car we had ice cream and

I wish I could go back to my child self and show them this day. I wish I could say, One day you'll be part of things and people will be glad to have you around, and they won't complain about pushing you up a steep grade or through a bog, and they will want to hear your shitty jokes and when you gasp and say LOOK A BABY BUNNY they will stop to look and it will be exactly as magical as you're imagining now.

You can find a place where you're appreciated and loved and supported. You can. I believe it.

[cripple-punk-dad]

I went to a carnival with my friends the other day, and even though my shoulder was dislocated all of them were willing to push me wherever we went, and when they went on the rides I couldn't go on, I sat and took pictures of them so we could all remember the day. I bought cheesy dinosaur shirts and we all found matching cow shirts. We went through the fair and found little Lego sets that we all loved, and when I got overwhelmed all of them were willing to find a quiet spot to sit and relax in. Even when I started having a tic attack, we left very quickly and got pizza.

I really needed this post to remind me that it's easiest to feel like you're a burden when people treat you like a burden. But I promise you're not, you'll find people who want you around.

[bostonbakeddeans]

I bought a house with my partner. I am allowed to paint the walls exactly the way I want them painted, in exactly the order I want them painted. I put up the painter's tape myself and I pull it down (so satisfying). I decide if the walls need another coat or if a spot needs touching up, and I am not shamed or berated for my "pickiness". In fact, my partner walks in and says "wow, it looks amazing in here. Great job, handsome." He does not touch me when I am sweaty and sore, but waits until I have had my shower and come back to myself.

The food in our cupboards is food I will eat - or at least our cupboards contain nothing I hate and am expected to eat anyway. There is always something to snack on for when food is Bad and eating is Hard. There are no doors on the cupboards, the better to remember that food exists and can be accessed easily.

There are soft things everywhere. The lights are kept low and soon we will put up fairy lights for supplemental lighting. My sensory needs are met and respected, and I am safe.

My partner puts my walker in his car and drives me places - and does not object when I would rather be the one driving, relinquishes control as easily as breathing. He checks to make sure I am okay, that I am not pushing too hard; he believes me when I say I can or cannot do something. He slows down to keep pace when I am tired or in pain, and never, ever rushes me.

You will build a home some day, and it will be just as beautiful and safe as mine.

[tired-and-healing]

I now live in a place where there is no screaming or yelling. I no longer walk on eggshells by simply existing in my own home. There is no more pressure on me to sacrifice my limited energy to do more because there is no desperate need for me to escape.

The dishes are allowed to stay in the sink overnight and the world does not explode if the bathroom is not cleaned top-to-bottom weekly before Sunday evening. My roommate and partner believes me when I say I cannot do something, and I feel safe and comfortable to ask for help when I need it.

I am unlearning the involuntary hesitation of inviting people to my home, and learning that it's okay to let people in even if their time in my life is only temporary.

I never would have been able to imagine this as a teenager, or even through college. It does get better. It's worth hanging around for.

[ramblingandpie]

When my wife and I were newly dating, it was clear that I had progressive mobility limitations.

We are now married with two great kids. There has been a lot of communication to navigate sometimes-competing access needs. Before Covid, we did a fair amount of traveling. We got bunk beds because she is a light sleeper and I snore and flail. When she herniated a disc in her back, we had them separated and now have separate beds in the same room. I have a massive pillow nest so I can arrange my limbs however I want to reduce pain.

I love my family so much and even though sometimes things can get frustrating and we're all humans, we're all a team. I can't imagine life without them.

[doctorwhommm]

do u like doctor who or do u just heavily relate to a morally complex queer aspec adhd asd alien idiot who rly wants friends and thrives off escapism and jelly babies xx

[neil-gaiman]

my father has asked why your name is neil gaiman and not neil straightman

Yup. That's why they call them dad jokes.

[soliqz]

[1spooky-dad]

Never knew what love really felt like until i moved in with my best friends and realized that i didn't like staying in my room all day, and id much rather take naps on the couch where one or both of them are in the same room, doing their own thing peacefully. They make fun of me for all my dad naps, but it's so peaceful and comforting to fall asleep around the people you love and know that they'll look out for you and/or wake you up if something happens. I spent all day Saturday asleep, literally woke up late, got breakfast, sat down on the couch, and konked out for an hour. Woke up, vacuumed, went back to sleep. Woke up to make some chips, went back to sleep. When they leave town without me i can't take my couch naps cause it's not as comfy without them there. Humans are made for communities. Humans are made for best friends. Humans are made for napping with someone nearby who loves you.

[many-but-one]

People with DID: *talking casually about the most fucked up trauma that can be done to a person, much less a child, as if talking about the Saturday morning cartoons*

Non-traumatized folks: *horrified* Oh my god!!! I am so sorry that happened to you!!!

pwDID: Haha it ees what it ees

[forestofkeys]

Hello Again???

I remember literally nothing about what's been posted on here in the past, or when I last posted. I forgot social media existed again. Ooop.

Well.... My worlds on fire, as per usual.

Im writing a musical. Mostly for myself, I dont expect it to ever become a real show. My nightmare roommate finally moved. My housing situation is unstable. Im broke af (more than usual). My routines are held together by sheer desperation at this point because outside forces keep cornering me into changing them.

My autistic brain cannot function under the current conditions. I keep missing pills, cancelling plans, my sleep/wake cycle is inverted, I cant function well enough to do my meal prep, and so I keep ordering take out once a day just so I eat something. I'm stuck in this crisis state till other people make their moves, and if I push too hard, it'll all collapse, if I go too slow, I'll end up homeless.