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Last night i chopped off all my hair in the bathroom and now i look like a MODEL. I love my new pixie cut
I have so many mental disorders and i don't know which one to blame right now. Is it the ADHD? The depression? The autism? Who fucking knows
Ao3 is down, so now there is nothing to stave off my mental breakdown
On going non-verbal
I notice when I read about being non-verbal, how it feels and what it is like is very diverse and different for everyone.
I just went nonverbal during first period and targeted learning at school. That is um… Two or three hours? I don’t actually know.
This is how it felt for me.
The world moved a bit slower and my movements were slower.
I tried focusing on my lips and throat, imagining sounds coming out of them but I couldn’t even hum. It was like pushing against a wall. I couldn’t even open my mouth.
It wasn’t really painful, and I was using emergency chat to communicate. I was able to use the correct words and find words in the chat so it wasn’t that I didn’t have words.
It was more like, I wasn’t processing the steps I needed to make to form sounds and vowels and consonants and make actual words. It felt like what I feel when my executive dysfunction is messing with me.
Trying to make myself talk was draining and I am kind of tired now. I don’t think I could have a coherent conversation now actually. I can now make noises and verbally stim. But when I tried to talk at the end of class after I was able to get my mouth parts moving, my words were blocky and hard to find and translate into sounds.
I wonder if this is how it’s like for others who go non verbal.
Reblog with your experiences if you wish. Maybe this could turn into a conversation on what non verbal episodes feel like and what they are to people.
~modrat
Thank you for writing this, I have not been able to explain this before.
This is very similar to how it feels for me. It feels like pushing against a wall trying to even get my mouth to open, and sometimes I can’t nod or shake my head either. Even if I know exactly what i want to say it can be like I’m trapped inside my head, which is very frustrating. It also goes in stages, something like: 1) completely irresponsive 2) able to nod/shake to yes no questions 3) able to nod at the correct option from a list 4) able to say individual words in response to a well known script (e,g.) “where is your bag?” “Classroom.” And so on.
Usually what happens when I’m stressed out, and any kind of communication including writing is very difficult and tiering for me, and I sometimes can’t even think clearly what I want to say, like there is white noise in my head. Sometime I an non verbal and not over stimulated, and in these cases I can write/use hand gestures and it is less tiering.
I also find after the first time I manage to speak it becomes easier from then on.
I explained my non verbal episodes as to what it was like that day, so yah I relate to this. I have moments when I am completely unable to respond, but I get put into dangerous situations because of that. Teachers threaten to call my parents. My parents will yell at me if I don’t respond. And people get frustrated around me.
It feels like I have to physically fight and pull myself out of it so I can at least nod yes or shake no. I have to take time to think of every single word and slowly force it out of my mouth and it’s usually “shut. Down. No. Speak.”
It helps to know that I’m not the only one to experience this kind of non verbal shut downs. (These are usually my shut downs. I have non verbal episodes where I’m not actually shut down and can communicate in other ways then speaking) within the autistic community. Thank you for your impute.
When I go nonverbal, it’s like there’s absolutely nothing wrong, I’m fine, except I cannot speak. Sometimes it’s due to stress, I’ve noticed it happening when I get sick, and sometimes it’s random. I can feel it in my throat, like there’s pressure, maybe an obstruction. I try to speak but nothing comes out, and I have to spend the next hour, six hours, as many as three days gesturing and writing things down. If it’s not as bad, I can whisper, but it takes serious effort. Or sometimes I can get words out, but they’re single words or sentence fragments.
I’m learning ASL to cope with these episodes, and I carry a notebook and pen with me everywhere. The first page says, “Hi! I’m having a nonverbal episode. I’m fine, I just can’t speak. You can talk to me, I’ll just need to write responses down or gesture.” It’s been working very well for me.
It’s extra fun because these episodes keep happening at the school where I work as a teacher’s assistant for elementary schoolers, who cannot read, but the kids are getting pretty good at figuring out what I mean from my hand gestures, tapping and drawing.
In honour of disability pride month, we made a disability Pride Knight! Stay proud! ⚔️🌈
BEAUTIFUL!!
Ok, so like I knew representation was important. You see other people like you in media and you think wow, I can have what they have. I knew that. And then I read this one fanfic…
So I’m asexual, I want nothing to do with anybody’s zuchinni and/or love cave thank you very much, however I am also the kinkiest person I know. Just exclusively with myself. And so I was kinda struggling with it, like I still want a partner, am I just going to keep everything to myself forever? Like still no sex but maybe I’d want to be intimate with someone else, is that forever out of reach because I don’t want to have sex, or even kiss with tongue?
MY FEARS HAVE BEEN SOOTHED, GOOD TUMBLRINAS! The fic I just read featured an ASEXUAL GAY COUPLE who are into BDSM and do lots of kinky stuff that I very much enjoy, without ever going anywhere near the dicks. And it’s so kinky and so respectful and loving and just like
I can have a relationship like that? If I find someone? There are people out there like me, I could have a real relationship that fulfills my needs and doesn’t force me to compromise my boundaries and I’m crying just a little bit omfg
WHO WOULD ATTACK A FANFIC ARCHIVE. WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH MY BATFAM CROSSOVERS AND SMUT COLLECTION. PLEASE GIVE THEM BACK
Ao3 is down and I am on the verge of an anxiety attack. I was in the MIDDLE OF A FIC
Barbie Fairytopia: A Disability Narrative That Sucked (rant)
The movie Barbie Fairytopia is a damaging and ableist story. The main protagonist, Elena, is a fairy with no wings. She is mercilessly bullied for her disability, and the way she deals with it is to turn the other cheek, which is a dangerous message to give to children in and of itself. She has significant trouble navigating her home which is in an extremely hostile landscape that she has had to adapt to getting around in, and in fact most of the scenes take place in buildings and landscapes that are extremely difficult to navigate if not outright dangerous for someone who cannot fly. There are other species without wings, as seen by the two androgynous rhyming gnomes that lead Elena to the dryad, but there are no widespread accommodations whatsoever in the movie. This becomes a problem because the antagonist created a poison that makes fairies lose the ability to fly, so suddenly Elena is now the only fairy used to getting around without wings. As she goes through the story, her challenges are almost exclusively caused by the hostile architecture and landscape. There are often massive drops that would be ridiculously dangerous for anyone who couldn’t fly for any reason. And worst of all, at the end of the story, she wins against the antagonist by having the character and moral fortitude to not to accept wings from the antagonist at the price of the destruction of the world. Then as a reward she is GIVEN WINGS. It’s a fucking cure. 1) That’s awful because disabled children watch and think oh my leg will grow back or oh I can work hard and eventually not be disabled. No. And because it totally erases all her hard work and the way she actually managed to come out on top even when faced with massive challenges stemming directly from the society’s unwillingness to accommodate physically disabled fairies. By giving her wings. She didn’t need wings that was what the story was about. In this essay I will
Anxiety is fun, because sometimes I’m rational and I can deal with my life, and then I have a fucking anxiety attack over not being able to wear my favorite purple skirt at my new job.
I am reading Miraculous fanfiction and echolalia has decided that every single time I repeat a line out loud it will be in a truly awful french accent.
EVEN WHEN AMERICANS ARE TALKING.
HEY you know what’s fun about autism? I didn’t know I was being lowkey bullied by a bunch of people in my class until they all ganged up on me in a “debate” that the prof not only encouraged but participated in
Had a meeting with the prof where she gaslit me for 50 minutes while I was crying and then I found out from another member of class that the guys who started the incident were bullying me on purpose all semester, so not only did she not notice bullying in her classroom but she encouraged it
So NOW I have a meeting with the Associate Dean because everyone’s fucking ableist and discrimination is fun
It’s still fuckin wild that I can be the subject of bullying and not notice. I mean it’s not new, it’s just wild
There is an OBSTACLE between ME and the TASK and now the task has become IMPOSSIBLE
I want to sew but my desk is covered in random shit
this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak
weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:
chipotle order?
thoughts on veganism?
a specific color that gives you the ick?
mythical creature you think/believe is real?
favorite form of potato?
do you use a watch?
what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?
do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?
on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?
anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?
brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?
first thing you’re doing in the purge?
do you think you’re dehydrated?
rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning
thoughts on mint chocolate chip?
an anxious compulsion you do everyday?
your boba/tea order?
the veggie you dislike the most?
favorite disney princess movie?
a number that weirds you out?
do you have an emotional support water bottle?
do you wear jewelry?
which do you find yourself using, american or british english?
would you say you have good taste in music?
how’s your spice tolerance?
what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?
last meal on earth?
preferred pasta noodle?
ask me anything !
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The biggest thing I've learned to help manage my ADHD in regards to getting things done is to Follow Those Impulses
(I'm not saying this will work for or is even a good strategy for everyone, but in my own situation it's helped me.)
I'm like allergic to consistency in schedule and cannot enforce one on myself so all it leads to is self-loathing and failure. Trust me, I've been attempting to will-power, shame-fuel my way through it since I was a preteen (I'm currently almost 30.) It does not work for me.
Obviously medication can give me a huge leg up on stuff. But beyond a certain point my brain is simply not wired for long-term sustained consistency.
As in many of my issues, I've found that working with myself gets better results than fighting myself.
When I follow those sudden impulses of interest and motivation, I get things done.
To the outside, I look absolutely haphazard. I'll pause a show I'm watching mid-sentence, stand up, and go empty the dishwasher because my mood/brain/chemicals *ping*ed that it was suddenly do-able and not a huge overwhelming task. Or I'll be putting away laundry and that *ping* will go off and I'll spend three hours re-organizing my closet.
To a neurotypical, this looks like distracted and disorganized behavior.
To me, it's following the way my brain naturally works in order to accomplish tasks.
My ADHD manifests in that I experience very small and unsustainable windows of motivation and interest. So when I feel that window crack open, doing the Thing right then (when the situation enables me to) can mean the Thing actually happens. Even if it's not the thing I'm "supposed" to be doing.
With a neurotypical in that situation, they might be putting away clothes and think: "Oh, I should organize my closet. I have time this weekend, I'll do it then," finish putting away their clothes, and then organize the closet when they had free time that weekend.
I used to try to do things that way too. Because it was how I was taught that "responsible, real people" did it, and had "finish one thing before you start another" drilled into my head. But I'm literally not wired to work that way. And I've been working on undoing that internalized ableism of believing one way of doing things is better and I need to change to adhere to it. I don't and shouldn't be expected to to my own detriment.
For me with the closet example, the weekend would come and I would spend 5 hours screaming at myself to stop working on whatever did have my interest in order to go organize the closet. Sometimes I might ended up doing it. More often, I would not be able get myself to do it even after all that. I would just sit there, yelling at myself, hating myself despite my brain literally not having the chemicals to initiate the activity (let alone follow through) and nothing would get done. Not even the thing I wanted to focus on instead.
The only thing I did accomplish was hating myself for not being able to do "simple" things like other people (read: neurotypicals.)
This is basically how I spent the majority of my schooling; doing simple tasks felt like running in sand. And I internalized all the messages that told me it was my own fault I couldn't run as fast and in as straight a line as those running on pavement.
The past few years, I've been trying to follow impulses more. And its honestly been really helpful.
I get more done even if it isn't a "consistent" amount or I can't always count on having a specific thing done by a certain date.
But the big thing is that I spend less time hating myself for not doing what I "should" be and more time actually doing things when I have the motivation for them. More shit happens, I'm undoing some of that self-loathing.
tl;dr: My advice for fellow adult ADHD-ers is:
Try to learn what your natural rhythms are and, where possible, try leaning into them. Without judgement, try working with your natural tendencies rather than battling them at every moment. See how it feels, see what you accomplish (and not just in the capitalistic "productivity" way--spending 3 hours hyperfocusing on researching the history of wheat germ counts!) See how your brain and body feel.
Your brain is wired different, let yourself operate different.
THANK YOU THIS IS INVALUABLE ADVICE and also makes me feel better about sewing a bat plushie for my friend’s birthday at 10:30 pm, because that’s when I had the motivation
Ever since I discovered what echolalia was I swear I’ve been saying every other sentence in my fanfics out loud. Like seriously is this what it means to really not be masking? Seriously just me, autistic and announcing to my axolotl plushie that the King of the Infinite Realms has arrived? I kind of love it actually but also I’m filling up the autism traits bingo card