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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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1. Hello. 2. I miss you. 3. Can we talk? 4. I hope I’m not annoying you. 5. I want to see you. 6. Please tell me you’re doing fine. 7. I’m worried about you. 8. Let’s listen to our favorite song. 9. Do not let other people bring you down. 10. I hope you’re truly happy. 11. I love you. I really do. We started from 1 and I felt 11. Sometimes we do 8 with comforting silence. You used to remind me about 9. And I will always be grateful about everything we’ve had. Wherever you are, and whoever you’re with, please always remember 2, and 10.
ma.c.a // 4 but 7,3,5 and 6 : An Indirect Message From Me (via vomitingwords)
“WHEN THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED TURNS OUT TO BE CLINICAL DEPRESSION Me and the monster wake up together. Every morning, he sits at the kitchen table pouring salt into my coffee cup.”
THE MONSTER by Ashe Vernon (via i-will-recover-tomorrow)
Transforming Bar Desk by JON-A-TRON http://www.instructables.com/id/Transforming-Bar-Desk/
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)
You are valid, no matter what.
This is looking like it might actually happen. Yooo, producers have already been tweeting them.
Rihanna said Yes.
Lupita been on board.
Ava getting them lights ready.
Issa yelling at everybody to stop tweeting her so she can finish that script.
If this happens y'all won’t see me for two weeks. I’m be in house loosing my shit.
We tried to get a nice scenic shot but she does what she wants.
This is the most scenic thing I’ve ever seen
Omg MY HEART
“If autism isn’t caused by environmental factors and is natural why didn’t we ever see it in the past?”
We did, except it wasn’t called autism it was called “Little Jonathan is a r*tarded halfwit who bangs his head on things and can’t speak so we’re taking him into the middle of the cold dark forest and leaving him there to die.”
Or “little Jonathan doesn’t talk but does a good job herding the sheep, contributes to the community in his own way, and is, all around, a decent guy.” That happened a lot, too, especially before the 19th century.
Or, backing up FURTHER
and lots of people think this very likely,
“Oh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and they’ve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldn’t know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.”
The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who “suddenly” acts “strange and fey” is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.
To this day, “autism warrior mommies” talk about autism “stealing” their “sweet normal child” and have this idea of “getting their real baby back” which (in the face of modern science) indicates how the human psyche actually does deal with finding out their kid acts unlike what they expected.
Given this evidence, and how common we now know autism actually is, the Changeling myth is almost definitely the result of people’s confusion at the development of autistic children.
Weirdly enough, that legend is now comforting to me.
I think it’s worth noting that many like me, who are diagnosed with ASD now, would probably have been seen as just a bit odd in centuries past. I’m only a little bit autistic; I can pass for neurotypical for short periods if I work really hard at it. I have a lack of talent in social situations, and I’m prone to sensory overload or you might notice me stimming.
But here’s the thing: life is louder, brighter and more intense and confusing than it has ever been. I live on the edge of London and I rarely go into the centre of town because it’s too overwhelming. If I went back in time and lived on a farm somewhere, would anyone even notice there was anything odd about me? No police sirens, no crowded streets that go on for miles and miles, no flickery electric lights. Working on a farm has a clear routine. I’d be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.
I’m not trying to romanticise the past because I know it was hard, dirty work with a constant risk of premature death. I don’t actually want to be a 16th century farmer! What I’m saying is that disability exists in the context of the environment. Our environment isn’t making people autistic in the sense of some chemical causing brain damage. But we have created a modern environment which is hostile to autistic people in many ways, which effectively makes us more disabled. When you make people more disabled, you start to see more people struggling, failing at school because they’re overwhelmed, freaking out at the sound of electric hand dryers and so on. And suddenly it looks like there’s millions more autistic people than existed before.
“…disability exists in the context of the environment.”
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My goal is to do better at recognizing and changing patterns of behavior that do not bring anything positive into my life.
- Unknown
So maybe this time, love doesn’t kick down the door— doesn’t rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. Maybe you can’t smell the smoke because, for once, nothing is burning. Maybe this love is all the things those loves wanted to be when they grew up. Maybe you spent all that time running so that you’d know how to hang up your coat when you were ready.
Ashe Vernon