Nacho or Mikey
Adult (30s)—Minors are absolutely welcome (anti censor-bullshit), but use your own discernment 🔹 Any pronouns
Very queer, kind of disabled
Language enthusiast
First: If you need me to tag something, just ask! But for more efficiency, ideally tell me what tags to use, too 😁
This blog was mostly about neurodivergency and disability, but it has become a “general things” blog as well, really. Therefore: Welcome to my living room, have a seat and a drink of your choice!
Queer side blog: @genderqueernacho
No DNI, just be chill around me / avoid hate and we good.
Tags to block if you don’t want to see occasional posts in Polish or German:
#polish
#german
More about me:
Pronouns:
I use any pronouns, refer to me however you want 😎
Conditions:
This might be a surprise given my whereabouts, but I’m not autistic. I do have ADHD, but communication and social stuff have always been intuitive to me. I was diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome at 5, but luckily my tics have gotten mild in my 20s.
Since I was a preemie, I have some developmental impairments in cognition and motor functions, but that’s mild too, by now.
I have photosensitive absence epilepsy but no, I didn’t grow out of it as doctors like to assume we do. What bothers me most about it is that I was promised to be able to go to concerts as an adult, and I… can’t ☹️ (sighs resigned)
On a closing note, I have post thrombotic syndrome and scarring in the veins and over the valves, which is why I used to say I have chronic pain. But lately this pain only occurs in specific situations, so I guess it’s not chronic anymore? Yay?
Hobbies and interests:
Languages are a passion, and I’m also very interested in the medical field and psychology. In my free time I play the guitar and the piano (I tried to teach myself to play the violin, but this is on hold as I reached the point where I need a teacher and neither have the time nor the money for that) … I grew up with instruments all around me and sang in a pop punk band in my teens, but my voice is definitely out of practice now 😅 Yes, I’m a cliche front man—put me in front of some well-disposed people and I’ll start to entertain the audience and won’t stop making jokes and conversation. This is a warning 😄
I love fantasy and historical things. In general, but especially medieval Europe. Yes, therefore LARP and D&D or similar are very much up my alley, but whenever numbers are involved I prefer to just watch 😅
But, very important: I’m NOT into musicals. Like, not at all. I like theatre kids, but I have never been one myself. No, I tried everything, you can’t lure me in, MANY have tried, trust me. It’s a hopeless case, in the end we have to face the horrible truth that it’s just not my thing.
Philosophy
I genuinely practise “I get both sides” thinking, even for opinions I absolutely disagree with. That’s a “unity consciousness zen thing”, so heads up if that makes you uncomfortable. I won’t talk about that here, though, no worries!
I have a lot of light inside of me and love to shine it. This is just something that naturally surfaced after a long healing journey, along with a deep calm. Sometimes it inconveniences me—have you ever felt SO much love for your pet that you wanted to hug it really tight and never let go? Yeah, this happens randomly to me with people who maybe simply are in a good mood! They can be STRANGERS, it really doesn’t matter! 😂 I sense people appreciating something and being happy in the now moment, and all I want to do is cry “LET ME LOVE YOU!” 😂
Uh, so if you ever wondered what happens towards the end of your healing journey, if you don’t stop at “feeling good” but completely lock in to face and heal not only your trauma but also the trauma of your past life, your neighbour’s, and your neighbour’s past life’s (or something like that), yeah, be prepared for The Love™
part of being an adult is figuring out what eveyone else's definition of "going crazy" is. to you it is not sleeping for 60 hours, writing 80k words in one sitting and expiriencing enough anxiety to kill a horse. to beth from accounting its buying a ticket to Columbus, Ohio. and to your friend its consuming so much ketamine you lose all of your posessions and wake up with five broken bones in a ditch somewhere and then proceeding to do it again the next day. to your other friend its writing a letter to their favourite actress about how much they appreciate her work. to your neighbour its laughing loudly in a grocery store whilst in pajamas. maya from uni hears the voice of her dead father making jokes with no punchlines and she considers that to be quite normal - to her going crazy would be hearing her husband instead. your downstairs neighbour will take night walks naked sometimes and claim there is nothing weird about him. there are literally no rules to life and all meaning is in the eye of the beholder.
i am 100% convinced that mobile phone/ social media bans for under 16s are an attempt to remove kids and teens from public life. this is not protecting kids this is locking them in houses with no escape from their abusers. the world is so hostile to teenagers rn
As someone who doesn’t own a dishwasher, I always forget how amazing dish soap is with dust.
In my mind, dish soap is the “removes grease reliably” thing only. And then I absentmindedly run a cloth soaked in dish soap over a dusty surface and go “Woah! 😳 WOAH! !”
guys….,, being friends, like actual friends, with people you have systemic privilege over is going to involve some good-natured ribbing. it’s going to involve them complaining about [insert privileged group you belong to] in front of you or even to you. that’s not a personal attack, it’s because they think you’re cool enough to hang. it’s because they think they can express their frustration to you without you attacking them. you really want to prove them wrong?
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID
I feel like people don’t talk about how dangerous having a tic disorder can be. There’s a general attitude that tics are inconvenient (which, of course, they are) or that they’re funny, and while both of these can be true (the first moreso than the second), I don’t often see people talking about how painful or dangerous tics can be.
Tics can be incredibly paintul or dangerous, even in “milder” cases.
A tic can make you run into a busy street.
A tic can make you hit yourself or smash your head into things or hurt yourself in any number of ways.
A tic can make you eat something toxic.
There are infinite ways that a tic can cause you harm, whether temporary or permanent, or even death in more severe cases.
I guess I just want to say this, because my own tics have been quite dangerous at times, and I feel awareness around these types of tics is sorely lacking.
My tics have made me throw breakable objects at other people, including several coffee mugs. I have also thrown said objects at myself.
My tics have made me punch solid surfaces until my knuckles bruised and bled.
My tics have made my punch my chest until I can’t breathe because of the pain.
My tics have caused my joints to dislocate from the sheer force of jerking my limbs around.
My closest call was when I almost stabbed myself in the chest. I have a tic where I snap, then slam my fist into my chest very hard. I was trying to cut a bagel in half one night, and while I was holding the (very sharp) bread knife, I suddenly ticced.
The only reason I did not stab myself was because I had been holding the plate to my chest while I cut the bagel on the cutting board. The blade hit the plate instead of me.
If that plate had not been exactly where it was, I easily could have seriously injured myself or even died.
Tics can be painful. They can be dangerous. Let’s please keep that in mind before we try to portray Tourette’s or other tic disorders as being “funny quirky lol xD so randum” disorders.
(Please note that while I am only referring to motor tics in this post, vocal tics can also cause a lot of harm and danger as well; I do not have vocal tics since I have motor tic disorder, not Tourette’s, so my examples are limited by my experience.)
