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@potatoeythoughts
Parents should not be reading your journals
Parents should not be searching through your trashÂ
Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messagesÂ
Parents should not be taking your bedroom door offÂ
Parents should not be invading your privacyÂ
reblogging this because when they go through my phone and find my tumblr theyâll see this
As an actual mom, I approve this message. If your parents say itâs a normal part of parenting, no. No itâs not. They are wrong.
âIf autism isnât caused by environmental factors and is natural why didnât we ever see it in the past?â
We did, except it wasnât called autism it was called âLittle Jonathan is a r*tarded halfwit who bangs his head on things and canât speak so weâre taking him into the middle of the cold dark forest and leaving him there to die.â
Or âlittle Jonathan doesnât talk but does a good job herding the sheep, contributes to the community in his own way, and is, all around, a decent guy.â That happened a lot, too, especially before the 19th century.
Or, backing up FURTHER
and lots of people think this very likely,
âOh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and theyâve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldnât know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.â
The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who âsuddenlyâ acts âstrange and feyâ is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.
To this day, âautism warrior mommiesâ talk about autism âstealingâ their âsweet normal childâ and have this idea of âgetting their real baby backâ which (in the face of modern science)Â 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 peopleâs confusion at the development of autistic children.
Weirdly enough, that legend is now comforting to me.
I think itâs 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. Iâm 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 Iâm prone to sensory overload or you might notice me stimming.
But hereâs 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 itâs 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. Iâd be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.
Iâm not trying to romanticise the past because I know it was hard, dirty work with a constant risk of premature death. I donât actually want to be a 16th century farmer! What Iâm saying is that disability exists in the context of the environment. Our environment isnât 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 theyâre overwhelmed, freaking out at the sound of electric hand dryers and so on. And suddenly it looks like thereâs millions more autistic people than existed before.
ââŠdisability exists in the context of the environment.â
Reblog for disability commentary.
That last paragraph is absolutely important.
Like, 90% of infomercial style products were designed by/for disabled people, but you wouldnât know that, because there is no viable market for them. THey have to be marketted and sold to abled people just so that any money can be made of off them and so the people who actually need them will have access.
I think snuggies are the one example almost everyone knows. They were invented for wheelchair users (Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a coat on and off of someone in a wheelchair? Cause itâs PRETTY FUCKIN HARD.) But now everyone just acts like theyâre some ~quirky, white people thing~ and not A PRODUCT DESIGNED TO MAKE PEOPLES DAY TO DAY LIVES 10000X EASIER.
But if at any point you were to take your head out of your own ass and go âHey, who would a product like this benefit,â that would be really cool.
This makes informational make so much sense now.
Like⊠of course thereâs no reason for that guy to knock over that bowl of chips. However, the person it was actually designed for has constant hand tremors that would make this pretty rad, but since we donât want to show that in a commercial, hereâs an able bodied guy who canât remember how gravity works.
Shit. Those commercials suddenly get a lot less funny when you realize itâs pretty much just people ineptly trying to mimic disability.
*does a tarot reading with a Cards Against Humanity deck*
Workout For Daily Life
Reblogging for the neck pain ones⊠whoa Nelly, do I ever get the most killer neck pains.
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
the window
what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
That response is fucking Shakespearean.
Ugly Privilege is being the ârelationship expertâ when your friends are going through relationship issues and you got no experience with romantic relationships
Ugly Privilege is knowing your partner likes you cuz you goofy and your personality is a 10/10 and not for your looks
Ugly Privilege is being used to rejection because yo ugly ass aint surprised, given the odds
Ugly Privilege is not being hit on all the time and not having random people slide into your DMs while you tryna mind yo own business
Ugly Privilege is having a longer battery life, since ya know⊠nobodyâs sliding into your DMs and blowinâ up your phone cuz you posted a selfie
Ugly Privilege is saving that money and spending that money on yourself and nobody else cuz yo ass forever single
Ugly Privilege is having your partner not worry about you cheatinâ because who else wants yo goofy ugly ass besides your partner?
I am 'unproductive'
I've been watching YouTube videos this past week and getting nothing done. My deadlines for assignments are getting tighter and exams are so soon. I haven't even picked up my instrument enough.
It's not because I am purely lazy- though that is a factor- but I just don't want any of this. I want to be in a place where I'm doing something I want to do and not because I have to do it. Political science isn't helping my case and I never want to leave my anymore for my classes.
I'm not sad, I'm just lifeless. I feel like my 'self' is detached from my body and I'm a walking pile of limbs. Whenever I look at the way my muscles move and pay careful attention to them I ask myself if I'm really alive because I don't feel it. I do the same with breathing. I have to remind myself I can breathe and take up oxygen to fuel a body that doesn't even feel like it belongs to me to do anything.
I don't want to tell my friends or my teachers that I'm like this because I don't want them to misjudge me, and I don't want to be misjudged myself.
I'm not entirely sure what to do with this blog
I just have it and lately I've been feeling really weirdly apathetic and I don't wanna talk to my friends about it because it doesn't seem to help, it just feels like I'm bothering them. I just really need an outlet to vent so this is what I'm going to use this blog for now.
Feel free to message me or anything if you relate, maybe one day we can get out of this funk.
I am still going to keep reblogging or posting regular stuff in between as I always do though.
Rich people showers
reblogging for that gif
iâm sorry i couldnât help myselfÂ
Not gonna not reblog thisâŠ.
The drawings are a necessary addition. (Gargle shower and fireplace showers still best)
*muffled screams*
someone: i think the world of you and i appreciate you being in my life, youâre smart and talented and beautiful. i love you.
me, a person who is unable to respond well to compliments and has trouble expressing emotions: *finger guns* cool beans
Can 100% relate
can grow up to 3 feet
featured photo features eight feet and two hands
yes minors should be able to express themselves with the clothes that they wear but when grown-ass adults design clothing for kids who range from 10-15 with very suggestive cut-outs and cropping and itty bitty shorts where half a kidâs ass cheek is hanging out is not acceptable.
And blaming kids for âdress too provocativeâ or whatever when those are the majority of the clothes available to them AND what is being sold to them as fashionable is shitty. Blame the adults makin those clothes and the adults who sexualize kids
some good consent phrases
âMay I hug you?â
âWhen I ask you if you want to do something, you know itâs always okay to say no, right?â
âLet me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?â
âHow do you feel about (x activity)?â
(When someoneâs insecure about having said no and asks if itâs okay/if youâre mad or upset they said no) âIâm disappointed, of course, but Iâm really glad you were willing to tell me (no/that you were uncomfortable/etc.). Thatâs really important to me. Thank you.â
âIâd ALWAYS rather be told no than make you feel pressured or do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.â
âI care about you, so when something I do hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, I want to know, because I donât like making you feel bad.â
âWanna do (x)? Itâs okay if not, but I think it would be (fun/worthwhile/prudent).â
(When starting a social phone call): âHey, are you busy right now?â
(When confirming plans made earlier): âHey, are you still up for doing (x) at (time) on (day)?â
âCan I vent a little about (x)?â
âCan I tell you something (gross/depressing)?â
âAre you comfortable talking about it?â
âDo you think you could talk me through this problem Iâve been having? If you have the time and emotional energy of course.â
âItâs okay if that doesnât work for you.â
âIâm interested in spending more time with you. Would you be interested in doing (x) together on (y day)?â
âNo? Well let me know if you ever want to do something else.â (leave it open! donât nag! let it go!)
Consent culture - itâs about way more than just sex!
Give people as much freedom as possible to make their own choices without pressure or control.
Even children deserve as much autonomy as allows them to remain safe and get their needs met - remember, you canât train a child to make good/safe/healthy choices without ever giving them choices. A child who is taught to respect consent is a child who doesnât assault people! A child who knows they have a right to say no is a child who knows that someone who infringes on their autonomy isnât supposed to do that.
A consent-conscious relationship is a healthier and safer relationship, and a person who is aware of and deliberate about asking for, giving, receiving, refusing, and being refused consent is a healthier and safer person.
french recipes: if youâre not making this in paris then whatâs the point. fuck you
italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house
american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked
chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void.Â
English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay thatâs it enjoy
Australian recipes: justâŠ. fcki ng put the sprinklesâŠon the breadâŠ. h oly shit fuccin gourmet cuisine right the re holy fuck
This is accurate on so many levelsÂ
SIGN HIM!!!!
He educated me
I fucking hate languages.
The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anywayâŠ
Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought theyâd nick this word too, because Latin isnât confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.
Then the English came along and were all like âwhen in Romeâ, and stole it, where it became our word âmelonâ. Which has now come back to mean boobs.
How do you like them apples.
