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THIS!!!!!!
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messy thing just to get my thoughts down
Visually beautiful and concise, well done
THIS!!!!!!
MichaelĆ” is a 24 y/o Black woman who was physically assaulted at a nail salon in Michigan and was afterwards threatened online by the same workers who shared her personal information and created a false story for others to attack her. Police did nothing and even denied her to press charges against her attackers. This is her GoFundMe.
More information can be found on her original IG post. She has also made other posts updating her situation as time passes. Below are pictures of the place of the attack and some of the online threats she's been getting.
$771/$5000
$846/$5000
$3,198/$5000! Letās get her there, people!
this post has been getting a lot of attention but as from 2 september we're still at $3,238/$5000. if you can't donate, please keep reblogging this! but please don't like it, since people who might be able to help can get discouraged by the notes, thinking this petition must've probably met it's goal. we're still not there!
What people think being "gifted" is: you're scary smart, probably going to finish school ahead of everyone, basically already on track to get into a great college, after which you'll do great things! Also, you're probably too good to socialise with normal people because they're just too dumb for you!
What being "gifted" is actually like: you're reasonably smart with a very specific set of "talents" that are "valuable" in, like, primary school (for me it was logic and reading+spelling, which is still helpful later, but knowing a lot of big words is called smart when you're 5, when you're 8, maybe when you're 10, but by the time you're 14/15 the description has firmly settled on "annoying" and "pretentious" instead) for which you are praised and which get used to deny you help with anything you struggle with (for me anything STEM you can't simply beat with logic and pattern recognition) because you are "so smart". It's having a superiority complex despite having nothing to show for it, while at the same time lacking social skills because you spend the part of your childhood where you should have developed those behind books. Also, you're probably neurodivergent, more likely autistic/ADHD than not, but no one's seriously going to diagnose you with it, because you're "too smart" and got good grades as a child. Oh, and by the time you're 20 you probably also suffer from depression and/or anxiety, but no one's gonna seriously diagnose you with that either.
Iāve never related to anything more. Once youāre deemed gifted or have your IQ tested and are placed in a gifted program, no one will ever diagnose or even consider the possibility of having autism as well and being twice exceptional. The struggle is real.
So your kidās autistic: A handy guide to not being a dick from a mom of an autistic teen daughter
1. Stop calling yourself an Autism Mom and making it all about you. 2. Meltdowns suck, but theyāre harder on her than you. Work with her to figure out her triggers and donāt dismiss them. 3. Some types of behavioral therapy which focus on emotional regulation can be beneficial but anything that rigidly demands forced eye contact, forbids stimming, or aims to make her act āless autisticā is abusive. 4. Autism Speaks is garbage. 5. Vaccines donāt cause autism. 6. Focusing on causes and cures is both ableist and pointless. 7. Listen to and respect your kid as a valid human being. 8. Make whatever accommodations she needs to function optimally without making a big deal about it. 9. Be prepared to fight if school is unwilling to make accommodations. 10. Know your kidās educational rights as a disabled person and make damn sure her school honors them 11. Donāt just rely on teachers and therapists to understand autism. Talk to actually autistic adults to gain a better sense of what to expect for your childās future. Donāt know any? Follow blogs with the tag #actually autistic. And encourage your kid to do the same, especially as she gets older. 12. Your kid is capable of a lot more than you may think and sheās growing up. Stop infantilizing her and let her make mistakes.
Any and all constructive feedback from the #actuallyautistic community is welcome. Iām trying to continue to grow as a supportive parent.
Particularly among women and POC.
autism and adhd are so similar so tell me why adhd got the cute/random/quirky stereotype but autism got the weird/incompetent/loser stereotype?????? who else is angry
Autistic Lifehack: Hearing Problems
If someone says something that you only partially understand:
DONāT ask for clarification with a generic āWhat?ā or āIām sorry?ā (In my experience, people will repeat the phrase the exact same way without helping you to understand).
Example: Them: āHey, do you like pahganabasa?ā Autistic Person: āWhat?ā Them: āDo you like pahganabasa?ā Autistic Person: āIām sorry, what?ā Them (annoyed): āDo you like pahganabasa?ā
Instead, DO repeat the part that you did understand, and substitute a āWhat?ā for the unintelligable part.
Example: Them: āHey, do you like pahganabasa?ā Autistic Person: āDo I like what?ā Them: āPineapple pizza?ā Autistic Person: (Understands the words!)
This might just save my life in social situations. Thank you so much for this
if you ever think representation in media isnāt important, just know that the reason i got diagnosed with autism, the reason i went on to make autistic friends, learn self advocacy, become a board member on several advocacy groups, join autism social groups, give autism advice on my blog, write fiction and fanfiction about autism, work on an autism and voting guide, write a guide to help people figure out if theyre autistic, help several friends get diagnosed, create an autism game, etc ā¦ā¦Ā
ā¦.. was because of a video gameĀ
it was just after freshman year of college. my therapist suggested i was autistic, as her adult son had recently gotten diagnosed, and i reminded her a lot of him. i didnt know anything about it. the research i did made me uncertain. some of it sounded like me. some of it didnt. but i was pretty sure she was right, and i was autisticĀ
i brought it up to my parentsĀ
they were furiousĀ
they said i couldnāt be autistic. i was such a good kid. i could talk. i seemed normal most of the time. i wasnāt into math. they saw rain man, i was nothing like him. i wasnāt a bad kid, i couldnāt be autistic, they just wanted me to figure out what was actuallyĀ wrong with meĀ
i tried to convince them. i told them about my research. i showed them the results of quizzes, and then, when they werenāt happy with that, i let them take the quizzes for me. i showed them youtube videos, ted talks ā¦.Ā
they were in denial. i wasnāt autistic. find something else.Ā
i gave up.Ā
i was upset, i was alone ⦠just moved into an apartment no one thought i should move into because they didnāt think iād be able to take care of myself, no one trusted me to be alone. i was upset and trying to distract myself so i got a game bundle for a dollar. some of them seemed interesting. there was one, to the moon, that iād never heard of before, didnāt know anything about it, but i started playingĀ
little did i know, there were two autistic women in the game. one who was quiet, awkward, didnāt make eye contact, had strong special interests, couldnāt put her thoughts into words, didnāt know how to respond to non literal statements, had comfort objects, expressed herself through crafts, and had a lot of empathy for inanimate objectsĀ
the other, i would later discover, was a masker. to most people she seemed normal. but to her, it felt like she was an actress. it didnāt matter if she was on or off the stage, she was acting. and sheād acted so much and for so long that she wondered if she even knew what she was really like. she pitied the other girl for being so different and not being able to hide it ā¦. but mostly she was envious that she actually knew who she wasĀ
that was one of the only times in my life iāve had a meltdown. i had such strong emotions that i didnāt even know what to do with them, and i just broke. because that was the first time that i felt understood by anyone or anything in my entire life. that was the first time i understood i wasnāt aloneĀ
i called and made an appointment with a diagnostician the next dayĀ
thatās why media representation is important. if i hadnāt have had that game, right when i needed it, that frank of a mirror reflecting myself back at me ā¦. i donāt know where iād be today. i donāt know if iād ever have gotten diagnosed. i donāt know if iād ever felt as seen and understood as i did in that momentĀ
because of a video game. a video gameĀ
If anyone tells you you shouldn't "let your Autism diagnosis define you" feel free to share this...
I understand the idea behind not letting a diagnosis define you, but I strongly disagree.
The reason is because for so long I didn't have a diagnosis, and not having one did define me.
To my father I was a lazy, capricious, child who had her head in the clouds and had zero follow through. If I didn't "get my act together" he threatened that he would add another definition for me: a loser.
My teachers defined me as a loving, curious child, who was so smart and could be so many great things if I could would only just apply myself.
My high school English teacher doesn't know the 10 page paper she assigned the class to write with no clear prompt would not only cause me to cry with anxiety and panic all 15-20 hours I was writing it (because of rejection sensitive Dysphoria), but would cause me to break down in the car on the way home when she returned it to me with a crisp "C" on the front. Until that moment I was a straight A student. She told me I should have applied myself more, that she knew I was better than that paper.
She said that to me because she didn't know. Neither of us knew.
I would have more breakdowns in college and when I finally dropped out for my mental health, I was given another definition: wasted potential.
I was suicidal before I got my diagnosis. No one understood why. I felt like the person I was inside wasn't what people were seeing on the outside. I felt lost, broken, confused and alone.
My diagnosis defines me because it saved my life. I was told I wasn't a failure, or broken. My brain is different. Autism is a neurotype. It means I see the world differently, think differently, but that doesn't make me less.
It means I need to learn how to live in a world that wasn't designed for me. I was already doing that, but now I don't feel ashamed when a joke goes over my head or I miss a social cue. I don't feel selfish saying "I need to go somewhere quiet because it's too loud here". It means leaving my job as a web designer at several popular advertising firms because the long days of working in one spot and interacting with people was destroying my mental health. It meant focusing on things I loved (storytelling) and following where it lead (writing and producing a podcast, acting in tv shows and films).
My diagnosis meant having access to medication for my ADHD and going to therapy so I could be a better parent to my child and make sure that they don't go receive the bad definitions and labels I was given, so all they need to do is follow the path they forge for themselves.
I know that the idea of not letting a diagnosis define you is a good intentioned one, but it's misplaced.
Because this diagnosis saved my life, and has saved the lives of other late diagnosed Autistic adults I am close to as well.
If anyone tells you you shouldn't "let your Autism diagnosis define you" feel free to share this...
I understand the idea behind not letting a diagnosis define you, but I strongly disagree.
The reason is because for so long I didn't have a diagnosis, and not having one did define me.
To my father I was a lazy, capricious, child who had her head in the clouds and had zero follow through. If I didn't "get my act together" he threatened that he would add another definition for me: a loser.
My teachers defined me as a loving, curious child, who was so smart and could be so many great things if I could would only just apply myself.
My high school English teacher doesn't know the 10 page paper she assigned the class to write with no clear prompt would not only cause me to cry with anxiety and panic all 15-20 hours I was writing it (because of rejection sensitive Dysphoria), but would cause me to break down in the car on the way home when she returned it to me with a crisp "C" on the front. Until that moment I was a straight A student. She told me I should have applied myself more, that she knew I was better than that paper.
She said that to me because she didn't know. Neither of us knew.
I would have more breakdowns in college and when I finally dropped out for my mental health, I was given another definition: wasted potential.
I was suicidal before I got my diagnosis. No one understood why. I felt like the person I was inside wasn't what people were seeing on the outside. I felt lost, broken, confused and alone.
My diagnosis defines me because it saved my life. I was told I wasn't a failure, or broken. My brain is different. Autism is a neurotype. It means I see the world differently, think differently, but that doesn't make me less.
It means I need to learn how to live in a world that wasn't designed for me. I was already doing that, but now I don't feel ashamed when a joke goes over my head or I miss a social cue. I don't feel selfish saying "I need to go somewhere quiet because it's too loud here". It means leaving my job as a web designer at several popular advertising firms because the long days of working in one spot and interacting with people was destroying my mental health. It meant focusing on things I loved (storytelling) and following where it lead (writing and producing a podcast, acting in tv shows and films).
My diagnosis meant having access to medication for my ADHD and going to therapy so I could be a better parent to my child and make sure that they don't go receive the bad definitions and labels I was given, so all they need to do is follow the path they forge for themselves.
I know that the idea of not letting a diagnosis define you is a good intentioned one, but it's misplaced.
Because this diagnosis saved my life, and has saved the lives of other late diagnosed Autistic adults I am close to as well.
This.
I feel like I need to talk about the fact that not beingĀ ānoticeably autisticā comes with the byproduct of constantly looking for approval from those around you. Like, yes I am able to uphold social norms, but itās because Iām constantly worried that Iām breaking them. I need constant validation and positive responses because if Iām not being told that Iām doing good, I assume that Iām doing terrible or that everyone hates me. Thereās always a pang of anxiety that zips through my system whenever I share something with a group of people, and my eyes immediately search each of their faces to make sure that Iām not messing up. I always double check for approval before making a decision, even if itās a small one. Iām always looking back and searching for validation in social situations because I am So Scared to mess them up, if I donāt have someone to feel out these situations for me then I fall on my face and feel completely lost. I need people to constantly tell me Iām doing good in order to function and itās really stressful.
*characters i ship proceed to threaten each other until they end up making out*
me:
So after nearly 22 years of life on this planet, Iāve come to the conclusion that I am high functioning autistic. I believe I fell through the cracks of an early diagnosis for the following reasons:
1.) I am Female (I learned how to mask myself very early on)
2.) I have a gifted IQ (above 130) and was classified as such in 4th grade so no one considered that I could be both ASD and intellectually gifted.
I am in the beginning stages of unmasking and am currently seeking an official diagnosis. Right now, Iām trying to write down everything I know about my neurodivergent experience so hereās a list of things Iāve experienced and believe to be relevant. If you can relate or you understand please comment and share! Iām new to this community and it feels so good to finally meet people who understand and can relate. Ok, Here we go.
āSo the general population doesnāt memorize scripts to movies or watch the same one every day for a year?ā
āPeople think itās weird that I prefer to have subtitles on when I watch stuff, even though I donāt have damaged hearingā
āI watch movies with subtitles because I wonāt understand whatās said if I donāt read it. I have no hearing issues.ā
āI cannot hear/understand someone if I have one ear bud in and one out. Too much sensory input at once.ā
āI thought I had a hearing deficit because I literally could not understand people at church or parties or other places with a lot of background noise, and I was so confused when they told me my hearing was normal.ā
āI love star wars. Not just love but I could tell you what planet each character is from and what kind of ship they use, what model droid that one is and I will gladly talk about it all day if you let me. Everyone now gets me Star Wars stuff for my birthday and holidaysā
āEye contact is so uncomfortable for me that sometimes it āburnsā to maintain it, but then I overcompensate and stare too intensely. Over the years, being female, Iāve forced myself to make eye contact for a certain number of seconds and then look away a certain number of seconds but Iām concentrating so hard on that, that I donāt remember anything that was said to me.ā
āGiving me verbal directions is a special kind of hell. I need it written down.ā
āI can memorize pictures of things and exactly where every kid sat in my 10th grade US history class as well as my 9th grade geometry class.ā
āI never fit in anywhere, in my childhood, most of my adolescence, except the swim team and my new church.ā
āTeam sports are the worst. I canāt communicate fast enough, Iām bad with hand eye coordination and keeping track of a ball. I excelled in individual sports and fell in love with swimming.ā
āI often found it much easier to make friends with older kids because I could have intelligent conversations with them and their good social skills could make up for my lack of social skills.ā
āBut, I had a few friends that were considerably younger who I could still play imaginatively with dolls when I was 13 and one particular friend was 9. I had a lot of trouble getting a long with her sister who was the same age as me.ā
āIt physically pains me to hear someone mispronounce a word, spell something wrong, or make a grammatical mistake. I corrected my cousin A LOT when we were kids, she frequently got mad and I couldnāt understand why. My grandma would tell me to stop because correcting people is rude.ā
āOne of my special interests as a kid was dolphins. I was 5-6 years old and I remember being so excited when my mom let me check out like 10 books from the library and I read them quickly and multiple times.ā
āI corrected a teacher one time about dolphins. She said dolphins werenāt whales and I knew FOR A FACT that ādolphins were a type of small whaleā because I read it in one of my books. She laughed at me and so did the rest of the class and I felt stupid even though I was right. This led to me suppressing my knowledge and real self and ultimately more masking.ā
āAs per that last one, my memory is impeccable.ā
āI had another special interest in dogs when I got a bit older. My mom bought me a book with every kind of breed of dog, where they came from, their temperament, their size, everything. I can still, to this day, tell you the breed of dog just by looking at it.ā
āI always wanted a best friend but never had one. I had groups of friends but never someone who would call me their best friend. When I got a boyfriend in high school, I was so excited because he called me his best friend and he was mine and I finally had that feeling reciprocated. He also had a gifted IQ and dyslexia, ADHD and a few other things so we understood each other quite well.ā
āI canāt tell if someone is flirting with me because I canāt read between the lines. I also donāt know how to flirt because if I like a guy too much I get soooo nervous and I stumble over my words and itās a disaster.ā
āWhen I liked this guy (last year, 2019) I would freeze up so bad when I talked to him that I rehearsed every conversation I wanted to have with him so I wouldnāt mess it up. I would write topics in the notes section of my phone before hanging out with him so Iād remember what to ask him. It made for very awkward and forced conversations and probably drove him away.ā
āSarcasm and jokes almost always go over my head. The boyfriend I had in high school was very funny and outgoing but used a lot of sarcasm and it always caused disagreements because I took him seriously when he was being sarcastic.ā
āI talk slowly and very monotone.ā
āI have no difficulty reading in my head and can read/comprehend it well, but reading aloud is difficult and I often stumble over words and mess up.ā
āI need directions repeated multiple times before I understand.ā
āI went to the beach to hang out with some church friends yesterday. They all play spike ball and are so confused as to why I sit there and donāt play. Iāve tried playing spike ball but it involves way too much hand eye coordination and Iām so bad at it that itās embarrassing. So I donāt play.ā
āThat same night, a group of them said āletās play uno!ā And I was so happy to play something familiar that didnāt involve a lot of coordination. Then they said āweāre playing SPICY uno, right?ā And immediately my heart sank because I knew they were playing a different way that I wasnāt familiar with. Again, receiving verbal directions was hell and I didnāt understand it. I was so bad at it and wasnāt getting it, and in the middle of the game I had the urge to cry. I wanted to cry because I couldnāt even get this right. I suppressed the urge, of course, so they wouldnāt think I was even more weird than the already suspected. Another group of people that I wouldnāt fit in with.ā
āMaking friends has always been so difficult. Once I make a good friend I hang on to them for as long as possible even if theyāre not very nice because Iām scared Iāll have to make a new one if I lose them. And we all know how hard making new friends is for me.ā
āIām a perfectionist. Especially with my art projects. When I took a painting class I realized I do it the wrong way. Youāre supposed to paint layer by layer over the entire canvas and focus on small details at the very end. I work on one small area at a time and do small details too soon. I often spend way too much time on small details before I realize that the larger shape of the object isnāt proportionate and then itās too late.ā
āI wonāt even attempt tasks if I know I canāt do them perfectly.ā
āI have perfect pitch. I donāt know if that has anything to do with autism or that I just started music lessons when I was young. I can tune instruments perfectly without a tuner or reference note and I never understood why my orchestra teacher had me play the A key on the piano over and over again while she walked around and tuned everyoneās instruments when I could do it without any reference. I can hear it in my head.ā
āWhen my parents got me a keyboard at age 7-8, they were impressed because I could sit down, without listening to any song and find the notes of a song I liked by ear. I still do that today but my piano is very out of tune and it bothers me.ā
āAutistic boys tend to isolate and not care about concealing their stims or weird behavior but girls donāt. I am a ālonerā and always have been but I want so badly to belong and have friends and socialize, but Iāve always been so bad at it that I strike out every time. I often drink at social gatherings because it helps me loosen up and talk more freely. I guess it helps me lose the mask for a while.ā
āI HATE people touching me. Iāve always hated it and still hate it to this day unless itās someone Iām super comfortable with. Iāve been told I have the ādead fish hand shakeā and Iām an awkward hugger. My friend picked me up from behind and carried me for a few seconds because we were all goofing off and having fun but afterwards I was so mad at him I got really quiet and didnāt talk for a while. I told him later on the ride home that if he did that again I would slap him. ā
āEveryone thinks itās weird that I donāt like touching people, and some of my friends who also donāt like touching people were abused and I always thought, āthere had to be a reason, maybe I was abused as a kid and repressed it.ā Itās been so long and Iāve finally realized that maybe itās just because I have Aspergers or ASD. ā
āWhen I make sarcastic remarks or jokes I often have to clarify because I say them in such a monotone way that people think Iām serious.ā
āIāve always joked that Iām just really clumsy and uncoordinated, and chalked it up to being tall and lanky. Thatās why swimming was the perfect sport for me. Little to no risk of injury and not much hand eye coordination needed to be good at it. Just hours of practice, technique and endurance.ā
āI also injure myself quite a lot because Iām āa klutz.āā
āStims: I scratch my head and then smell my fingers and I will do this for hours if I am able (I know that one is weird so I only do it at home) popping my knuckles a ridiculous amount of times when I feel uncomfortable and donāt know what to do with my hands. I twirl my hair constantly (that one is pretty socially acceptable so I do it in class nonstop). I tap my foot or bounce my leg, I make weird facial expressions and forget to hide those. People notice but they often think itās funny because Iāll make a face if someone says something dumb and make an expression that people seem to relate to. I scrunch my nose if Iām uncomfortable or just whenever.ā
Special interests: Star Wars, Disney (I know every word to every Disney song and I watch animated Disney movies over and over again, like literally every night) dolphins, the ocean, dogs, theology/the Bible.
āWith my art work, and other things, I will get so focused on a painting that I will work non stop for 8-9 hours (all day basically) and not eat because Iām so focused that I forget to eat.ā
āI think I slur my words a lot and sometimes my friends will laugh and be like ādid you just say ____.?!?!āAnd Iāll clarify and they will continue laughing and say āoh it sounded like you said this.ā I hate when that happens.ā
āLoud noises really bother me. I jump if I hear an unexpected loud noise and I hate people yelling, even if itās not directed at me, it makes me want to cry. ā
āI loved the color blue so much as a kid (I still do) but my entire wardrobe was basically different shades of blue t-shirts. I also only ever wore baggy t-shirts and baggy cargo shorts (I kinda dressed like a boy) because it was comfortable and I didnāt like getting comments if I looked ācute todayā. I hated the attention. I also never ever wore my hair down to school. It always had to be up in a tight pony tail. I still donāt like my hair being in my face to this day and wear it up almost every day.ā
āThe other day, I was hanging out with a friend and she was trying to tell a story but I kept getting distracted and interrupting her. She said, āEmily, you kind of interrupt people a lot.ā At first I was hurt, but then I realized itās not entirely my fault and itās an autistic thing.ā
āI mask so much that I have rehearsed responses to social interactions and will often get so nervous or start speaking from the script before I realize Iāve said the wrong response. Of course Iāll think about it all day after that and think of āwell great, so and so thinks Iām weird now.āā
My fucking hero forever.
i just wanted to draw rey in a black outfit,, bad idea