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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Jules of Nature
Kaledo Art
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@theartofmadeline
art blog(derogatory)
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@s-i-d-t
[Image Description: Screenshot of two tweets. Vonn @/itsthewealth4me says, "Some stuff you think is supposed to happen by 25, really isn't supposed to happen until your 35. Put yourself on a realistic timeline." In a quote retweet, T @/tleighmedia says, "Spoiler alert, there is no timeline." End ID.]
Internet Safety
[Image Description: A digital comic. There are two characters, an adult and a teenager, who are both drawn simply with no hair or other distinguishing characteristics.
Adult, looking worried and leaning towards the teenager: "I mean this in the nicest way possible- You need to be very careful about what you post online, especially if you're a teenager."
Teenager, frowning: "I'm mature enough to handle myself, thanks."
Teenager, closing their eyes and gesturing at the space beside them: "Anyway, there's a link in my bio that sends you to my NSFW alt, as well as a list of things that trigger me to the point of a breakdown."
Adult, clutching their head and looking even more stressed: "Do you even hear yourself?" The word "hear" is in italics. End ID.]
These reminders are pedantic. I’m tired.
[Image Description: Photo of text that reads, "Things you read on a blog might make you angry. They might upset you. Stop visiting that blog. Don't waste your time posting comments. Move on and find a new blog. There are so many fun blogs on the Internet. You'll easily find a better one." Below the text is a picture of a woman and three children smiling and looking at a laptop. End ID.]
[Image description: Screenshot of a tweet by Alan Jack (@/alanjack), replying to a tweet by @/fochti, which is not shown. Alan Jack's tweet reads, "I still don't know why part of autistic/adhd diagnosis isn't putting you in a room with someone already diagnosed and seeing how quickly you bond." End ID.]
It's OK to rest
[Image Description: Digital art of a person with light skin, brown hair, a red shirt, and black pants. They are lying face-down on a couch with their eyes closed, partially propped up by pillows. One hand and one leg are dangling over the side of the couch.
Text around them reads, "Am I being lazy? Or is this burnout? Tip: if you were being lazy, you'd be enjoying yourself."
The creator's links are at the bottom of the image: It's a Spectrum on Tapas.io; itsaspectrumcomic on Tumblr; @/itsaspectrumcomic on Instagram; and annasketches on Patreon. End ID.]
My version of armour… I prepped as best I could.
I haven't decided if I'll go again this year - it's fun but not that accessible for people with sensory issues.
Whether you join in or not, you're still a valid part of the community! Happy Pride Month 🌈
[Image Description: Digital art with the heading "What I wore to Pride last year." A person with light skin stands, smiling and holding a Progress pride flag in one hand. Different parts of their outfit are labelled as follows.
Noise cancelling headphones
Earplugs underneath headphones
Pink wig because why not
Sunglasses
Rucksack with important items (water bottle, snacks, spare fidget toys)
Fidget pop tubes as bracelets
Fidget spinner ring
Comfy shirt and leggings
The comfy boots I wear every day even in summer
Below, the same person is shown in their usual outfit, with brown hair and a red shirt. They are giving a thumbs up and saying, "I made it about 2 hours before I realised I was too overstimulated and had to go home and sleep for the rest of the weekend."
The creator's links are at the bottom of the image: It's a Spectrum on Tapas.io; itsaspectrumcomic on Tumblr; @/itsaspectrumcomic on Instagram; and annasketches on Patreon. End ID.]
Would there be any interest in fandom-specific image descriptions, particularly for Genshin Impact and/or In Stars and Time? I've been thinking about making fandom-specific side blogs for this purpose, but I don't want to risk burning myself out. If people would be interested, though, I'm willing to give it a try.
I have created @s-i-d-isat and @s-i-d-genshin! These side blogs will be exclusively for descriptions about their respective fandoms; non-fandom descriptions will remain here on s-i-d-t.
Please don't expect a ton of activity there, as my energy is still limited. The irregularity of posts on this blog should give you some idea of what to expect. But I will do what I can. :) [smiling emoticon]
Would there be any interest in fandom-specific image descriptions, particularly for Genshin Impact and/or In Stars and Time? I've been thinking about making fandom-specific side blogs for this purpose, but I don't want to risk burning myself out. If people would be interested, though, I'm willing to give it a try.
Fake It 'til You Break It 😭
[Image Description: Screenshot of a tweet by Erin Ekins @/QueerlyAutistic. It reads, "Autistic people that society has decided are 'high functioning' tend to have a extremely disproportionate levels of mental illness and trauma, to the point where it's actually life limiting and life threatening.
"Just because we CAN fake it, doesn't mean it's not killing us." End ID.]
Sometimes it feels like everyone around me is speaking in a secret language and I'm the only one who doesn't know it.
[Image Description: A multi-panel digital comic by It's a Spectrum, titled "Not a Mind Reader."
The protagonist of the comic has light skin, brown hair, and a red shirt. They stand in the middle of a crowd of people with varying skin, hair, and shirt colors. All the other people have thought bubbles above their heads that read, "Imagine if everyone could read minds."
In the next panel, the thought bubbles vanish, and the protagonist is shown in monochrome. Narration text reads, "-except you. (and they couldn't read yours.)"
Narration: "Everyone would assume you're telepathic too and think you're ignoring them if you didn't respond." A smiling person with light skin, blond hair, and a blue shirt walks up to the protagonist and thinks telepathically, "Hey! What are you drawing?" The protagonist glances at them and goes back to drawing; they are labeled "oblivious." The person in the blue shirt frowns and thinks telepathically, "So rude."
Narration: "You'd do your best to understand." The protagonist stands in front of a sink full of dirty dishes. A person with light skin, black hair, and a purple shirt walks up to them, holding a full black trash bag. She thinks telepathically, "Could you do the dishes while I take out the bins?" The protagonist thinks, "She's holding a bin bag so she probably wants me to take the bins out," and says out loud, "Sure."
Narration: "But you wouldn't always get it right." The protagonist grabs the trash bag out of the other person's hands. She looks surprised.
Narration: "It would be exhausting trying to figure out what people are saying just from context clues all the time." Two people stand together, having a telepathic conversation with each other. Their words are obscured. A third person with no thought bubble stands between them, looking confused.
Narration: "It might end up easier to avoid people altogether." The protagonist stands apart from the group of people, facing away with an exhausted expression.
Narration: "Being autistic can feel like that too." End ID.]
Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do
This
there are more tweets in this thread
fucking SLAY
this isnt even the full thread, there are even MORE tweets to this thread that i think are really necessary to read if you do what op is talking about! it is not enough to know that feeling this way hurts the people you love, we already know that.
this rest of the thread continues after the third tweet from the reblog.
like THE FULL THREAD is genuinely so reassuring.
sometimes, it is not enough to just know, sometimes you might need that reassurance of "do you really think of me when i'm away?" and someone reassuring you that yeah, they do. and evaluate that! trust that! just like op did.
and then learning that ykw, it's NOT any of my business really. and finding comfort in that trust that like. whether they are or aren't thinking of me, they really do love me.
this full thread changed my life and i am ALWAYS going to give the full thread because the parts people cut out aren't enough for the people experiencing these things, speaking as someone who does. it, really it just makes us, made me, feel bad about my own capabilities when i saw the unfinished thread.
[Image Description: All images in this reblog chain are screenshots of tweets by sung @/killdads, from September 30, 2021. The full text of the tweet thread reads as follows.
One day I said out loud, "when we're apart I think you must hate me, I picture you seeing my name when I text you and heaving this big sigh because I'm so annoying" and he quietly said "that's a little mean. I wish you wouldn't picture me that way" and something clicked
That insecurity, the fear someone you love goes "ugh" at the thought of you, we uses their image to punish ourselves. We fear they see us as disposable, but what kind of person would so cruelly dispose of us, harbor such contempt for us, what kind of names are we calling them?
What kind of painful is it when all you do is adore someone so openly just for them to passively accuse you of spouting empty sentiments for the sake of convenience? You pour your heart out telling them they make you believe in magic and they tell you you're just placating them
I once said half jokingly, "I bet you don't even think of me when I'm not here" and he gently said, "that's really mean." It stopped me dead. We sat there holding hands and didn't talk for a while. He wasn't angry. It wasn't tense. I was just so confused
I realized later that I'd been so caught up in insisting that I am too damaged and misshapen to love, justifying any perceived failure to love me as not only natural but righteous, that I never considered how it feels to love someone who refuses to take you for your word.
Some days later I asked "do you really think of me when I'm away" and he said "of course I do." I asked "what kind of thoughts do you have about me" and
He said he wonders what I'm up to, pictures me whistling Chopin while clomping around the house in my slippers like a horse, throwing my head back and cackling on the phone, slamming the kitchen cupboards around with my shoulder squared while cooking or doing the dishes.
He was describing a rotation of tender portraits, mundane images of my everyday boredom, frustration, my quiet little pleasures, like thinking of me, because he loves me, is something that brings him joy
I thought about what kind of thoughts I have about him when we're apart. That image of him groaning with contempt after seeing my texts. The idea that hearing from me disrupts a vacation he needs from me, that I think of him too much because he never thinks of me.
These weren't loving thoughts. They weren't even about him. So I thought about him. How he saunters through the door beaming and says "hi gorgeous," how he breaks into a smile sometimes after looking at me for a long while, how he's calling the back room of his house my office
These were images of being loved. Evidence that this person is happy to have me around. I needed to acknowledge this evidence to be able to see him clearly in my mind in his times alone. To picture him picking up the phone when I call and smiling
Envisioning his time away from me as inert, amusing, beautiful, tragic, poignant, or very boring, most importantly none of my business, allows me to confront and accept my deep-seated shame around intimacy as the protective instinct of a wounded person.
This shame tells me not to get too comfortable, it distracts me with numerous petty and hyperbolic insecurities to keep me from seeing this person as clearly as I need to in order to accept his love. Because what if I'm wrong again, what if I'm abused or abandoned again
But the thing is I'm a living breathing learning organism and I confronted my father and my mother and it loosened some things. i picture him alone and let myself adore him and it's chipping away at that shame. I feel it. I feel the little differences all the time
Suddenly I find myself able to say, "I sleep like shit without you there." I go buy my own pack of cigarettes for the first time in weeks and I tell him buying my own cigarettes has started to feel wrong somehow. I can say, "I missed you" before asking, "do you ever miss me"
End ID.]
That's just how I stand...
[Image Description: A multi-panel digital comic by It's a Spectrum, titled "Until You Arrived." A person with light skin, brown hair, and a red shirt stands at a train station, looking at their phone and happily swaying from side to side. Text with an arrow pointing to them reads "Casually stimming while waiting for my train."
A person with slightly darker skin, brown hair, and a purple shirt, labeled "Random woman I've never met," rushes up and asks, "Are you OK?" The person in the red shirt looks confused and answers, "Yes?" The woman keeps staring at them, and they start sweating and shaking. The woman asks, "Are you sure?" They tremble harder, surrounded by question marks and a very quiet "...I was." End ID.]
[Image Description: Screenshot of a tweet by carl marks @/lethalrejection. It reads, "can't kill myself. there are so many good sandwiches left to try". End ID.]
For some reason I just find it easier to talk to animals. Maybe because I know they won't judge me.
(…that's a lie, my dog definitely tells me when she thinks I've spent too long on my phone by knocking it out of my hand with her paw.)
[Image Description: A multi-panel digital comic by It's a Spectrum, titled "Animal Speaking."
The first panel is labeled "Making small talk with humans." A person with light skin, tan hair, and a purple shirt asks, "Any plans for the weekend?" Another person with light skin, brown hair, and a red shirt sweats, looking uncomfortable, and replies, "Uh."
The second panel is labeled "Making small talk with my dog." It shows a series of interactions between the person with the red shirt and a small black dog, whose tail is always wagging. The person bends down towards the dog, smiling, and says, "Good morning! How are you doing?" They walk beside the dog, holding its leash, and ask, "Did you have a lovely walk?" They sit on the floor while the dog eats out of a bowl and ask, "Are you enjoying your dinner?" End ID.]
Why are we making small talk over gchat??
[Image Description: A multi-panel digital comic by It's a Spectrum, titled "Small Text." A person with light skin, chin-length brown hair, and a red shirt is sitting at a desk using a computer. Their computer pings, and they look at it curiously. A small chat box opens on their screen. A coworker has sent them a message that only says "Hi."
An ellipsis appears below the message, indicating that the coworker is typing. The person in the red shirt raises one eyebrow and waits. The ellipsis disappears; the coworker's message is now 5 minutes old and still only says "Hi." The person in the red shirt glares intensely at the message, thinking in italics, "Just tell me what you want." End ID.]
Sometimes it feels like I'm absorbing the emotions of everyone around me
[Image Description: A multi-panel digital comic by It's a Spectrum, titled "Emotional Sponge." A person colored in grayscale sits at a desk using a computer. There are people on either side of them, one glowing red and the other glowing orange. The red and orange are partially absorbed into the grayscale person's face.
The following panels show them picking up more colors from various people as they're walking down the street, riding on a bus, and unlocking the door to their home. Their expression becomes more and more stressed as the colors keep increasing. They go inside, a rainbow of colors now glowing across their face and body. They shut the door behind them, which also shuts out the rainbow glow of the outside world. They sigh with relief as they mostly return to grayscale, with only a faint amount of color still on them. End ID.]
[Image Description: Screenshot of a tweet by zel @/denzeldion on August 15, 2020. It reads, "the version you created of me in your head is not my responsibility". End ID.]
