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inkskinned

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

lyralit

nobility titles (in order of importance )- writing prompts

empress / emperor - rules over an empire, composed of several kingdoms or countries. highest rank

king / queen - rules over a kingdom. could be a part of an empire, but still quite powerful

duchess / duke - rule over a duchy (a part of a kingdom, ex. a province or large territory). second only to the literal king and queen

marquis / marchioness - support dukes and duchesses, don't usually own territory

countess / count/earl - rule over cities. have their own castles. pretty cool guys

viscount / viscountess - rule over smaller lands, like towns or villages. they can also be the children of counts/earls and countesses

baron / baroness - the 'servants' of nobility. usually only people who have their own land + a noble rank.

⚜️.

princess / prince - the descendants of royalty

knight / dame - usually military folk with titles (addressed as "sir")

lady / lord - addressing anyone below the rank of queen / king (unless their title is princess / prince)

lgbt-tiktoks

Caption: [I gotta say if you're a neurodivergent person looking for a place where you can work and function, cannot recommend uh, lab technician enough because here's how the average day goes for me:

K: Hi boss who I haven't spoken to all day. Here's the work you wanted. I did it completely by myself and also I'm currently wearing a graphic t-shirt and yoga pants.

Boss: This looks great and that's all I care about. Thank you lesbian.

K: Close enough.]

autism-fucking-rocks

If you're ever asking an autistic person to do something, be sure to explain why you want them to do it.

When I was a kid, I always kept the windows open when it rained. I saw no reason to close them even though my mom kept asking me to. She never gave a reason, so I never listened. She'd say it let the rain in and I'd think "no shit" and continue to keep them open. Eventually, she explained that it could cause mold. That made sense to me, so I started closing the windows. Simple as that.

When we first got cats, they kept jumping onto the counters. Once again, I saw no issue with this. My mom kept chasing them down and I couldn't figure out why. She'd get annoyed whenever I let them stay up there. Once she told me that it was unsanitary, I thought that made sense so I stopped letting them stay on the counter.

To an outsider (and probably to my mom at the time) it may have seemed like I didn't understand the instructions or was being intentionally difficult. But I can't just follow an order without a reason. I must decide for myself if the order makes sense before I follow it, and I need the logic behind it to do that.

So if you're asking an autistic person to do something, explain why it needs to be done. It's very hard for a lot of us to override that part of our brains.

bogleech

Not to detract from this being about autism but this is something everyone always should have practiced all the time with everybody. “Because I said so” isn’t a valid reason to listen to anyone; not a parent, not a partner, not a boss or a cop or a whole government.

spacezeros123

wanting and not wanting at the same time

a comic for asexual awareness week

spacezeros123

bringing this back today for the start of pride month. still overwhelmed by how well this comic went down and with how many people relate. it’s easy to think aro-ace people are all totally accepting of their identities and really proud of who they are. i guess on websites like this you see a lot of people proudly putting their identity in their bio, a flag in their profile picture.

in fact i think a lot of aro-ace people really hate that part of themselves, hide it, and struggle for a long time to ‘accept’ who they are and feel any sense of ‘pride’. that’s the feeling i wanted to capture here. the disappointment, the loneliness, upon realising that you can’t feel what is such a wonderful thing. the embarrassment of not being ‘normal’, of being some random sexuality that nobody irl has heard of, and letting down those around you because you can’t be who they want you to be. how desperately you want to change, how desperately you want to feel. but you just can’t.

i know not all aro-ace people feel like this. i know lots of aro and/or ace people feel able to be in relationships, to feel closeness and have partners in other ways. but i think it’s important to be aware that some aro-ace people do feel like this.

the comments on this comic have mostly been great but a few have been very frustrating. a comment it got a lot was along the lines of ‘aw!! you don’t need to have sex to be in a relationship!’. you completely missed the point, hah. this is not a comic about sex. it’s about a lack of feeling, the lack of something beautiful other people seem to have. another comment that popped up a few times was ‘maybe she’s a lesbian’. well maybe lesbians and aro/ace girls have more in common than people think - maybe they both often struggle to accept that they feel no attraction to men, even though society has conditioned them to do so, sometimes spending years trying to force themselves to like men in that way, when they just can’t.

this comic is called ‘wanting and not wanting at the same time’ because she wants to love. but when it comes down to the reality, she can’t fulfil the requirements of that. she wants to love someone forever, to get married and have children and grow old with her soulmate, but she doesn’t want it with this person. or that person. or anyone she meets or will ever meet. a sort of catch 22, i guess.

hope that makes sense. thanks for listening, and have a lovely pride month ❤️

ororium-z

Happy Pride!

rootbeergoddess

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

lifeafterpsychiatry

Dealing With Executive Dysfunction - A Masterpost

The “getting it done in an unconventional way” method.

The “it’s not cheating to do it the easy way” method.

The “fuck what you’re supposed to do” method.

The “get stuff done while you wait” method.

The “you don’t have to do everything at once” method.

The “it doesn’t have to be permanent to be helpful” method.

The “break the task into smaller steps” method.

The “treat yourself like a pet” method.

The “it doesn’t have to be all or nothing” method.

The “put on a persona” method.

The “act like you’re filming a tutorial” method.

The “you don’t have to do it perfectly” method.

The “wait for a trigger” method.

The “do it for your future self” method.

The “might as well” method.

The “when self discipline doesn’t cut it” method.

The “taking care of yourself to take care of your pet” method.

The “make it easy” method.

The “junebugging” method.

The “just show up” method.

The “accept when you need help” method.

The “make it into a game” method.

The “everything worth doing is worth doing poorly” method.

The “trick yourself” method.

The “break it into even smaller steps” method.

The “let go of should” method.

The “your body is an animal you have to take care of” method.

The “fork theory” method.

The “effectivity over aesthetics” method.

silverwhitewolfqueen

Reading through all of these made me realize that while I love my mama, her way of doing things is very toxic for me. I’ve lost track of how many times shes told me to do certain things and I just can’t get myself to do them the way she wants them done.

My mama is a neat freak, the epitome of “A place for everything and everything in its place” NT style. Her clothes are all put away in drawers, things tucked out of sight, ect. Where if I do that I forget it exists. There’s a reason I only use a few select shirts and pants even though I have an entire closet and dresser full.

Bless her, she tries to understand but we just run on completely different wavelengths. That’s okay though, because I don’t HAVE to do things her way. Now whenever my parents are gone on a trip or at work when I am not, I can get things done the way I need to get them done. My mama may not agree with the way it’s done, but the end result is the same either way.

When I finally get my own place, my mama may cringe at the way I will have things set up, but I know she will support me anyway, and I won’t be constantly damaging my mental health trying to conform to methods that don’t work for me. I’m different and that’s okay, it’s okay to do things my own way.

#executive disfunction #self care

tiktoks-repost

thegrumpycaterpillar

Break the stigma

deakysgurl-deactivated20240308

I could not reblog this fast enough

altheadajoysoul

cheshirelibrary

Sometimes classics can be improved upon.

The Tree Who Set Healthy Boundaries : an alternate ending for Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree by Topher Payne 💯🌳❤️

https://www.topherpayne.com/giving-tree?

kendallroy-deactivated20210425

idk who needs to hear this but when your english teacher asks you to explain why an author chose to use a specific metaphor or literary device, it’s not because you won’t be able to function in real-world society without the essential knowledge of gatsby’s green light or whatever, it’s because that process develops your abilities to parse a text for meaning and fill in gaps in information by yourself, and if you’re wondering what happens when you DON’T develop an adult level of reading comprehension, look no further than the dizzying array of examples right here on tumblr dot com

kendallroy-deactivated20210425

this post went from 600 to 2400 notes in the time it took me to write 3 emails. i’m already terrified for what’s going to happen in there

kendallroy-deactivated20210425

k but also, as an addendum, the reason we study literary analysis is because everything an author writes has meaning, whether it was intentional or not, and their biases and agendas are often reflected in their choice of language and literary devices and so forth! and that ties directly into being able to identify, for example, the racist and antisemitic dogwhistles often employed by the right wing, or the subconscious word choices that can unintentionally illustrate someone’s bias or blind spot. LANGUAGE HAS WEIGHT AND MEANING! the way we communicate is a reflection of our inner selves, and that’s true regardless of whether it’s a short story or a novel or a blog post or a tweet. instead of taking a piece of writing at face value and stopping there, assuming that there is no deeper meaning or thought behind the words on the page, ask yourself these two questions instead:

1. what is the author trying to say? 2. what does the author maybe not realize they’re saying?

because the most interesting reading of any piece of literature, imho, usually occupies the space in between those questions.

icescrabblerjerky

Analyzing text is literally a life skill, y’all.

golvio

Also:

3. What are you, personally, bringing to your analysis of the art?

Art is, fundamentally, a dialogue between artist and audience. You’re going to have a very different take on the work if:

You have an intense emotional reaction to the work because it hits a bit too close to home/there’s other stuff going on in your life that you somehow connect to this work.

Your own personal context either lets you in on a shared experience with an author who has something in common with you/gives you a totally different perspective because the writer’s identity is totally different from yours. Did the author get certain things wrong? Is the author writing about something you’ve never personally experienced before?

A couple of things you should ask yourself before dropping that hot take:

Are there particular biases or beliefs that are blocking your ability to analyze the work accurately? Is your interpretation based more on your initial gut reaction to the story and characters than what’s actually in the text? Can you collect and provide evidence from within the text to back up your own interpretation beyond just how it made you feel in that particular moment?

Is this your own opinion of the text, or are you unwittingly mirroring the opinion of someone else whose analysis you saw before getting into the text yourself?

Do you recognize your own interpretation is unique to you and that others might see the same artwork differently? If other people disagree with you, do you understand why they disagree with you?

Analyzing the work, trying to guess the author’s intent, and backing up your arguments with evidence from the text are essential skills. However, recognizing your own role as audience and that you’re not necessarily a passive, unbiased observer is important if you want to take the next step towards more nuanced analysis and criticism.

Something a lot of the half-baked takes that everyone makes fun of have in common is that they say a lot more about the critic than the work itself, so that self-awareness can help you avoid falling into that trap. There’s no such thing as a totally objective critic, but recognizing and owning that your experience is subjective can lead to much more meaningful critiques of art because you can more clearly explain why a piece made you feel the way it did without pretending your take is The One True Take.

mindfulness-with-mo

pipis-envy

Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!

pipis-envy

Same thing goes for bisexual men and mlm relationships!!!!!

pipis-envy

REBLOG THIS VERSION TOO YOU COWARDS

toenail-soup-deactivated2020091

Same thing for bisexual people in m/f relationships that people call straight.

ultimatebottom69

Now reblog this cowards

brightlotusmoon

funnyandhilarious

There Is One In Each Classroom

sarcastic-fish-deactivated20210

I hope you realize there are some kids out there where their parents don’t settle for anything less than the best. That A- might seem good to you, but that kid could have a whole series of degrading comments and ‘you could have done better’ thrown at them at home. It’s the way they were raised, anything less than perfect is a failure.

codingdilemma-deactivated202108

Repost for the comment

talkingoutofyourbass

Yeah, lemme tell you about the time I got 99% on an exam, and my father bellowed at me, “WHERE’S THE OTHER ONE PERCENT?????”. It broke my heart, and almost thirty years later, it STILL hurts.

lovethisotp

You know what one of my most vivid memories of Year 7 science is? Throughout the year I’d gotten 96%, 98%, 99%, 99.6%, which was my teacher’s way of saying ‘I know you know your shit, but don’t slack off, I want to push you to be great’. Well FINALLY I got my prized 100%, and I packed it in my bag especially to show my grandpa. You know what he says? ‘So you ARE smart. Why couldn’t you get this mark on all those other tests then?’ The next year I had such high expectations on me, when I got 80% I was shattered.

bubbly-flamingo-deactivated2016

Every time I get a report card, my dad points at the lowest grade and says “what happened there? Maybe we should start working on that next semester.”

One day, I get ALL As except an A- in English. I had worked hard for that A-, English was my worst class, and I had been getting consistent Bs and B-s for the past few semesters. He sees my report card, points at the A-, and says “what happened there? Maybe we should start working on that next semester.”

This, friends, is why I will be VERY stressed if I get an A- on a test or a paper, even if you got a lower grade. Because if all my grades aren’t perfect, I will get constantly harassed about it by my parents.

princeofwittenberg

Can I talk about the fact that teachers will do this too? You get some good grades at the beginning of the year, and then whenever you have a bad day or slack a little they go “well look at that, why couldn’t you have done better?” Or the kids around you who happen to get a better grade than you on something and go “YES! I GOT A BETTER GRADE THAN ___ I MUST BE AWESOME!”

Seriously guys, this is fucked up.

What you guys don’t know is that person has probably put extreme pressure on themselves already, and you have just made them feel like shit.

howdygato

Also, if you raise your hand in class and get the wrong answer when you’re the “smart kid, goody two shoes, teachers pet” the entire class makes a joke out of it.

polyam-bug-wannabe-deactivated2

It really hurts too when you are the “Gifted” kid in your household. You are held to a higher standard than most of your friends and siblings. I am not allowed to get a B. Ever. Period.

My little brother? He got at least 2 B’s last year and it’s totally fine. I got an 89% in Psych 2 last year that I didn’t know about and I was torn a new one. Why? “Because you are smart and you can get an A.”

It took until 9th grade for 90-95% to be more acceptable. I took an AP class and the moment I dipped below an A I was banned from interactions with friends outside of school.

All because I was “gifted” as a child. Because I was told I was smarter by default. And where am I now? Every failed answer I berate myself and then spiral, and spiral further because “I’m too smart to not control myself”. With every test that I get less than an A on I want to cry.

And the best part is that my parents are teachers and refuse to listen to me tell them that all of this screws with my head. How can I love myself when my standards are tests and grades?

Sorry I went on a rant, but when people make comics like op did I get really heated. There is a reason people do that. And that reason isn’t pretty.