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reblog w if ur a “i don’t inherently understand social cues so now it’s everyone else’s problem” type autistic or a “i don’t inherently understand social cues so ive spent years studying them and now i pick up on social cues neurotypical people have never even heard of” type autistic. it’s for science
Maybe I should...
I really wish I had stayed home tonight.
Going to family gatherings has always been difficult. But it has increased the older Ive gotten. But I made myself go. As a promise of effort to myself and to others.
I can't always understand when people may say or do things because they could be
Inebriated. This is the same when people may be "not all there" for other reasons too.
I now understand, after being diagnosed that this is because of my autism.
It is also the reason for my speech pattern, my extreme bilingualism and my awkwardness and difficulty acting "normal" around people I'm not used to being with.
But I still make the effort. Because I know I can do it.
It takes time for me to get comfortable and stop analyzing and timing my responses. I finally let loose. I open my mouth and a half Spanish half English response comes out.
I get called out. For being disrespectful to the rest of the table.
"Let's try to talk all in just one language here"
The muscles in my neck harden and my mood is shattered.
I can't defend myself. It's not the time, place or person to do so. So I force myself to be meek.
Another tries to come to my aid but gets shot down because of their age.
"I'm sorry. It was just that one phrase"
Nobody else defends me.
I retreat into my head and inmeditaly want to leave. But, I push it down. Down. Down. Down.
"It's just that they've been drinking. You know how they get"
I think that's supposed to comfort me.
I push through. I swallow my discomfort. I mask up. I smile when asked. I go through the motions.
I nod along, I force a laugh.
All the while, I run different scenarios on how I could've responded differently to stand up for myself.
Evening moves along. I finally, after hours, start returning to a sense of comfort.
I move to another table. Further away, feeling more confident.
I try to be more friendly and less formal. My speech relaxes.
"Don't talk like that. Never use those short-cuts. You should never talk like that. You've been given an education to talk better."
My confidence, shatters. My comfort, evaporates. I've had enough. But I can't respond back. I do not argue with people who've been drinking.
I nod and utter "Ok" and swallow my feelings down, down, down.
I spent a while imagining someone invented, intergecting and defending me.
"This is how she speaks and it's completely ok"
"She can speak in any way she wishes"
It would've been nice, right?
I hold on, I decline rides offered. Because I'm waiting for the privacy of the ride back with my parents. I earned to explain, to be understood and comforted. Supported.
Hours go by. I've held on. Mask hanging my a thread. We're finally leaving and the passivity in my face crumbles.
But I'm not met with comfort or open ears. No understanding.
"Learn to take a joke. Toughen up. You have to toughen up"
I'm tired. I've been trying not to cry all night and I finally break.
"If you don't learn to take it, you'll just keep living in you're little bubble"
But you know.... maybe that's the way it should be.
I realize I can't even attempt to explain my feelings. From one end, resigned silence and from the other, inebriated indifference.
It was not the moment to attempt to explain myself.
"If this isn't the moment, you should try finding another"
That sealed it.
My sadness is met not with understanding or comfort. It's rewarded with silence and storming off the car in frustrated indifference.
I'm returned to my bubble and I breathe.
There's no comfort, so I'll comfort myself.
There's no attempt to understand, so it needs to come from me.
There's no hugs, so I hug myself.
Yes, Maybe I should just stay in my bubble.
Maybe I should.
If you think that you may be neurodivergent or disabled and you self diagnose in order to access resources I have one thing to tell you.
Whether you turn out to be neurodivergent or not, you deserve whatever resources or accommodations that will make your life happier, safer, or easier.
Everyone deserves the help they need, whether they have a disability or not. Whether you are self diagnosed or professionally diagnosed. Everyone deserves accommodations, and if you think otherwise that is rooted in ableism. The idea that accommodations are scarce and should be reserved for only the people who need them most is rooted in capitalist systems that shame disabled people for being 'useless' and requiring resources.
reblog w if ur a “i don’t inherently understand social cues so now it’s everyone else’s problem” type autistic or a “i don’t inherently understand social cues so ive spent years studying them and now i pick up on social cues neurotypical people have never even heard of” type autistic. it’s for science
Icon, role model, and an absolute legend that we all must stan
can’t believe gay people were invented two years ago today
new episode angst?? what angst?? only sweet potatoes here ;v;
(this was literally in my head the whole ep and ik someone’s prob drawn it but i needed it to exist just in case anyways brb im crying)
Wanted to get this out before season 2B airs
You can only reblog this today.
I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again
time for some lumity pics! 8′)
Feeling sad?
Have an opossum butt
RJ here! My version of Cat’s ‘Draw This in Your Style’ thing. I think I may have accidentally on purpose changed the characters but I do what I wanna. Because I’m the co-creator.
*listens to Material Girl on repeat*
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Diamond when Adamant says she wants to be bench pressed
As someone with ADHD (I have what was diagnosed as “verbal diarrhea” by a doctor) and on the spectrum for autism Daffodil is my comfort character. I also suffer from depression, and I have major OCD and anxiety. I dwell a lot.
Daffodil is my comfort character too. They're kinda the unofficial mascot of the comic for me. I love them so much. - RJ
Buff Daffodil - Cat
