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(( Oh! before I go to bed, Happy Autism Awareness Acceptance month! ))
There's times where I like hugs. There's times where I don't want to be touched. There's times where I love noise. There's times where I don't want to hear anything at all. There's times when I like smells. There's times where smells make me sick. There's some foods I like. There's some foods I can't stand. There's some textures I like. There's some textures I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. There's some patterns I love. There's some patterns that hurt my eyes.
Every day is different. Every moment is different. We live in a world where stimuli is everywhere and no one cares if the stimuli they cause hurt you.
Being autistic in this world is hard. People make fun of us. People call us adult children. People don't see it from our point of view.
Awareness is knowing something is out there. Acceptance is being aware and helping the best you can to make a difference.
Autistic children and adults need acceptance. Not awareness. The media does plenty of awareness. We need compassion.
This is not my world
This is not my world, because I don’t feel connected with it. Because I am only worth it, if I look like how they want me to look. Because animals don’t have the same rights as human beings, although in my opinion animals are everything, we cannot be. Because I have to explain myself for everything I say, do, eat and feel. Because me, as a woman, don’t have the same rights as men. Because climate change is something so big, but still so unimportant to today’s society. Because I have to fight for everything I say, do, eat and feel. Because I am not beautiful until I am thick or have a thigh gap. Because my outfit has to look like other people want it to look. Because I can’t say, do, eat and feel everything I want, because perhaps I doesn’t fit in.
I just don’t feel comfortable in this world, with animal cruelty, war and unacceptability
Nothing is harder than fighting for acceptance for being who you are.
