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How do I unsubscribe from ptsd??

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So this happened a couple years ago, but here’s my coming out story (or at least the first part of it).

On a different note... Is anybody seeing my posts?  Or is it just time for me to give up on Tumblr?

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Couldn't resist drawing Damian in his basket

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I absolutely love this.

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An anarchist community bookstore had the best response to getting robbed

[source, May 2020]

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I really like the take where the robber left the bird behind.  Like some sort of barter system.

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Someone put red paint on the "Serve and Protect" sculpture at the Salt Lake City police building and it is such a powerful statement.

"Good art should disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed." -C.A.C.

If anyone knows who took the photo, it would be much appreciated. I want to give credit where credits due. Found here on insta.

https://www.instagram.com/utagainstpolicebrutality/

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Damn this is a powerful visual

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I’m pretty sure tumblr is making all my posts invisible, and I don’t know what to do about it. Might be time to give up on this platform.  Anyhoo... Today’s comic ^

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Y’know, I had actually made a lot of progress fixing my innate White Person intolerance for spice, thanks to some very insistent Thai friends - then IBS messed the whole damn thing up. :(

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I grew up with abusive parents, but in adulthood, I've been taken under the wing of one of the most amazing women I know.  I'm lucky to have her in my life. <3

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yes, that’s a real sentence I actually said without thinking

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Anybody else do this?

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Is anybody seeing this?  I’ve been posting for several weeks now, but don’t really understand how to become visible on tumblr :(

(When brains have PTSD, they can get locked into the neural pathways from when the trauma occurred.  For those with childhood trauma, parts of the brain can get locked into the age that the trauma occurred at.  Mine started when I was 6ish, which is why I draw my PTSD as a kid.)

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(Part 1 of 2)

I’ve been trying to figure out how to best describe my experiences with friendship as an autistic woman. It gets tricky because it feels like most of my friends are speaking in a different language; I can sort of get by in that language when it comes to basic stuff, but I don’t know how to communicate more complicated stuff, like my emotions. And while I feel like I’m constantly putting work into translating myself for the neurotypical world around me, it can feel like when it comes to the way I naturally communicate, people tend to brush it aside as flawed or annoying rather than putting in the same effort. (To be clear, I’m not claiming that anyone owes me that effort. But it gets exhausting to constantly have to translate and moderate myself for others’ benefit.)