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One thing that sucks about being an alcoholic (sober 6 years) is being in a hotel while my partner is working in our house and the art on the wall is alcohol :/
A painting of a wine glass being poured and then photography of barrels and pictures of vineyards. I never was into wine, but it's still reminding me of everything.
Thankfully I'm with my other roommate and we've been having fun eating pizza and exploring and swimming. Lots of distractions.
(Tw for brief mentions of mental health struggles)
It may take some time and patience, but…
It IS possible to survive hallucinations and thrive.
It IS possible to survive paranoia and thrive.
It IS possible to survive suicidal ideation/attempts and thrive.
It IS possible to survive mood swings and more extreme, long-term elevated moods/mental states and thrive.
It IS possible to survive intrusive thoughts and thrive.
It IS possible to survive SH and thrive.
It IS possible to survive SA/CSA and thrive.
It IS possible to survive traumatic experiences and flashbacks and thrive.
It IS possible to survive depression and thrive.
It IS possible to near-constant panic attacks and still thrive.
It IS possible to survive through cognitive changes and changes to your abilities and still thrive.
Your mental illness is not the end. Your disability is not all that you can be. Your struggles will not end you inherently.
It IS possible to find acceptance. It is possible to find people who care about and love you or to grow to appreciate your inherent self worth.
It is not a moral failing to struggle. You’re lovable. You’re valuable. You’re alive, and that alone means that you have a chance in this world.
It’s going to be okay. Hold on, it’s okay to find that balance between rest and fight for a better life, in whichever way that best fits you.
Don’t give up.
I'm a walking and talking testament to every single one of these points. I've survived not just each one, but multiple bouts of each one.
It was incredibly hard to hold on, but I have. And I'm fighting back a lot because I'm so tired.
I try to tell myself that it will always end. Nothing is forever. Because life is a cycle and it's ever changing moments every second. My psychotic episodes were not ends, but they DID end. And I'm in a place where I'm prepared for the next one instead of dreading every second until then.
I'm 28, almost 29 in just a couple months, and I've been really close to dying multiple times. I never thought I'd be here, and now it's just about giving myself as much time as possible. Making my life as comfortable as possible step by step.
I've spent the past literal decade enacting barriers, contingency plans, safety measures to help. I am finally, as of a few months ago, not at risk of becoming homeless at any moment. I don't have access to most things that make my issues worse (the only things are those I can't control, like the state of the world and actions of other people.)
I have enough support to get me through stuff I can't get through alone and coping mechanisms that actually help. I have people who care about me much more than the people I had in my life just a handful of years ago.
I still struggle, and I still have these issues, but it's easier and I have actual days where I'm in a good mood or happy and it's NOT an elevated mood of some sort. Where I do things that make me happy or make things easier.
I no longer believe that it's useless to do anything because I'll always have these issues.
I believe in pushing back and taking control where I can so I can be safe while I let episodes pass.
it sucks how people dont let you talk about your psychotic experiences and immediately just go "see a doctor about that" or "i am not qualified to help with this" like i actually am not asking you to fix this i just need someone to listen to me because this experience is incredibly isolating and lonely and scary and no one seems to be able to deal with me when i really just need a friend. like why is it ok to talk about your autism or adhd struggles but as soon as it is psychosis it is chucked in the too hard basket.
It is hard to explain to non schizo spec people how the whole world can be a trigger for psychotic experiences I am always getting told to get out of my house more and that if I don’t it will ruin my mental health but people don’t realise that going outside brings a host of problems for me for example at times the trees will talk to me and not just trees any plants bushes shrubs all of it is fair game then there are the clouds and the sun and moon that all try and send me messages and other people outside could be trying to read my mind or spy on me or hurt me or attack me in some way even the wind is sending me messages my car radio will also talk to me and shops are full of hidden messages. Anything and everything outside is fair game for being dangerous and triggering. At least at home in my little apartment I know what to expect and yes I still hear and see things inside but they are easier to locate and identify because I know what is going to be in my apartment and what is not supposed to be in there. I don’t have to do so much guessing in my little box.
I have a similar issue with messages in everything. Lights, footsteps and pathways (especially in snow), sensing energies of things and people and feeling like they're important.
I feel like certain areas are portals sometimes because I "sense" it.
I feel like I'm being watched or followed.
Synchronicities and numbers are huge things that can affect how I think and feel.
Not to mention I have non psychotic triggers for PTSD and OCD and stuff.
It's much more stressful going outside. I'm trying to do it more because being alone with my thoughts is also very bad, but my therapist seems not to understand how much being outside affects me.
Being psychotic is constantly checking things to make sure you’re in this reality and you didn’t accidentally stumble into the neighboring reality where everything doesn’t make any sense again
CW my experience with this and similar-
I do reality checks so much. I also avoid areas where I feel like I'd slip into a different timeline.
Sometimes I wake up and it just feels like everything is wrong and I've traveled in my dreams.
I miss when there were more days that felt right than incorrect.
I don't want to be struggling with psychosis and obsessed with suicide. I want to be fighting ICE and saving the world.
Image description: A comparison of hypomania vs mixed hypomania (hypomanic + depressed) by symptom.
Elevated energy
Pure hypomania: Motivated, driven, productive.
Mixed hypomania: An uncomfortable, anxious energy that feels "wired, restless, crawling out of my skin".
Elevated mood
Pure hypomania: Euphoric, excited, giddy, good humored, a spiritual sense of connection.
Mixed hypomania: Labile, with rapid swings between irritable, sad, anxious, despairing, and rarely giddy or euphoric.
Irritable
Both: Impatient, quick to anger, starting arguments or isolating to avoid fights. There's often a mild paranoid sense that "people have it out for me", and the patient is quick to cut off relationships or split others into good and bad.
Increased confidence
Pure hypomania: More certain of their ideas or abilities, optimistic, self-important, arrogant, ignoring risks.
Mixed hypomania: When mixed with depression, the heightened confidence doesn't make the patient feel too good about themselves. Instead they come across as demanding, intimidating, or stubborn. Depressive self-doubt is replaced by an undue certainty in their beliefs, leading to frequent arguments.
Decreased need for sleep
Pure hypomania: Sleeping less than 6 hours while still carrying on their usual activities.
Mixed hypomania: Even when decreased in quantity patients still feel they need sleep, either because of depressive fatigue or because they dread consciousness. Sleep is reversed (up all night and asleep during the day) or random.
Rapid or pressured speech
Pure hypomania: Rapid, loud, interrupting and talking over people, difficult to follow.
Mixed hypomania: Speech is often rapid or loud, but what is more apparent is the urgent, emotional tone of desperation.
Racing thoughts
Pure hypomania: Lots of ideas, mental clarity, or multiple trains of thought that are hard to follow.
Mixed hypomania: Their mind is crowded with depressive or anxious thoughts, imagining worse-case scenarios. Patients complain that they "can't shut my mind off", particularly at night.
Distracted
Pure hypomania: Changing tasks frequently, thoughts shift from topic to topic, easily distracted by external stimuli.
Mixed hypomania: Shifting tasks in a directionless manner, disorganised, hard to think, thoughts shuffle from one anxious topic to another.
Hyperactive
Pure hypomania: Exercising or moving more, restless, socialising more, making lots of plans or starting many projects.
Mixed hypomania: Agitated, tense, and "driven to do something but don't know what to do". The patient paces from room to room or goes on random walks or drives.
Impulsive
Pure hypomania: Spending more money, driving faster, sudden travel, starting new relationships or projects, saying things they regret, sex, gambling, drug use, crossing social, moral or legal lines.
Mixed hypomania: Reckless, destructive actions. Suddenly leaving relationships or jobs, breaking things, aggressive driving. When pleasure is pursued patients explain away the impulsivity as an attempt to lift their mood (overspending through "retail therapy", binge eating, pornography). Rates of addition, self-harm, and suicide are elevated.
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Growing up schizospec is weird because delusions become so normal you don't even think to bring them up like yeah my mother's a demon in disguise and i have to act like i don't know it because otherwise i'll get killed And you just Grow up thinking like that
Literally! I didn't know what delusions were or anything and I'm still trying to figure out what's not "normal" to think and believe. A lot of it I never told anyone because it was so normal for me
What I did express was mostly because it'd affect my actions and I'd try to explain- it was met with people who didn't seem concerned by it. They were moreso just annoyed that I was too old to be making stuff up or scared of things that weren't real. Or I was made fun of.
I learned not to talk about these things because it got those reactions or it seemed to make people uncomfortable and I never learned the severity of what was happening to me.
It was always "stop making stuff up" and not "you really believe this?" There was always an assumption that what I was experiencing wasn't real to me at all. Nobody ever knew about the things I never even thought to mention.
my pov as someone with schizophrenia
On good days, I get out of bed before noon.
I brush my teeth. Brush my hair. Drink something. Maybe half a litre if I’m lucky.
I wear clothes that make me look like someone passable. Someone normal.
I look in the mirror and try not to gag at the reflection.
I smile.
It doesn’t always reach my eyes — but that doesn’t matter.
People like it when you smile.
On good days, I can hold a conversation.
I nod in the right places. Laugh a second too late.
People don’t notice — but I do.
Every answer is scripted:
“Yeah, I’ve been okay.”
“Keeping busy.”
“Not too bad, thanks.”
Repeat. Pretend. Move on.
But they don’t really want the truth. Not the real truth.
Not… I heard six voices on the bus this morning and two of them told me I should die.
Not… I couldn’t tell if the man near the window was staring at me or if it was just my stupid, broken brain.
Not… I still sleep with LED lights on because I’m afraid of what the dark hides. Afraid it knows me.
On good days, I am a ghost.
I drift through the hours. Present, polite, invisible.
No one notices the tremble in my fingers, the quick turns of my head, the way I chew my skin raw.
They don’t see the red cracked welts, the way I check corners, or how reality stutters —
time skips, sounds layer wrong, the air thickens with meaning that isn’t there.
I’ve trained myself into an illusion.
And illusions are safer than truth.
I learned to mask early.
Told adults about the blurry people, about the voices.
They said I was lying. Attention-seeking.
So I stopped telling. And started hiding.
I remember my first panic attack like a burn that never cooled.
Felt like being buried alive in my own body.
Breathing made it worse — too much awareness.
My ribs expanding. Heart hammering like it wanted out.
Everyone said, “Just breathe.”
But all I could hear was static — and one calm voice:
“Don’t trust them. They know. They’re watching.”
So I stopped breathing deep.
I ran.
Eight, nine, ten miles — just to prove I was real.
The pain reminded me.
But I still felt false.
People think recovery is soft. Like rest.
But it’s not.
It’s war.
It’s queuing in the Co-op while someone behind you whispers your name.
It’s feeling your brain short-circuit, then pretending nothing happened.
It’s choosing juice over Red Bull. Conditioner over scissors.
Sleep over spirals.
It’s showing up when your skull is buzzing with fluorescent lights and dread.
People say,
“You’re doing so well.”
“You seem like yourself again.”
“You’re strong. You’re coping.”
And I thank them. I smile.
Inside, I laugh bitterly.
People are easy to fool.
But the truth is — even on the good days, I still feel fake.
I still feel broken.
I still feel depressed.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I dropped the mask.
If I screamed in public.
If I argued back — loud and shaking — to voices no one else could hear.
I saw a man doing that once.
Yelling into thin air, arms waving like he was drowning.
People walked past.
“Junkie bastard,” someone muttered.
And I felt it — not shame.
Envy.
Not of his pain, but his freedom.
The freedom to break without apology.
But I can’t. I can’t afford it.
I have a partner. A future I’m trying to protect.
People trust me. Like me. Think I’m stable.
If they knew how loud my mind is —
how I still flinch when someone mentions substances,
how I can’t walk down a street without wondering if a seagull is tracking me,
if the milk’s laced with micro-diseases,
if I’m being watched, followed, recorded,
if everyone is out to get me —
would they still call me friend?
I always knew I wasn’t like the other kids. Not really. There was something off-kilter in me — like my soul came wired wrong. Maybe that’s why they did what they did. Maybe they sensed the strangeness before I did. I didn’t know how to exist, so I learned to echo — mirrored voices, copied movements, stitched together pieces of other people and hoped they’d hold. But they didn’t. It always came out wrong. Too much, or not enough. I stumbled through reckless years like a ghost in borrowed skin — running from places that never felt like home, chasing chaos because it felt familiar. Normal, I told myself. Normal kids make mistakes. But mine left bruises, scars, unpaid bills, empty beds. I grew up in care, while grieving people who were still alive. Parents too tangled in poison to love me right. I survived heartbreaks that weren’t romantic, but still shattered me. And now — now I’m on the path. Right meds, safer choices, soft mornings. But the road is steep. Some days I still forget how to breathe. Some days the past knocks louder than the present. And still — I wake up. Still — I try again. That has to count for something.
There’s one voice that’s always there.
Not the loudest. Not the cruelest.
Just persistent.
“They’re thinking things about you,” it whispers.
“They know who you are.”
In the shower.
On the bus.
In the middle of an exam.
I know it isn’t real.
But knowing isn’t feeling.
It’s not just hearing a voice and believing it.
It’s worse —
It’s the tension in your gut.
The doubt that drips slow.
Like poison in tea.
You start watching people watching you.
Noticing the pause before they speak.
And the voice grins:
“Told you. Can’t trust them.”
So you pretend. Again.
I used to think schizophrenia made people dangerous.
That’s what the movies said.
But I’ve never hurt anyone.
Never raised a hand.
The only person I ever wanted to vanish… was me.
Schizophrenics aren’t violent.
We’re more likely to be the victim.
The punchline.
The warning sign.
Sometimes I catch my reflection in a car window and feel like I’m watching someone else.
They look okay.
Scrubbed up not bad.
That’s got to be enough. Right?
I didn’t mean to fall in love.
Didn’t think I could.
Love felt like a risk for people with quieter minds.
People who don’t decode glances or flinch at shadows.
People who don’t wake up already bleeding from the night before.
But then he showed up.
Quiet, patient, confusing. his name was Ben, he wasn’t like the rest. not loud or cocky but steady. like when a rock stays still even though the storms beating the hell out of it.
The first time we met, I was over-calculated. Guarded.
He saw right through it.
Later, he told me:
“I knew you were scared. I just didn’t want to be another reason.”
He saw me before I ever said a word.
And that terrified me.
Because if someone sees you, really sees you —
they can leave.
It was messy.
Awkward.
Sometimes painful.
When I spiraled, I pulled away.
Went quiet. Cold. Sharp.
He didn’t shout.
Didn’t storm out.
Just sat there — stunned. Hurt. Still trying.
“I want to help,” he’d say. “But I don’t know how.”
And sometimes I didn’t want help. I wanted distance. I wanted to disappear.
Some nights, I’d pick fights.
Say cruel things the voices fed me.
Hate myself before the sentence even landed.
But he stayed.
We learned each other slowly.
I learned that loving someone when your brain tries to kill you every day is a form of resistance.
I doubted him constantly.
Waited for the moment he’d leave.
Because people do.
But he didn’t.
Still — it’s hard.
He wants closeness. I need silence.
He wants to plan a future. I’m trying to survive the week.
He watches his words like I’m made of glass.
I told him once,
“You didn’t sign up for this.”
He said,
“No one signs up for love. You just show up and stay.”
We have good days.
We lie in bed and laugh at dumb TikToks.
We walk the dog and argue about who he likes more.
We make plans — stupid, sweet ones — for a cabin weekend.
Golf Fang. Concerts. A place with a bath and breakfast included.
And sometimes, just for a little while, I forget I’m sick.
But the ghosts are still there.
Quieter. But there.
And every day I wake up is a victory.
Even the fake days.
Even the heavy ones.
Even when I still believe the milk might kill me,
the sky’s watching,
and it will never get better.
I’m still here.
That’s not nothing.
That’s survival
Everyday, i’m a ghost.
You think you know what a person in psychosis looks like, but you probably don't. It's not confined to someone walking down the street screaming at hallucinations or ranting to everyone about the FBI implants. And it's not an axe murderer. It can be someone quietly sitting alone. It can be someone having an anxiety attack. It can be someone who's disoriented and dissociated. It can look like anything.
I've had psychotic episodes where I simply come across as depressed and a little confused. I've had them where I'm anxious and rocking and crying but I'm not loudly proclaiming my delusion.
I've had psychotic episodes where I thought my family was being stalked and I had to harm myself to appease the beings stalking us but nobody knew. My injuries were hidden and I simply stayed inside the house.
I've had voices make me feel terrible so I just cry and talk about what an awful person I am but that just looks like low self-esteem.
It can be right under your nose.
Stop acting like you know exactly what psychosis looks like - especially if you assume people who have it are violent and out of control. If someone tells you they have psychosis or schizophrenia, don't treat them like a ticking time-bombs waiting to kill someone.
self-awareness check, list five things you like that aren't media pieces in the tags now ‼️
How to be a Human 101
Okay, so this isn't a tutorial, sorry. I'm neurodivergent and chronically ill, so I'm not the best judge of 'normal'. Actually, I have a few questions that im hoping to figure out.
Does anyone else get period cramps that don't really hurt? Sometimes, I don't feel pain, but just extreme discomfort. Sorta like the feeling when you really have to pee??
Do you ever have one ear turn red and hot?
Dermatographia anyone? Not much of a question, but I did suddenly develop it last month and could use any advice
What are you supposed to do with your hands when you walk? My arms feel so awkward when I walk slow.
Do cold drinks make you cough? My airways are not a fan.
How do you define friendship? I'm still not sure when someone is an acquaintance or a friend
Headache without pain? Whenever I have a headache for long enough, I sorta forget it hurts. I feel tired and brainfog, but not pain
Any answers would be much appreciated! If you have any 'is this normal?' questions of your own, feel free to add on. Maybe together, we can figure out these strange human forms
1 and 2 yes! I've experienced these! They're very common. Cramps don't have to be painful and the ear thing is just blood flow. A lot can be the cause like temperature change. Maybe you were sitting weird and cut off circulation and shifted and now your ear is like oh my God I can breathe now.
I don't experience 3
4: There's so many things you can do with those bad boys. Play with things, hold stuff, keep em in weird positions, bother your friends, pet dogs. I usually just fidget with whatever I have on me like jewelry but I also just do what I feel like- you don't have to look normal while you walk. Apparently I often don't look normal when I walk.
5. Yes! They make me cough if I drink too much of one and that's pretty common. It happens to people I've talked to.
6. There's different levels of friendship and it's really up to different factors. For me, a friend is someone who makes effort to communicate with me and someone I like communicating with. Because of my issues, this doesn't line up very often lol. But acquaintances are people who you kind of have to interact with, but those interactions are friendly. People at school, work, etc that don't make efforts to hang out otherwise or talk more outside of work or school, but they're not hostile. You're "acquainted" with them, but there's not much effort to get to know each other more personally. But it can also depend on how people feel- so many people may feel as if someone is a friend if they like them enough and enjoy their company without the extra work of getting to know them. Not everyone lines up with their feelings on friendship and that's just something really common.
7. Maybe look into silent migraines? I have migraines often and have this happen sometimes. My head might even feel more stuffy and I'll have sensitivity to light or confusion, but no pain.
Hope this was helpful!
Schizocpec culture is always, always, feeling like youre being watched
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Literally all the time no matter where I am. Even just in my room with everything blocked :/
StPD Culture is finding a very, very odd comfort in weirdcore and dreamcore aesthetics, relating to them in a way I believe no one else has ever related to.
It’s everything I am. There is quiet. It’s peaceful. No matter how strange the image, I feel like it’s not judging me, and if anything, it feels like it is speaking what I wish I could, without being seen as a “freak.”
Oh, I could easily lose myself in it, and everything it brings to me.
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TW unreality
STPD culture can be seeing all your friends as impostors. They're being replaced by the Thing. Especially those you try to talk with about your "odd struggles"!
This Thing, I remember it, it followed me. It's not visible but I stare at one spot with the feeling it can appear there any moment... I fear that. It wants me to feel like everything's normal but I see that neither of us is from here. It followed me from wherever I was cast out from...
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Hello my fellow beings!
Does anyone here have articles or anything talking about differences between Autism and Schizotypal?
They're different, I know, but I want more differences than just stims and stuff like that.
(I'm starting to question if I have StPD instead or with autism)
Here's a couple that I found interesting!
[Differential diagnosis between Schizotypal Personality Disorder and Autism Spectrum Disorders: a case report] - PubMed https://share.google/1mFTMdR0DimOw7n4i
And
Differential Diagnosis: Autism Spectrum Disorder versus Schizotypal Personality Disorder in Geriatric Patients - Journal of Psychiatry Reform https://share.google/fEyPj2pHt5K9nA0gW
The second is more clear, but I have some insight too if you'd like to read it. I also suggest going to the STPD and Schizotypal reddits because they have tons of resources too.
I used to think I had Autism because I grew up with my symptoms, and my therapist had even thought so too, especially because I'm friends with so many Autistic people. Over time, we've discovered that we have different social communication styles at our core, I notice a different level of social things, and our emotional needs are even different.
For example, I notice way more in a conversation than my partner does. I noticed body language, tone, and social things come naturally to me even if I struggle with severe anxiety over it. My social issues also stem from suspicion or being "too much" to deal with instead of a lack of understanding. It's not that there's a disinterest in people that I have either.
Another example is that I need to feel safe emotionally in order to share information whereas people with Autism tend to need information in order to feel safe. Like if there's something wrong in my relationship, I need to get comfort and reassurances before I can talk with my partner, but my partner is the opposite. Small talk, for a different example, is usually for figuring out if someone is safe to be around. People with Autism skip this step because they might find it boring and they'd rather talk about what they want because they don't feel the need to extend a social olive branch in that way. They can seem way more open or talk about things that might be "too personal" though over sharing is also a big part of other disorders so it really boils down to the why.
Another thing we've noticed and I've talked with my friends about is that there's a very different way of dealing with emotions in general and processing things. Especially when it comes to people around them having emotions. Many of my friends, my partner, and people in his family are uncomfortable with emotions, especially sadness and grieving. Partially because they don't understand them and partially because they don't know how to comfort people or even relate to them.
It's not that people with Autism can't be sad, it's just anecdotal that 10+ people have expressed difficulties with another person being sad because they don't get sad in the same ways? For my partner it's also this difficulty he has with seeing people suffer, so he just ignores it and blocks it out. But the majority of my friends have expressed not understanding grief. They often have a difficult time missing people too.
My friends and partner have expressed that if they're friends with someone, they can go months or even years without talking to them and their "friendship bar" will never diminish. They're still friends, and I've seen this talked about online as well. I'm so different in that way lol.
Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself- I was diagnosed at the very beginning of the year with a new slew of disorders, and it took a long time to figure out when and how my disorders started. It took me a while to figure out that my flat affect was from trauma and not something inherent to me, for example. So it just takes some digging. I grew up with a very flat affect to the point that people around me would question me as to why I never enjoyed anything or reacted to stuff. I still felt the emotions, I just couldn't express them because of my family's abuse.
It IS possible to have both Autism and STPD, but there are professionals who won't diagnose both.
The similarities I share with Autism are the lack of eye contact, somewhat flat affect that is diminishing now that I'm healing and learning how to express things, and some of the peculiar ways I act.
I also have sensory issues, but they're mostly from pain disorders I have or from OCD and not inherent sensations that bother me at a fundamental level. Like during a flare up, it can hurt my skin to even have long sleeves on, but that's different from my my friend being unable to wear socks ever because of the seams or my partner's mother not being able to wear jeans because they're "touching her knees too much."
I might have the occasional issue with a texture because of intrusive thoughts, but they change- whereas my partner can never touch microfiber because it bothers him or eat certain foods because he can't handle the feeling of it.
So, we've noticed that some of the things that stay consistent over long periods of time with Autism change with me.
The no eye contact thing- honestly it's just one of those things that's really an overlap in symptoms lol. It might make some people uncomfortable for different reasons, but I've found so many reasons on both sides. Plus not making eye contact is a thing with other disorders too.
Another thing is that people with Autism (if they don't have comorbid disorders) will not share most of the other Schizotypal issues. The suspiciousness and paranoia, the magical thinking/odd beliefs, and perception issues and distortions, the illusions, etc.
The similarities will be the flat affect, lack of eye contact, odd behavior (sometimes it can overlap), odd communication, and the difficulties with social stuff. For the social issues: STPD social issues are based on paranoia and suspicion with that being the core of the social anxiety. With Autism it's a lack of understanding overall with how social interactions are supposed to go and how to navigate them.
The things with Autism not shared with STPD: Restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior, patterns or interests, sensory issues, and differences in reactivity.
I hope this helps because I've been kind of studying for a bit because I noticed how different I was with my friends and stuff.
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