Insta Reel: POV: REDNECK AUTISM

Any one else only emotionally attached to stickers??? I literally don't care about anything else but stickers man??? Y'know?? I don't know if this is an emotional trauma thing, a autism thing, or an I'm fucked up thing?? Help.

Hey, your arms are going to shake when you hold yourself above someone for a while during missionary. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, your thighs and lower back are going to start aching eventually, and you'll need to change positions or slow down. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, your tummy is going to make noises when you're anxious during your first few times with them. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, you're going to burst out giggling sometimes. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, you're going to dislike one, two, or a few things you thought you would've liked. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, you're going to struggle to finish sometimes. Or keep it in. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, you're going to stumble around sometimes. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey, you're going to need to take a few deep breaths sometimes. It won't ruin the moment.

Hey. You won't ruin the moment.

And if they say that you have, they don't deserve a moment with you.

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Life in an Autism World

Rip James Potter. He would have loved asking Remus if he was the "Sigma Alpha Wolf"

Similarly, rip Sirius Black. He would have loved saying "erm actually" anytime someone was even the SLIGHTEST bit wrong.

Drarry? Sure. But y'know what's better than Drarry? When it has Jegulus parallels.

Is this a 'tism thing, or am I just overacting?

Hello!!! I just got back from taking a shower and also having a full blown meltdown because of said shower. For some context before we get started, my showers are typically scorching hot. A few more details include:

cold water drains my spoons in a way it has absolutely to right to.

I have curly hair (important for later)

I had attempted to take a shower already today.

I went to a baseball awards ceremony for my cousin, three resell stores, and gone swimming at a family member's house.

I've been out of spoons for the past several weeks. I cannot remember the last time I woke up and felt like I had enough to get through the day.

Okay, back to the present. I get home from swimming, scroll on Tumblr for a bit, then decide I'll try taking a shower again. I'd tried already this morning and no matter what I did I could not get the water to heat up, the nozzle was being weird, and I was low on time. I threw my hair into a brain, deciding it wasn't a battle worth fighting. I went to the ceremony, had some fun shopping with my mom for the first time in a while, and had a great time swimming with my siblings. Overall, it was a great day, but even things that make you happy can take up your spoons (or so my therapist said), and it checked out because I was pretty done with all the excitement of the day. I love Saturdays, but they're me time, and I don't really like having plans when I should be reading dark romance novels and marauder fanfics to scrape up what little energy I can manage. I decide to try out my shower again, hoping that maybe it was just a one time, leave it alone for a bit and it'll be fixed thing.

It defiantly wasn't.

The water was still cold as fuck and the nozzle was doing a weird 360 thing and I just wasn't having it. Still, I needed to shower. So I stuck it out for a bit and just dealt with it.

I got my body washed without any big problems (keyword big. I'd been on the verge of tears basically the whole time), but then came washing my hair. First and foremost, I was now shivering my ass off and very much done with cold water. Secondly, I'd been swimming in a salt water pool, which made my hair clump together and dense. Overall, just not an easy task to wash it. By this point, I was sobbing, clutching a towel clutched to my chest because my emotional support 3D printed T-rex was on the counter, had soap in my eyes, and didn't want to be doing this anymore, so I finished up as quickly as I could. Obviously, my hair isn't as well washed as I would like, so I'm not too pleased with that, but I have to work on calming down and washing soup out of my eyes.

I manage to calm down, but now, if I wasn't before, I'm definitely freezing my buttocks off. I speed through getting dressed, putting on the warmest clothes I have, and them work on getting products in my nightmare inducing hair.

It doesn't help, because I now have gross, sticky stuff on my hands, and I have REALLY bad sensory issues regarding my hands in particular. Still, I push through it because I'm still working on unmasking when i'm alone and not forcing myself to do what I know is too much for me. I then get more frustrated because my hair is too wet for it to defuse and I have to dry it again, with gross stickiness still on my hands, and whoops, I'm crying again because I stepped in the tiniest fucking puddle, and of course I'm at that point because why wouldn't I be?

Anyway, am I overreacting?

New year

same Marauders Era obsession.

My friend today: what are you thinking about?

me: oh nothing.

what I mean: Pandora's name was an allusion to the greek myth of Pandora's box. She consistently experimented with spells just to see what she could make. But just like in the story, that curiosity was her downfall.

If only.....I just got cats and punk music in a mainly conservative state- 😅

Insta Reel: POV: REDNECK AUTISM

This autistic guys method for advertising his band is killing me its so funny. The energy is everything.

He made the giant wall of sound into a moving school bus sound weapon to terrorise his neighbourhood at night with his band playing on the roof