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His Special Interst is physics, more specifically astrophysics, and space

When he saw Suguru put shoes on w/o socks when they went for a midnight snack he was shell shocked bc he wasn't aware that there are ppl out there who could do that w/o intense discomfort

It isn't obvious that he can't read the fucking room bc he does his thing with an absurd amount of confidence that convinces everyone he's being stupid on purpose

Has a diagnosis for ADHD but not for ASD bc he doesn't have any social issues everybody loves him wdym? Oh the sunglasses? its to prevent migranes ofc etc.

He bites his lips or squints his eyes hard at the slightest inconveniences bc "its destroying my vibe" its not at all bc he doesn't like things straying out of his control no

He hates Suguru bc he forces him through his executive dysfunction (he doesn't know what he'd do w/o him)

Sometimes he just sits there staring into nothingness and then snaps out of it and acts like it didn't happen

Suguru timed for how long Satoru could do that once. It was 30 min. Suguru's starting to worry there is something severely wrong w his best friend

Satoru sometimes gets the urge to bite Suguru. Suguru feels like he owns a cat.

Other times he gets the urge to climb Suguru like a tree (literally). Suguru is getting more assured in the assumption that there is something severely wrong w his best friend. (The thighs around his face after the escapade is over make him love it tho)

He often walks into a room just to stare into the void for a few and then leave again. Suguru is once again reminded of a cat.

When he wants Sugurus attention he bumps or rubs his head against Sugurus shoulder. Suguru is almost certain that Satoru is secretly a cat.

Shoko is watching everything w amusement. She has her theory's regarding Satorus behaviour but they definitely don't involve a cat. Will she tell them Satorus probably autistic? Probably. Will she take her time? Absolutely.

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Dealing With Executive Dysfunction - A Masterpost

The “getting it done in an unconventional way” method.

The “it’s not cheating to do it the easy way” method.

The “fuck what you’re supposed to do” method.

The “get stuff done while you wait” method.

The “you don’t have to do everything at once” method.

The “it doesn’t have to be permanent to be helpful” method.

The “break the task into smaller steps” method.

The “treat yourself like a pet” method.

The “it doesn’t have to be all or nothing” method.

The “put on a persona” method.

The “act like you’re filming a tutorial” method.

The “you don’t have to do it perfectly” method.

The “wait for a trigger” method.

The “do it for your future self” method.

The “might as well” method.

The “when self discipline doesn’t cut it” method.

The “taking care of yourself to take care of your pet” method.

The “make it easy” method.

The “junebugging” method.

The “just show up” method.

The “accept when you need help” method.

The “make it into a game” method.

The “everything worth doing is worth doing poorly” method.

The “trick yourself” method.

The “break it into even smaller steps” method.

The “let go of should” method.

The “your body is an animal you have to take care of” method.

The “fork theory” method.

The “effectivity over aesthetics” method.

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so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to