I float through physical thoughts. I stare down the abyss of organic dreams.
Can you share and collaborate on notes/shopping lists across accounts like Google’s Keep Notes?
This is the only thing keeping me (and presumably at least thousands of other people) from switching to another notes app.
I’d be happy to pay for it, even.
People still think of autism in like… Rain Man-terms.
As much as people like to think popular depictions (The Big Bang Theory, Abed in Community, etc) of autistic behavioral patterns are somehow furthering “the cause” (whatever that is) - ultimately, they amount to little more than vaudeville and can be incredibly damaging to people who don’t “seem autistic”.
It’s very tiring to assure people that yes, you are indeed autistic, when all they know is Sheldon Cooper and Raymond Babbitt.
Especially annoying if they think you’re some sort of genius, when the average autistic’s intelligence generally is lower than average.
Especially now that so many fucking lunatic autistics are committing atrocities.
If you’re obviously greatly disabled autistic=not threatening High functioning autistic=liability
I was diagnosed 20 years ago, and even I had a very hard time recognizing and accepting that my own partner is also autistic (now diagnosed as an adult).
But then again, it seems to manifest dramatically different in men v.s. women, as well as there not really being any depictions of autistic women in media for the longest time.
And a gigantic part of autistic women no doubt went undiagnosed for a long time (and still are).
So, other people’s shit stinks worse, so then his stinks less, somehow?
3 weeks ago (February 18th), me and my girl’s Sphynx cat died unexpectedly and dramatically (literally took his last breath in my arms).
He was only 10 years old with no prior obvious health issues.
He was like a son to us and the most sweet and gentle being that ever was, and we’re still all fucked up.
Yesterday, my in-laws call my girl (we live in the same apartment building) and kind of ambush us into pushing them into making the decision to put down their almost 16 year old Shar pei, who again, was just the sweetest boy.
I’ve been sobbing uncontrollably in between doing routine shit for the last three weeks, and today I just woke up feeling done with this fucking life.
I know it’s not the same, but nevertheless, just wanted you to know you’re not alone shoveling shit. And I’m sorry you have to go through this.