“We seem to be forgetting what pragmatism and compromise and listening hard to the other point of view even feel like. Intransigence is confused with leadership. We seem increasingly in thrall to leaders who offer the seduction of unwavering solutions to complex and evolving problems. Activists on both sides of the political spectrum police allies and elected representatives for purity of thought and action, issuing anonymised threats to those who seek to express nuance or deviation.”
— Time for a listening revolution
I bless u in the name of the... Uh, how does it go? Let me think... Mmmm. Nope, can’t remember. Carry on.
You know I’m not sure cats actually understand cats either
autistic culture is being an adult but still having to choose every night which stuffed toy to go to bed with (and ending up with the whole pile because you love them all)
Try Pogo!!
hi, any other autistic people really into heavy metal as a form of auditory stim? like the Busy-ness of it ends up being calming/grounding, and for me at least it also helps with focusing on work that doesn’t involve language, like math
[Image description: a huge whirlpool of blue water with white waves and ripples. It looks like the ocean is draining out like someone pulled the stopper out of a huge bathtub. End of image description.] VORTEX DAYS A vortex day is a day where one appointment suck all your energy up for the entire day before and after. For example, today I went out for Japanese class which I really enjoy, but from the moment I wake up I have to start fighting with my own irrational negative thoughts that say: “No, it’s too difficult, it’s not worth it, no one will miss you if you don’t go, just stay home.” Then in the midst of this tug-of-war, practical preparations have to be made: my hair is a mess; where the heck is my hairbrush? Oh no, better feed the cat first. I should wash my face...but ugh, no, I don’t want to see how ugly I am. Let’s have a Klonopin and sit down for a while. Oh no, I fell asleep! I’m already late! Rush out the door tripping over things and cursing like a sailor. I do enjoy Japanese class, but when I get back the rest of the day is devoted to recovery. Curl into a ball, pull my hat over my eyes, twist and turn my tangle toy into and out of a thousand knots. Light my butterscotch scented candle, turn on the humidifier, turn on the air purifier and the white noise machine. Ah, finally I’m back in my space capsule. Expeditions to Earth take a lot out of a fragile alien visitor like me!
Planet Earth’s Cousin May Contain Life - Hailed as “Kepler 452b”
Yes it is!
the sky was so beautiful. ig: lega.cy
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Couldn’t say it better
Remember to remind me
Reminder to myself
I read somewhere that many people on the autistic spectrum feel like aliens looking in on human society from the outside. It certainly is how I feel. I don’t believe it’s actually true, but I find it helpful to play with this idea and develop my story.
I found a planet called Kepler 452b, which is one of the many planets astronomers have identified as conducive to some form of life. I like the name, because Johannes Kepler was a super cool guy, so I decided that’s where I’;; be from. And I’ve decided that I’ve been sent here to Earth on a mission.
Mainly my mission is to observe and try to understand what’s going on here in human society and its relationship to the rest of the amazingly lush and diverse life forms. If possible, Mission Control authorizes me to communicate some messages that may help to redirect the destructive behavior of humans.
The idea that I have my own mission from my home planet is very helpful. By the standards of the neurotypical, heteronormative, capitalist human world, I will always be labelled a failure. “Fine by me,” I try to tell myself. “We have a very different set of standards on Kepler 452b. By our standards, most of you people are failures! So there! Take that, Earthlings!”
In this blog, I’m going to continue the story like this--communicating with others on the spectrum, doing what I can to cultivate autistic culture, and recording my observations as I compile my report before I return to my home planet.
Time is short. I must complete my assignment to the best of my ability.