blogging from the depths of autistic burnout • he/him • adult
300 posts
need to sleep 30 hours and then .. sleep 50 hours after that
Still genuinely baffles me every time I remember that the average person isn’t in some form of pain all the time.
Like..not even a tiny bit???
It’s actually crazy to me every time I remember that most people actually don’t experience pain outside of injuries.
I feel like ass
see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.
Source: a_h_reaume on Twitter
mmm yes perfectly normal!
Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers
Visit Norway!
asking myself “is this really who i want to be forever?” a lot lately
Not to be super negative, but it’s so exhausting to have to be strong about chronic illness. I want to break down and sob due to how drained I feel.
And I know I don’t have it as bad as many, but there is still a struggle and I’m so so tired.
I wish I could just have a healthy body and not whatever the hell is going on with mine.
I know I don’t have to be an inspiration all the time, but I’m not allowed to be honest about my struggles with those around me in real life without them being concerned. And I really really hate making people concerned.
five year plan: i'm hoping to get shot in the back of the head randomly soon
the fuck am i supposed to do??? lie???
you cant even abuse yourself these days without making some random company richer
why is tumblr recommending me. my grown ass. posts made by sick children
locking in won't save you. self-discipline won't save you. you're trying to tidy up a house built on a fault line whose shifting is beyond your control. you know this already.
got a major pest problem this year actually