blogging from the depths of autistic burnout • he/him • adult
300 posts
⚠️this is financial advice⚠️:
never buy anything
they just prescribed me gunshot to the head at the urgent care
"quick meal for when you're low on spoons!" *involves chopping vegetables* *uses a stove* *includes condiments* *involves letting something set/rest/simmer* *requires multiple kitchen items that will need to be washed* *estimated prep time: 30–45 minutes*
Shoutout to my homies who puke
Shoutout to my homies with ostomies
Shoutout to my homies with catheters
Shoutout to my homies who drool
Shoutout to my homies with facial disfigurements/differences
Shoutout to my homies in diapers
Shoutout to my homies who struggle with personal hygiene
Shoutout to every disabled person who’s ever been called “gross”
Y’all are beautiful and perfect the way you are. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
i think a lot of people don't realize that when you are in extreme and acute pain you don't have the ability sometimes to reason or communicate clearly. It's harder to understand things and be able to rationalize and communicate and articulate yourself well when your pain is impairing that function. Please be patient with people in acute pain, it takes way more mental energy to come up with a coherent thought or phrase when your body is fighting with you.
Being chronically ill is like
“It’s fine”
“It’s fine”
“It’s fine”
*complete mental breakdown because you can’t do this anymore*
“It’s fine”
Sorry I Spent all mY spoons this week already and it's fucking Tuesday. We're heading to the knives
Being neurodivergent and chronically ill is crazy because you already have issues with executive functions and then your body hinders you even more. AND your sensory issues are heightened by the pain you feel.
My body’s favorite hobby? Gaslighting me into thinking I’m fine until I move. Then it’s like, ‘Haha, just kidding- suffer’
Best things about being disabled:
Not necessarily being in a flare up, but it’s been two weeks of things not being right and each day you lose more hope that it’ll ever be okay again
All food and drinks are making you sick, even water churns your stomach
The weather can make your writhe in pain
Not being able to do anything, watching TV is exhausting, even scrolling on your phone requires a modicum of attention
Sitting upright is painful
Lying down is painful
Keeping your eyes open is effort
Wishing you could be the old you, the healthy you
I have a chronic pain condition:
Weak.
Depressingly easy for doctors to dismiss you.
Likely to have some random white woman appear out of nowhere and ask if you've tried yoga.
This mortal vessel is slowly being consumed by the unholy power contained within it:
Metal as fuck.
Am I a demon, some extra dimensional entity from beyond the stars, something worse?
Likely to attract the attention of exorcists, but at least they take you seriously.
Pain might build character but I don't need any more characters.
Chronic pain pisses me off cause I'm not even incapacitated for like a cool or badass reason instead my body is throwing the world's biggest temper tantrum because it's raining outside
More favourite numerical memes:
Implicit or implicit enumeration of uncountable things (example: taking inventory of the fucks which one gives)
Suggesting the divisibility of things which are not customarily thought of as able to be subdivided (example: "six whole people")
Using words that aren't numbers as numbers (example: "one William dollars")
Technically correct but contextually misleading estimates (example: looking at a group of several thousand things and observing that there are "at least three")
Incongruous qualifiers for apparently simple sums or tallies (example: she was twenty-seven years old, not counting 2014)
jack of all trades woman? nono you misheard me, i jack off all tradeswomen
I 🖤 BLUE COLLAR DYKES
Adulthood isn’t bad, it’s just the labor of maintaining your existence under capitalism in isolation that sucks
I am still learning! I am allowed to make mistakes! Big mistakes!!! Huge mistakes!!! They will not stop me from growing!!!!
oooohb its gettibg bad aagajn
Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me. (Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg)
not everything you want to do needs to be good or profitable. please allow yourself to just make some doodles, write an unfinished poem, read half of a book per month, be a plant mom/dad with lots of dead plants, be able to play only twinkle twinkle little star on an instrument, dance weird, take ugly and out-of-frame photos.
everything you do is valuable, specially those you do because it makes you feel good.
people are like “awww I can’t get pregnant so you shouldn’t get an abortion” and “awww my whole family is dead so you shouldn’t be no contact with your evil toxic family” get a grip. get several grips. pull yourself together.