Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”

[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]

hello. i am autistic and i have a lot of trouble asking for help and wanted to ask you guys how do you do it and how do you feel while doing it. i still have some internalized ableism, though, and asking for help when i need something makes me feel vulnerable and fragile and i don't want people to see me that way, specially people i don't truly know but, most the time, i have meltdowns and anxiety attacks while at college and, very recently, at work, which means that, most of the time, i am with people i don't know. so it would help me a lot if someone could give me advice or tips or things i could do to have a better environment. how can i say it, how can i improve it quietly. my work and college know that i am austistic, but i am not really sure what i have the right to ask for. more breaks? alone time? i would be very thankful for any kind of help. thank you.

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being eighteen years old and autistic is hard. i was diagnosed at seventeen. it has been a few months, but barely. i still mask most of the time. on social media, i show the pictures of me that everyone wants to see, but i keep the pictures of my real self safe and sound, away from their eyes. it's easy to pretend to be someone else online, but today. oh. today i met this apparently cool guy through an app. he goes to the same college as me. he saw my pictures, my good pictures, my pretend pictures and i felt like i was lying. i thought: he would never think that, during my first week in college, i was crying in front a professor, not being able to breath or to stop my hands from shaking. he would never think that that girl on the picture had to take exams in a empty room because the noise was to loud the it made her whole body tremble. that she cries on the bus when another human body touches her, the she wears a lanyard with a card and her mother's number annotated on the back just in case she has a meltdown in public and isn't able to speak. that she, at times, could be unable to speak. and so on. and so on. and so on. i think she might be someone. someone real, even. but i am somebody else. i am a liar. i am ashamed of myself. so much. i want to be like them. i know it's not fair. it's not. but i am still learning. and it's so goddamn hard because, most of the time, i think people would not like to meet who i am. i always feel like it would be too much to deal with. and i think i am right.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

family appalled that their very quiet well behaved mature child who never caused any problems has grown up and turned out to have many many problems. more news at 8!

Song of Songs, Sylvie Baumgartel

Its okay to cancel plans when you feel like you need more rest, or when you feel like you need to recharge yourself or simply when you don't feel like it and don't feel like you have enough energy for it. Some people might not understand and see it as rude, but you need to care for your mental health first. Don't put yourself in uncomfortable situations just because you feel like you're obligated to.

ND culture is understanding what most figures of speech mean but never actually using them in your own speech patterns

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Nd culture is reading your favourite fandom hc or listening to that one song and having that happy feeling explode in your stomach were you can't stop the smile

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[Text ID: “I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is / continuous⏤I only go from less exhausted to / more exhausted and back again.”]

You're not lazy, you're disabled. Don't let this shitty society and all of its unfair expectations convince you that it's the same thing.

Louise Glück, from “Faithful and Virtuous Night.”

[Text ID: “If it is so difficult to begin, imagine what it will be to end—”]

As a child were you the “I’m an alien and I don’t understand human things” neurodivergent or the “I’m not supposed to be here I’m actually supposed to get whisked away to another world where I’m the chosen one” neurodivergent

You can be a boy princess and a girl prince you know. I won’t elaborate but you get it.