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mok-a-chino · 2 years

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Things that made me realize I was autistic:

(You can be autistic and don't feel the same way as me, and u can be not-autistic and have some things in common with this. I do this to feel understood and to make others feel they're understood too)

- I hate receiving gifts. Mainly because people think I'm ungrateful cause I don't show emotion and happiness. I had to learn how to say thank u and smile by practising on the mirror

- Added to that, I've always felt bad about myself cause I hardly ever knew how I felt and I could only show emotions if they were easily identifiable like extreme happiness or anger. It's not that I don't feel anything, but I don't know how I'm feeling and how to show it

- My mother always called me crazy cause I'm obsessed with textures. I hate some food because of how they feel in my mouth. I hate clothes because of how they feel in my skin. I always have to touch everything I see and if something feels pretty I get excited and have to show everyone how that feels

- When I talk about something I'm interested in I move my hands WAY TOO MUCH. People always told me to stop moving them cause it distracts them

- I've always hated crowded places like parties, shopping centres, or even houses with more than three people. Too many noises, too many lights, and people talking at the same time makes me nauseous

- When I was little I collected shiny rocks and those paperboard clothing labels that u have to remove from new clothes, and a lot of random things. Now I collect bookmarks and random strings and threads

- When I like a book, movie or series I become too obsessed, so obsessed I start to think or act like my favourite character until I realize what I'm doing and I get uncomfortable with myself. I get hyperfixated, I have to draw, learn facts about the actors, watch interviews, edits, fanarts, fanfics, etc. It becomes my life and personality until I move to the next hyperfixation

- After I have a social interaction that lasts for more than two hours I have to isolate myself. If it's a party or other social activity that's "too much", I "turn myself off" for like a week

- I'm way too aware of how much eye contact I do and it makes me uncomfortable. I don't know if I see too much or I don't see enough. When I feel down I can't look at others eyes. My mother always got mad about that

- I only understand jokes if they are too obvious and the "Joke voice" (if that makes sense) is too exagerated. Once my dad saw a leaf and yelled it was a cockroach and all my family laughed and I didn't understood why, so I said "... That's a leaf", and all of them were like "Of course it's a leaf, he's joking, learn to have fun"

- I didn't have any friends in primary school and in highschool I only had one friend who lasted with me for more than two years. People couldn't understand why I didn't like to hang out a lot, they thought I didn't like them so they got mad at me. When I tried to explain that I have to have like a week before the plan to prepare myself, so I don't go to plans made in the instant, they told me I'm boring and began to exclude me from groups and activities

There are more things but these are the "huge" ones. If u want more just tell me and u shall receive.

Please don't use this as a self-diagnose tool, neither as the only tool if u do so. I've looked for information for years to get to where I am today.

(PS: sorry if something is wrong written, english is not my first language)

#autism #autistic girl #autistic adult #autistic pride #autistic spectrum #autistic #autistic experiences #girl with autism #autism in women #autism in girls #autism go brrrr #autism experiences #actually autistic

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moontheyo · 2 years

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Let's talk about sensory issues for a bit

So I saw a video on someone talking about getting mad about people not liking smelly foods, which has inspired me to make this post. PLEASE note this is not hate, canceling, or me calling this person an ableist in any way. This is just me respectfully disagreeing and putting my take out there as an autistic guy with sensory issues, especially when it comes to food. I will not say the person's name or name of her YT channel for reasons.

So to start of: What are sensory issues??

Sensory issues(sensory processing) are basically any oversensitivity or undersensitivity of any of the 5 external senses: touch, smell, sight, hearing, and taste, as well as the 3 internal senses: proprioception, vestibular, and interoception. It's something alot of people, especially neurodivergent people, have.

Sensory overloading can cause uncomfort, sickness, overstimulating, and so on, while undersensitivity can cause someone to seek more sensory of any kind. Some people have one or the other, and others can have both. It's not something that should be shamed, but rather it is something that should be understood, which is something society has trouble with.

In the video, someone talks about hating that people don't like smelly foods, and thinks they're missing out on something great if they don't try it.

This is common for neurotypical or people who just don't have sensory issues in general to think. And while it is understandable that trying new things can be a good thing, that mindset is also kinda harmful for us. We would LIKE to try new things if we wanted, but sometimes we can't help it if we get uncomfortable by a certain thing.

For example, I don't like cold meat. I don't like the smell it could have and I don't like the texture. It always leaves me feeling nauseous or stiffened up. I always love my meat warm or hot. Because of that, I don't eat sandwiches that have cold deli meat in it. It's not something I can control. It's just been a thing for me.

And while I understand her explaining that her culture involves fermented foods and how her and her family have enjoyed it, not everyone will feel the same way. No matter what.

Alot of people look down at us for something we can't really control and call us "picky eaters", and most of the time, it hurts. We don't mean to be, and I wish more people would understand that.

So how can I understand people with sensory issues more?

Talk about it with them(if they want to). Try to understand where they're coming from and don't shame them for it.

From there, maybe even recognize or know what certain things they don't enjoy or may need more of from any of the 8 senses.

Research is important. Look for any reliable sources to understand sensory issues a little more(Do not get your research from Autism Speaks).

Even if you can't fully understand or get where that person is coming from, the best thing to do is just support them, and know it's not their fault.

That's all I wanted to talk about. And again, this is not me accusing this person of being ableist or canceling them. This is just me bringing something to light. If you know who is this person is in any way at all, please do not send hate or harassment to them.

Thanks for reading :)

Links for more info about sensory issues:

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dudadragneel · 10 months

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Hey guys, it's me!

How are you?

Sooo...while I'm working on the new Sickfic...I saw something here on Tumblr yesterday that sparked a little idea for a short scenario real quick.

So, hear me out:

Chan going live, basically deciding to do a mukbang with STAYs watching, while interacting with them.

- The reason I'm eating all this right now it's because I was on a diet.

He said laughing the way he always do. But STAYs were already spamming the comment section worried about what he just said. So he quickly explained to calm them down

- Guys, I wasn't starving myself, don't worry. It was just a diet to manage my health so I couldn't eat such delicious food so I'm basically craving them right now. I already reached my goal so this is almost like a prize of some sort.

STAYs accepted his answer and encouraged him to enjoy his food while talking to him through the live.

He was craving those foods like there was no tomorrow. There was a lot of food in front of him, there was enough for two people, yet he ate all that himself.

There were some rather heavy food and drinks, and he was enjoying everything while talking to STAY about what he and the boys have been up to and some life advices as well, he put some music and even created a new one.

Everything was going well, until his body started to tell him he should've eaten less and slower. His stomach had gotten used to light, healthy food in certain times of the day so to eat all that at once messed everything up.

His stomach started gurgling and he felt an air bubble come up his throat, so he brought a hand to his mouth to muffle a burp and apologized to STAYs for it. He thought it was just that, but the feeling of being bloated didn't pass, in fact it was increasing.

He just tried to ignore it and carry on with the live, but it just kept getting worse. He could feel nausea building up quickly and the sight and smell of the food in front of him wasn't helping, so he excused himself to take that away and came back.

Again, he kept trying to focus on the live and interacting with STAYs but the nausea just kept getting stronger and stronger. Eventually he started to feel a burning sensation up his chest and cold sweat on his back.

He tried to shrug it off and decided to answer one of the comments, but that was the last straw. As he started talking, the nausea reached its peak and his stomach started to send its contents up. He managed to quickly say that the staff was calling him and excused himself. Once out of the camera, he brought a hand to his stomach and started swallowing convulsively trying his hardest not to throw up because STAYs would definitely hear it.

As he managed to swallow it down, he took deep breaths to calm himself down and the nausea as well and came back. He thought the crisis had been averted and continued to interact with stays. But his stomach decided it had enough.

He only lasted a few minutes before his body sent a final warning. His stomach contracted and sent hot liquid up his throat and he knew he wouldn't be able to swallow it down this time. Before the disaster unfolded he managed to give an excuse to end the live.

- STAYs, I'll have to end it here because the staff said there's something w-we need to do. A big hug.

Even in that state, moments from puking his guts out, he gave STAYs a big hug and ended the live. He barely had a chance to leave his studio as he felt hot liquid hitting the back of his throat, he quickly grabbed the bin under his desk and a thick wave gushed out of his mouth.

The chunky texture from having just eaten making him feel even more nauseous and sending an even stronger and more productive wave of undigested food, this time coming out of his nose as well and hitting the bin with a sickening sound.

He spat thick saliva and then lifted his head up to breathe before another wave came, more watery this time and arching his back. Another one splashed out before he even had time to breathe.

All of a sudden one of the managers entered his studio because he could hear a faint sound from the outside. He went to Chan's side and rubbed his back as another wave ripped through him.

He asked Chan what was wrong to which the boy answered it was because he ate too much. The manager decided to get him back to the dorms and let him rest, since they had no activities.

The rest of the went by with Chan throwing up from time to time, several trips to the bathroom and seven worried kids taking care of him. It was a long tiring day without him managing to eat much.

The next day he was feeling better and opened a live in the afternoon.

- Hello, STAYs! It's Chan! I'm sorry for ending the live so abruptly yesterday. I wasn't feeling well.

As the comments started to pop up asking what happened, he decided to explain to them.

- I think I ate a bit too much? Haha. The food was delicious so I ate without noticing that it was so much. And I ended up eating fast as well. Haha. I started to feel funny that's why I ended the live.

STAYs kept asking him if he was okay and noticed his voice sounded different.

- Oh? My voice? Yeah, I'm sorry if my voice is a little raspy right now haha. I ended up feeling sick and threw up everything haha, that's why my voice sounds funny now.

All of the comments told him to take care of himself and get well soon, to which he thanked from the bottom of his heart.

- I'll take care of myself. I'm sorry for worrying you! I'll eat moderately next time haha.

He was extremely happy to have such caring fans and members and to compensate the last live, this one was longer with lots of talking and music reaction and production.

There you have it! A surprise Chan Sickfic!

💜

#emeto #sickfic #whump #kpop sickfic #kpop emeto #stray kids emeto #stray kids sickfic #skz emeto #skz fanfic #skz sickfic #skz fluff #skz angst #bang chan sickfic #bang chan emeto

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barfyupchunks · 4 months

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Sexy man totally fictional

My boss was a lovely man who was older maybe 80’s because he talked about his grandchildren and one grandson he said was in his early 30’s like myself. He thought I would be a match for him so he invited me over for dinner one night. I was waiting for him to finish his work as I was going to his house with him since I had no car. I was flipping through some vomit videos when he came up behind me.

“don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. I have a puke kink myself as does Robbie my grandson. I’m sure you 2 just might love each other tonight.” A tingle went into my pants when he said that.

The meal was delicious. Salad, lasagna, candy carrots and more. We talked and laughed and my boss said I must address something that I see with you 2. Robbie you are having a very nice erection and Marley you are wiggling as if you’re feeling warm in your pants.Do you 2 want to let nature take its course tonight. I genuinely nodded. Robbie said I would love to so bad. my bosses wife brought in a cake and milk.

after my boss handed Robbie some lube and a condom. We went to a spare room we stripped and got ready.

Right before we were to start I heard a very loud and sexy gurgling from Robbie’s tummy. I need to empty my tummy he said. He got himself a barf bucket. I rubbed his uncomfortable belly. He was moaning with burps coming up and' extreme nauseous pleasure. “Tell me how bad your tummy feels sweetheart.” I say as I rub more. “Glurrrrurp.,,, urrpglurp. I feel like my food is not going anywhere not even digesting it. I feel bloated and nauseous and need to make pukeys but I can’t.” “You want a little help?” Yes please.

I put my finger gently on his tongue and explore it. It makes him have cute little gags. I push back harder this time huuuurguuup hicburp comes out I keep my hand in his mouth as I feel his warm dinner and dessert come out of his mouth. I had released his pressure valve and he hurled all kinds of textured chunks and pungent smells into his bucket. It lasted about an hour. I was sopping as I enjoyed every second of this hot man so ill he had to puke. We enjoyed each other’s bodies

my boss knocked on the door at some point during Robbie’s barfing to make sure he was okay. I told him fine just a very lovely barfing session and that I had never smelt anything so satisfyingly pungent in my life. “That sounds great. Enjoy your love tonight.”

It’s been a year since that meeting happened. We are now happily married with a baby in my tummy and Robbie loves it so much whenever the baby makes his mommy have to make some nice big chunky pukes.

#emeto #vomiting #puke #sexy content #love #marriage #pregnancy

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seadragon-sailing · 1 year

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Food is a topic we talk about often. You got any favorite food head canons or ideas for your Treasure island gang?

Shinju: Narezushi/鮓 (picked fish with salt and rice), lotus root, bamboo shoots, roast chestnuts, and plain rice. She prefers savory/smoky flavors, and likes to put more spice into her food if they’re available. Enjoys a glass of homemade kombucha/hung caa kwan/紅��菌. Has a moderate alcohol tolerance (about the same as Luka).

Luka: Whole roasted duck, beef, chicken, and fried dough sticks/yu char kway/油條. Seafood makes him a little nauseous if he eats too much, or if it has a weird texture, but he’ll tolerate it. Holds his alcohol surprisingly well, but can’t drink more than one serving of stronger alcohols. As for his favorite food from his homeland; he was used to eating TONS of meat since he came from the noble class (Shinju had to help him actually eat his goddamn vegetables when he started living with her and Feng) such as pastries filled with beef, lamb or goat. He is also very fond of various cheeses, preferably soft to semi-hard cheeses.

Lee: Noodles (either made of rice, or sweet potato), loves his citrus fruits (will eat whole peeled lemons occasionally), dried nuts, and plain rice (he’s especially a fan of putting butter on it if it’s available). Prefers chicken as a primary source of protein, but will eat beef on occasion. Tends to be picky about what he eats due to being easily grossed out by jelly-like or gristly textures, but usually relents if he doesn’t have any other choice (or if you tell him that someone he cares about made it for him, he’ll eat whatever it is just to avoid upsetting said person). He has the highest alcohol tolerance out of the bunch, and absolutely loves indulging in high-quality booze.

Feng: Rice porridge/jook/粥 with either mantis shrimp, or chicken and tea eggs. During the New Years, he enjoys dried plums, and maybe even a bowl of bird’s nest soup if he can find any. He also has a preference for beer more than wine, and likes to add the pulp from honey locust bean pods into it for a little added sweetness. While wheat isn’t a staple crop in the southern parts of China, Feng does remember learning how to make dumplings, and hand-pulled noodles from his mother (who was born and raised in the Northern region of China); he still makes them if he gets his hands on proper wheat flour.

Tamara: Fufu; groundnut stew/maafe with mutton or beef; goat skewers (thoroughly seasoned, of course); really enjoys her vegetables and peppers. She also enjoys baking breads with various herbs and garlic. In the tavern/inn she works at in Port Tortuga (The Jade Dagger), Tamara not only helps with supplying the bread loaves that are served there, but also has a hand in making its own special brand of palm wine, and clairin.

Kyung: Mantis shrimp rice porridge/jook/粥, sweetheart cakes/lou po beng/老婆餅, and if she can get her hands on it–Tanghulu/糖葫蘆. Tends to also really like eating edible flowers (roses, lotus, hibiscus, and any others that she knows are safe to eat). Likes to make her own rice wines, but ironically can’t process alcohol very well which means she drinks the least. Has the lowest tolerance of the bunch. If given the option, she’ll confidently order milk or (non-alcoholic) fruit cider at a tavern rather than drink alcohol (this is especially well-known at the Jade Dagger whenever the Sea Dragon drops anchor at Port Tortuga).

#[Return To Treasure Island!AU]#[Headcanons]#[text post]#spoocys funhouse #treasure island oc #GOD TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH JFC

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saphflare · 1 year

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C!magic 💔👻👽 and then maybe?? 🦾 (only if you have any ideas)

I will admit, I don’t think I have a great grasp on many characters other than c!Owen. But I will try my best ✨️

C!Magic

💔 An angsty headcanon

Magic has a hard time eating after the pumpkin incident and it mainly manifests as a loss of appetite and feeling nauseous from certain foods/textures (a lot of which were served during the Feast). It gets better and the others help her through it, slowly reintroducing food in her palette. But she just can't tolerate the smell of pumpkin without feeling bile rise in the back of her throat, and will avoid the pumpkin patch in the community garden.

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👻 A headcanon about what scares them (angsty as well not going to lie and got a bit long haha)

Magic doesn't like cramped spaces, she doesn't, just doesn't like them. Mmm well that actually wasn’t correct, it wasn't necessarily the physical smallness of a room that bothered her, she been in Graecie's bunker, crowded in Dandelion's pen to sleep next to them. Been down in the mines and had to squeeze a bit past some of the tighter tunnels. She could always find her way out, there was a door, a opening or another tunnel that she knew she could leave through back into open air. She never really knew why. But learned quickly enough of this phobia, whatever it was, from a light-hearted prank that quickly went sour. Magic remembers Mae getting her out and holding her shaking body, giving reassurances that she was safe.

Perhaps then, the better way to describe it was that she didn't like it when she couldn't move, when she was restrained and was struck somewhere she couldn't clamber out of. The feeling of being confined in her own body, unable to do anything.

So when Bekyamon pins her down and forces her arms together, she thrashes as hard as she could against the rope. It doesn’t work. And she is screaming for this traitor to let her go, please let her go, don’t leave her up here (in here). Bek doesn’t listen. Something tight in her chest, and Magic feels like it could burst and collapse into herself. She doesn't like it and her body is trembling and it shouldn’t terrify her more than the fact that she had found out Bek had selfishly let their friends die. That her friend was a murderer. But in that moment, she could hardly breath and she could feel rope tying her down to an open grave. She watches the sun set and waits for doom that never arrives, drowning in her fear. She doesn’t notice the sun rising or when Owen cuts the rope, Graecie holds her and tries to tell her that she is free.

(Magic sees Spidey leave, but she feels the grip of her hand burning into her shoulder and arms like chains. She sees Owen shouting at her and asking her questions she doesn’t have the answers to, and she feels like she is backed into the metaphorical corner. And she starts to remember that terrible place. Those concrete walls she was trapped in and the uniform they made her wear, and that agonizing sensation returns. Dread so familiar closing around her, Magic starts to remember why.)

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👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk

Sometimes she just ends up suspended on high places by her legs and hanging upside down. Magic could be standing against a wall, starting a conversation with someone and end up dangling from a branch as a more comfy spot to talk. Basically like a possum. She doesn't know why, no one knows why, but hey it happens.

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🦾 A disability headcanon

After Magic fell and needed to be rescued by Owen, she couldn't walk for a bit as it would hurt the leg she fractured. She could use her crutches, but long distances across the clearing was an issue. So she ends up borrowing one of Graecie’s cows and rides around on it, while her leg was healing. Owen helps lead the cow sometimes when they needed to get to some places and Magic couldn't convince the big fella to move. After her leg healed, she still takes some rides when her leg aches too badly to walk or just for fun. The cow basically becomes her support animal.

#outsiders smp #outsiders magic #outsiders owen #outsiders graecie #outsiders bekyamon #outsiders spidey #tw food poisoning #tw eating issues #i hope that covers it #saph rambles #feel free to ask for me more for whoever is reading the tags!

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riggedbones · 1 year

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i would say im more sensitive to taste than texture when it comes to foods like bad texture can still fuck w me especially on a bad day but no one TALKS about taste. what about when things are sweet in a way that makes you nauseous. what about when you can taste minuscule differences after a food has gotten just a tiny bit old but like its probably still safe but like you imagine an elaborate scenario of u dying of food poisoning. what then

#lucky.pdf

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the-sunshine-dims · 2 years

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Snackless

brb giving Edric my issues

Ao3

Words: 1k

Contents and Warnings: referenced abuse/neglect. Edric blight angst. Autistic Edric. Sensory issues. Food issues.

don't quite have the words for what the food issues are, but the food issues are focused on, the entire fic.

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Edric had never really been able to eat a lot of food.

For plenty of reasons. Lactose intolerance, sometimes sensory issues, and sometimes just not liking the food.

He was a blight after all, and they were known for being picky. Not typically about food, more in the general sense. Or in his mother’s case, about everything they did.

But there was also another reason for not being able to eat things, even when he wanted to. When he was excited because he liked the thing. When he liked the food item.

And he didn’t know what that reason was.

He knew he’d had it for a long time, only a short span of his memory was free of it, but it had gotten progressively worse, much to his chagrin.

His sisters had started joking that he was both the most immature sibling, and the grandpa of the group, because of what it typically affected.

Sweet things, because of course. The one kid who had pretty much been forgotten by their parents besides for the occasional toss of some candied treat as a bribe, couldn’t eat said bribe.

It was annoying, irritating, and any other synonym he could think of.

He could barely handle eye-scream; And even then he could only handle certain flavors, which coincidentally excluded any and all of the flavors that used to be his favorites.

He was already picky, already pretty limited on what he could eat, or drink. But this was worse.

And it kept getting worse. One thing at a time. One favorite or safe food he couldn’t eat anymore without feeling like he was eating cardboard with the texture of watered-down mashed potatoes.

He was Edric Blight, known for finding random things on the floor and asking ‘is that edible?’ And not waiting for an answer.

And he still did, eating random things off the ground and giving Emira a heart attack was one of his favorite pastimes. But it just wasn’t the same.

It just sucked.

Frankly, it just sucked, it did.

He didn’t even know why.

He could sometimes pick up hints, little pieces of information he could place on why, suddenly, he couldn’t eat some of the items. Like being too savory, or too chewy. But others were sudden and had no clues.

And Edric had always been the picture of knowledge and smarts and- the rest of that, obviously.

Despite what everyone seemed to think, he wasn't dumb.

And he talked about it with Emira and mittens a couple of times, mostly in passing, or joked about it. And they didn’t seem to have any idea either. Though he didn’t exactly let on how much it was actually affecting him.

He didn’t talk about the times when the feeling of chalk in his throat lasted for hours. Making him nauseous and not going away even with glass of water after glass of water. The texture and taste lingering.

Because it sucked. And it was embarrassing, frankly. And it shouldn’t really matter- he didn’t even eat a lot of sweets anyway!

But with every new snack he’d adored that suddenly left him dreading to finish it as it’s taste drifted to ash in his mouth, he just wanted to-

Well, Edric didn’t know what he wanted to do, but he wanted to do it.

He wanted to be able to do something. Or at least have a reason to be able to place why it happened.

Because it sucked.

And he’s sure his sisters don’t notice. Or are happy with the occasional gift of candy or other miscellaneous snacks that he’d snagged off of a passing shop stand and then promptly couldn't eat.

It’s worse because he didn’t even notice how bad it really was.

It's only when suddenly something he’d been able to have for years, had him desperately trying to mix it with other things just to get it to taste decent and not feel like swallowing down tar, does he truly realize.

Suddenly it was too savory, and yet also felt like chalk. And even when he diluted it he couldn’t eat it.

The same thing he’d usually eagerly grab onto, he had been dreading finishing for days.

He hated not being able to eat a lot, hated just everything about it.

He wanted the consolation of knowing he would always have a comfort food to fall back on whenever he needed it.

He wanted to have something.

If nothing he wanted to know why.

But he couldn’t. He couldn't figure out what it was. He couldn’t go to a healer, because that would require talking about it- and promptly getting dismissed or minimized by any whichever parent he chose.

So he just had to deal with it.

It sucked.

And he hated how much it affected him, hated how emotional it made him.

Because it didn't matter.

It probably wouldn’t matter to anyone else, if they had to deal with it.

Which they didn’t. Only he did. Lucky him.

It was just another thing Edric cared about more than he should. Because it didn't matter. And if he told anyone the full extent he would be no doubt teased for caring so much.

Because it was stupid.

But no matter what he did he couldn’t stop caring.

He hated the pattern.

He would love something. Adore it. Maybe be completely able to eat it for years.

then he wouldn’t.

Suddenly a comfort snack to eat with Emira in her room while their dearest mother ‘expressed her disappointment in the family’ with carefully put illusions in their place, was null and void.

Suddenly any chance of cheer just made it worse.

He already had limited options, but now it was worse.

Now he could barely eat anything. The few meals he could eat needing effort to go into making them, and access to the kitchen.

Edric hated it.

Hated seeing things he used to love and instead getting filled with dread at even the mere idea of eating them. Hated the nausea. Or the feeling of chalk. Or the tar filling his throat.

Edric hated it.

He was being dramatic.

And he would be told as much.

But he couldn’t stop it.

Edric wanted to be normal, to not have to deal with the things he did.

He wanted to be able to eat his birthday cake.

he already had to deal with their parents, when they did remember about Emira and him.

shouldn’t he get some peace?

That seems right.

But he doesn’t. Of course, he doesn’t.

He just has to ignore it. Grasp desperately onto anything he could eat. And pretend he didn’t care all the while. Pretend until he forgot.

Might as well use his distractability for something.

#toh #the owl house #toh edric #edric blight #food issues #the cold one writes #the owl house fic #toh fic #edric blight angst

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dyslexic-dyspraxic · 1 year

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So I've noticed, people don't really talk about how sensory issues can come with ADHD, or other neurosciences, so I wanted to suggest, for your consideration

The dyslexic ADHDer listening to music but by gods the lyrics are too much language to focus on whilst reading, and ripping their earbuds out to make it stop

The ADHD who looks at light and feels nauseous, even as they think they look pretty

The ADHDers who exist mainly in baggy clothes or always want to be existing in baggy clothes because anything else is too much fabric against their skin but they need something because no layers is awful in a different sensory way

The ones always wrapped in blankets and making their space the right temperature to warrant a blanket because no blanket is not an option

The ones who try to listen to 'meditative' noises but it is wrong and oh my gods this is hell, I need out of here, get me out, right the fuck now

The one who feels nauseous from the sent being too strong, even if they objectively like it in small doses, it's just too much

The ones who run their hands over everything in a shop to get that stimulus but then find the wrong texture and wanna crawl out of their skin

The ones who have the room at a certain temperature and anything above that could be hell, but to another anything below is just as bad, the heat feels oppressive and likes it bearing down making everything worse

The ones who love spices and flavour but too much is sickening

The ones who can't eat onions or other such foods because the texture is wrong, even though they like the flavour onions add

The ones who suffer with their senses because something is off and it is hell, but they can't zone it out because ADHD doesn't allow you to just turn off stimulus, it wants stimulus all the time but of the right kind because the wrong stimulus or no stimulus is worse than torture

#adhd frustrations #adhd stuff #adhd things #adhd #adhd hyperactive #neurodivergence #neurodivergent #dyslexia #sensory overwhelm #sensory disorder #sensory issues #sensory overload

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blinday · 1 year

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I'm so happy! It's 9 pm and today for the first time in my life I asked for help with something long term and autism-related. I have terrible sensory issues with food, so much so I eat the same thing almost every day. Problem is, it changed. The safe food is no longer safe, and now 2 out of 3 meals aren't safe either.

I spent the most part of last week skipping meals because it felt like a chore to drag myself there and eat things that quite literally made me nauseous. And after eating it I was stressed, my belly was weird, I was tired and frustrated.

So I talked to my mom, and opened up. I told her I like food better when it doesn't have normal seasoning, almost bland; some textures (like of beans some meats) are big no-nos but if they are cut tiny can eat it; how I like it better if things aren't oily.

We talked yesterday. Today's meal was full of safe food. Mashed pumpkin with salt and butter, plain boilled caulliflower, cooked cabbage and sausages with tomato sauce.

I've never in my life, and I'm not exaggerating, liked having lunch so much. Lunch is usually the meal I like the least! (In Brazil the main meal is lunch so you can see my problem there). I even took some of the leftovers to eat latter at dinner, and usually I hate it!

I just wanted to share because it's a huge thing for me. Both because I didn't know why people liked lunch so much, and because I feel very loved. This situation only confirmed to me something I have been told time and time again:

The people that love you will help if you ask.

You are not burdening them.

They will be happy to see you happy.

My mom was SO happy when I told her how much I liked the food, and everyone looked at me weird because I NEVER eat the lunch leftovers at dinner! My dad was super happy that I ate with them without getting left behing (because I usually start to play with my food instead of eating until it's only me on the table).

The people who love you will be happy to be able to take care of you. They want it.

You just need to take a leap of faith. Lend a little trust. They'll take it and RUN with it.

And in this case it's lunch, but I opened up about my feelings to my friends and they were super supportive, and now not only they are helping me go through the problem easier, I am not alone in it.

Trust your family - be it by blood or choice.

They won't fail you.

#Blinday ramblings #blinday's life #autism #moron on a screen #sensory issues #safe food #wholesome #family #i love my family #autism spectrum disorder #autistic experiences #tw food #actually autistic

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sicjimin · 2 years

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What about Jimin being really sensitive to a certain food during his pregnancy. But it's his partner's favorite food and he doesn't want to make the other feel bad for enjoying it, so he doesn't say anything and just gets sick all the time in private. You can pick the partner.

a.n : you guys always have lots of amazing prompts TT sometimes it's making me nervous if i can build it to a fic just like what you wanted ... anw thankyou for this brilliant prompts hope you like it 🤍

tw : mpreg

Jimin bites his inner cheeks, mentally giving himself a pep talk as he trudge in to the kitchen, sitting on one of the stool and taking his gaze to scan the food there. His morning sickness has gotten bad today, wake up extremely queasy, but he hasnt be able to "relieve" it despite he has been kneeling in front of the toilet for 5 minutes before he takes a shower, "Jimin you cant throw up you wont throw up you wont gag suddenly and you're going to eat—"

Chicken.

He huffs, feeling the queasiness become thicker at the menu today. But he can't protest, not when Taehyung has been trying to prepare all of this. So he tries his best to suck it, his hands unconciously moving over his already big bump, holding it tight—as if it's might help his chicken predicament.

Gosh, even the sight of chicken in front of him already causing saliva to pool in his mouth and his throat tighten with the urge to gag.

"Jiminie", Taehyung calls after turning off the stove, and taking cold water from the fridge—putting an end to Jimin's inner fights with chicken in front of him. "I'm sorry this taking quite long, the delivery man got delayed", he speaks, sitting on the opposite of Jimin and starts placing chopsticks in front of him. Jimin mumbles a small thank you, deciding to take a bite of rice first.

A safe steps.

"I heard that this chicken really delicious", Taehyung chatters, eyes sparkling with excitement as he takes a bite of it. Jimin almost throw back his rice up at the sight. He gulps, quickly swallowing the plain rice, "Is it?"

Taehyung nods rather enthusiastic, "Yeah! It tastes like heaven!", he exclaims. "It's just the right amount of salt, just the right amount of pepper...", he continues, taking another bite. Jimin smiles fondly, "Well, I think it tastes great, no wonder it's your favorite"

Taehyung chuckles, "How could you say that, you haven't take a bite", he teases, stretching his arms and places one on Jimin's plate. "Try it"

Jimin press a thin smile, before lifting his chopsticks and hesitantly taking a bite of those chicken. Savory taste from the crunchy skin along with olive oil oozes down his tongue. It was nice.

"Good?", Taehyung asks, gaining a hum from Jimin as he takes another bite, chewing it slowly. "Mhm"

Taehyung beams at that, "I know i never wrong at choosing food"

Jimin giggles, "Yes, your amazing husband to choose food, not to cook, still" he adds teasingly, earning himself a pout from Taehyung. Jimin takes another bite—and that's when it hits him. The reason why he and his baby despise chicken.

The oily taste that feels to excessive in his tongue, the moist texture ...

Jimin puts the chicken down, forcefully pushing the remaining in his mouth down, before takes a spoonful of rice, chewing it quickly and next taking a generous gulp of water, in an attempt to wash the taste down. He presses his fist over his lips, staring at the half eaten chicken on his plate, and the half finished rice sitting beside it.

It feels disgusting.

The nausea comes rushing back to him and he clamped his mouth.

"Jimin .. hey, whats wrong?", Taehyung asks worriedly, watching Jimin with a frown. Jimin shakes his head, "Nothing... just.. nauseous, you know .. morning sickness", he breathes out, before quickly taking another sip of water.

Taehyung sighs fondly, "Is our baby giving you a hard time again?"

"Yeah ..", Jimin trails off, "But it's fine", he murmurs, closing his eyes as his stomach rolls again, making him whimper. He pulls the plate away, "I don't think i can eat anymore"

Taehyung looks sympathetic, "Okay, do you want anything else to eat?" he asks carefully, watching Jimin's expression for any sort of negative response. "No..", Jimin shakes his head, feeling more uncomfortable with every passing second. "I think i will lay down for a while .. ", he whimpers, squeezing Taehyung's hands apologetically, before standing up, and walking towards their room with stiff steps.

Jimin shut the door behind him and stood leaning there for a moment with a hand over his mouth. He shuts his eyes, breathing heavily.

No .. he can't throw up. He can't lose a small bit that he already eat—"Uurrkk",

A hollow gag immediately escapes him. Jimin bends over as much as his bump allow, pressing a hand to his mouth as a wave of nausea passes through his body. He could taste the chicken coming back up and the start of a gag licking deep in his throat. Jimin scrambles to the bathroom, slamming the door and hurriedly turning the sink on so he can drown his "soon" retching noises—before whirled to the toilet as another gag squeeze his stomach.

Jimin burps, fell to his knees, holding his clenching swelling stomach, and immediately gave a loud, gurgling heave —expelled a copious gush of his partially-digested food. He groans when he could see those chicken floating below. Jimin gasps, barely had time to take a breath through his nose properly, before a second wave spewed out. This one bigger, pushing all the rice spraying out of his mouth and splatters loudly to the bowl.

He hopes Taehyung doesn't hear that.

Jimin continued to rock with deep, strong heaves until his stomach was painfully empty and only discolored liquid gurgled up his throat—relieving his nauseated morning.

He coughs, spitting the aftertase of vomit that linger in his tongue before weakly pushing himself up.

"Are you okay? Did you throw up?", Taehyung chatters when Jimin opens the door—startling the older. Jimin smiles, launching himself to nuzzle into the taller man crooks ; seeking a bit of comfort after the uncomfortable session. "Mhm .."

"Gosh .. why don't you call me", Taehyung sighs, running his hand back and forth on Jimin's back, "It's okay .. i'm used to it"

"Still .."

***

Maybe it was Jimin's mistake to not telling his husband that he has grown food aversions—or that all pregnant people experience that, and Jimin has specific hatred to chicken, when Taehyung comes in after his works, with one hand holding takeout bag.

"Chim, baby, i'm home", Taehyung greets, tossing his car key, coat, and his shoes before walking in. Jimin perks up from his phone on the couch, huffing when he can moves as fast as he wants to greet Taehyung—his bump getting in a way. "Welcome", Jimin smiles, after he succesfully waddles to his husband, pressing a small kiss on the latter lips.

"Dinner?", he eyes the bag. Taehyung nods as he walks to the kitchen and starts pulling out the container, Jimin trailing from behind. "What is that?", he asks curiously, jumps to sit on the stool. He could feel his baby kicking excitedly at the sight of food.

"Guess", Taehyung grins.

Jimin pouts. He's hungry! He doesn't want to guess!

"Jjajangmyeon"

"Um .. you want that?", Taehyung sheepishly asks when he sees Jimin's shoulder slumps after he shakes his head. Jimin nods, and Taehyung only can sighs fondly, "I can buy it for you tomorrow", he quickly try to fix the situation.

Jimin shrugs, it's just a momentary craving anyways. "So what is it?"

Taehyung opens the container, and the way Taehyung lits up and the smell waft through the kitchen .. no way.

"Chicken!"

Jimin could feel physically how color draining from his face as his stomach clenching at the sight of that hell food. He gulps.

"Same as the last one?"

"Mhm", Taehyung hums, moving each of it to the plate. "This time we got sauce too, garlic and cheese, i think"

Jimin inhales, picking up his chopsticks and start poking his food. He can handle this. If he just ignore the textures and taste and— he sighs, already accepting defeat that he can't escape from another need to vomit after this. He just need Taehyung to not know again.

And with that he starts to chew, bites after bites he tries to swallow while listening to Taehyung story about one of his coworker mishaps.

And Jimin did it. Maybe Taehyung chatters also being a good distraction—he manages to get down one chicken and his rice.

"It's good to see you can eat properly again", Taehyung says fondly as he takes the empty plates and walk to the sink. Jimin takes a generous amount of water—forcing all food he just eat to stay down there and getting rid the aftertaste in his mouth.

Jimin hums. His hand start hovering over his bump as the uncomfortable feeling begin to creep up. It feels like all his food stuck and making a lump in his middle. He takes a deep inhales, puffing his cheeks out.

He just need to get this nausea controlled.

"Do you need help?", Jimin asks, looking at the younger that already starting on washing the dish. "Nope", Taehyung plops the words, "I'm fine .. you can rest"

"You're the one that working", Jimin mutters, grimacing when a burp escapes his lips. Oh .. it's started. "You should rest", he continues.

"Noo it's fine, i can wash dishes." Taehyung argues. "But if you want to help then maybe can you take out the trash, love?"

Jimin's eyes widen. Taehyung is going to hell in his mind. "You sure you don't wan't me to wash dishes instead?"

Taehyung chuckles as he rinses the plates, "Why? Are you scared going out alone?", he teases. "Yah!", Jimin huffs, slowly pushing himself from his seat and take the trash, still pouting all the way that makes Taehyung laughs, "You can't pout, you're the one that offering to help!"

"To wash dishes!!", Jimin yells as he reach the doorway. He closes the door, letting the night wind hitting his face. He jogs to the frontyard, placing the trash near there so it can be picked up later in the morning, before he succumb to the nausea that honestly, been progressing worse, since he walks out.

Jimin rest his hand near their door, facing the bush—squeezing his eyes as he shuddered when his throat tightens and an airy gag escaped his lips. He coughs, moving his free hands to rub his bump, quite aggresively. Giving a light press in some spot, hoping that it could just ... fasten the process.

And it works.

Jimin sways forward with a burp, that immediately become productive, as a big gush of his food he just ate pouring out from his lips, coating the green bush below him. He drink in few ragged breathe before his stomach squeezing again, pushing more bigger stream of vomit out. It feels horrible—both of his hands clutching his bump and the wall as the exertion taking over his body.

"Jimin-ah .. why are you taking so— shit"

"Taehyung..", Jimin croakes out when he faintly heard someone running to him and then there's an arm furiously rubbing his back and wrapping around his waist.

"I'm here .. i'm here", Taehyung coos, "What happened?"

"Dinner", Jimin managed to mumbles before his stomach lurch again, sputtering mouthful of vomit and more after that. He thinks he let out even his breakfast with how big the puddle below him.

"Chim ...", Taehyung calls after Jimin's retches and gagging tappered down, "Was the food bad? Gosh .. did i accidentally poisoning you? But i'm fine .. we should go to the doc—"

Jimin chuckles wetly as he straightened his body, winces when he feels a throbbing backache spreading. Gosh, he must been bending over for too long.

"Baby .. calm down"

"How can i? You're throwing up and you said it was because of dinner!"

"It was because of the chic—", Jimin close his eyes, shoulder hitching as he whirl around to face the bush, and gag, but nothing come out anymore. "Fuck ..", he moans after the wave passed. "Chicken .. your baby hate chicken, Taehyung-ah"

"Ah ..", Taehyung's face softens. He cups the older face, wiping streaks of tears that left on the latter chubby cheeks, "Why don't you tell me?"

"You love it", Jimin pouts. "And i like it too, but this one here", he nudged his bump, "Is not"

"And i think that's a strong reason to banned chicken for a while", Taehyung leans down, talking to the bump, "Your wish is my command, you little baby. Just don't make your Appa suffer again, okay?"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!taehyung #and again another mpreg fic

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notabled-noodle · 2 years

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So I've got a question and idk if I've asked it before but is it possible to have ADHD and/or autism but have very few sensory issues? Also what counts as a sensory issue? Like do allergies or physical sensitivies to certain types of clothing count? When I was little I would get rashes after wearing certain clothing and it ITCHED.

As for other sensory issues, they're a not-always-there sort of thing. The most commonly there thing though is I can't stand to touch any kind of floor with my bare feet unless I'm in a shower or tub or occasionally a swimming pool. But I don't have many issues with food textures (or if I do, then I've slowly learned to like the taste of those things and get over the texture. Or otherwise tolerate the texture because it's mixes in with something else.) Also idk if it counts but if I'm eating chicken and I come across gristle or bone, I feel very nauseous and often can't finish that piece of chicken, no matter how good it tastes.

Uhhh. Also I have a friend who is diagnosed with both autism and ADHD and they think I might have autism. I know it doesn't mean much but I still think I should get it looked into but if I talk to my mom about it she will just dismiss me. I also don't have a primary care doctor ah....

Anyway I know I come to you with a lot of asks about this stuff and I want to say thank you so much for your help. It may not always make sense to me but thank you so much for even trying to help me and so many other people too.

sensory issues come on a spectrum, and include both hyper and hypo sensitivity. the same person could have almost no sense of smell, be super sensitive to particular textures, and not feel strongly either way about taste. it’s all one big mix and match depending on the person. the extent to which those issues impact a person’s life will depend on the person.

allergies to particular fabrics can increase sensory issues, but the allergy is not itself a sensory issue. usually, if you have sensitivities to certain fabrics, that will go broader than just fabrics you’re allergic to. that kind of sensory issue also usually comes along with other issues with touch — hating brushing up against something, hating physical contact with other people, etc

sensory issues are not in the ADHD diagnostic criteria at all, and is not a necessary condition for autism. in the DSM, sensory issues are included in the same category as stimming and special interests, among other things. you only need two of the four things in that section — so if you both stim and have special interests, you can still get diagnosed with autism without having sensory issues.

I’m sorry that your mum is dismissing you and that you don’t have access to support with this at the moment. remember that you’re allowed to access advice and resources for autism and/or ADHD whether you have a diagnosis or not — whatever helps you helps, and that’s good

I wish you all the best

#asks #spd #autism #adhd

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theaword-livingwithautism · 2 years

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What is Autism?

Autism, or Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) is a developmental disability that exists on a severity spectrum, with some symptoms presenting stronger than others, and some individuals presenting more symptoms than others. On the “high” end of the spectrum, you’ll find conditions like ADD (Attentional Deficit Disorder), and ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder). On the “low” end of the spectrum, you’ll find individuals whose autistic traits severely impact their ability to function on a day-to-day basis, can deeply affect their thought and speech patterns, and can limit their ability to live and function independently. But both ends of the spectrum are still autism, and so is everything in between.

The Prevalence of Autism

The diagnosis of “autistic” in some capacity has risen dramatically in recent years. According to the Center for Disease Control, in 2000, 1 in 150 children were reported to have been diagnosed as autistic in some capacity, and in 2018, that number is now more like 1 in 44 children. This is of course, quite drastic. But why is that? With an increase in the quality of diagnostic tools such as the DSM-5, which has erased Asperger’s Syndrome altogether and combined it to create the term “autism spectrum disorder,” researchers are beginning to broaden their understanding of the autistic spectrum and what it means to be “severely autistic”. Additionally, it can be extremely difficult to diagnose girls and non-binary individuals with autism, as many of the diagnostic tools were created around white males for white males. While the male rate of autism is almost four times that of women, our understanding of autism is always changing as we continue to listen to autistic individuals about their symptoms and experience in order to improve our full understanding of autism spectrum disorder.

Why Should You Care About Autism?

You have met someone with autism. I guarantee it. Whether it was the kid in elementary school who was “weird” and introverted, preferred books over people, and spoke rarely, or the high school cheerleading captain who was always moving and talking and severely obsessed with the Twilight Saga, autistic individuals come in all shapes, sizes, and personalities. It is important that we understand autism at a base level in order to make the lives of autistic individuals around us easier. Additionally, understanding autism means that if you encounter an autistic person in distress, you will have the equipped knowledge to understand the situation and know the “dos-and-don’ts” of assisting an autistic individual.

What Does Autism Look Like?

Autism doesn’t look like anything. This is very important. Once you have met a person with autism, you have met a person with autism. This saying is used to mean “Not all autistic people are the same, and you should not treat them as if they are the same.” In fact, treating all autistic people you meet as if they are the same could be actively harmful for you, as symptoms in their severity change from person to person, and what might be a pleasant noise for one autistic person could cause a shutdown to another.

What are the Symptoms of Autism?

Some of the basic signs are sensory avoidance, which occurs in all ages and demographics. Touching certain textures, smells, tastes, visual stimuli, sounds: All of these things can be incredibly difficult at various levels for any autistic person. And the severity of reactions can vary greatly as well. For example, I actively avoid raw tomatoes as the sensory experience of smelling and tasting them, and the texture of the tomato in my mouth makes me actively nauseous, but sometimes even if my favorite food doesn’t smell right, I can’t eat it, or my brain tells me that it isn’t safe to eat. These symptoms while often present, are always changing.

Another common symptom of autism is a behavior commonly referred to as “stimming”. Clinically referred to as “self stimulating behaviors,” these things can include flapping one’s hands, making unprompted noises or talk to oneself, obsessively touching or tapping objects, rocking back and forth, and the impulse to chew on things or even one’s own body like obsessively biting your lips or fingernails. These behaviors exist when autistic individuals are in non-ideal states of stimulation, either too high or too low. They can be used to ground the brain in high-stress situations (like flapping one’s hands or rocking back and forth) or to provide extra stimulation to the brain in a low-stimulation environment (like making unprompted noises and chewing on things). It’s also important to note that these behaviors can, and often do, go both ways. I rock back and forth as an overstimulation and understimulation tool, for example. It is a comforting behavior for me regardless of the situation I am in.

A lack of speech or delayed speech is also very common in autistic individuals. Sometimes people are completely nonverbal, or can be like me, where they are partially nonverbal and experience episodes of aversion to verbal conversation because the surrounding environment can be overstimulating, or other factors may be in play, causing extreme stress and eventually leading to a “shutdown,” which for me, often includes a nonverbal episode. On a less extreme level, nonverbal communication and behaviors can also just be calming and easier for autistic individuals, especially those who struggle to correctly use tone when speaking aloud.

Another one of the significant symptoms is a lack of understanding in social skills and cues, or struggling to interpret tone and inflection in the words of themselves or others. The most stereotyped example of this is an autistic student in your class wanting to be your friend and proceeding to follow you around, constantly attempt to speak to you, and even tell other people that you’re their friend whenever you were just being polite and hoping that they would leave you alone, as you were trying to focus on your work. In this situation, the autistic individual failed to observe the social expectation that you provide the people you are friends with the space they request when they request it, and they also failed to interpret your tone correctly, taking your politeness as friendship when you were really just trying to get some peace and quiet. While it is neither individual’s fault here, and both people were doing what they thought was best, it is important to recognize that this situation is extremely common, especially in elementary-aged children, or in stages of life with heavy social development periods. It’s also a difficult situation to solve on your own, as it can be tempting to snap at the autistic student and say something rude even though it would make them realize that they were not having a positive impact on you. The correct thing to do in this situation would be to sit down and have a one-on-one conversation with the student and explain how they’re making you feel, and ask for them to either change their approach and give them suggestions on how to do so, or politely ask that they leave you alone for the time being. We’ll get into conflict resolution and social struggles with autism later, but I wanted to give you a little sneak peak on why social cues and expectations can create such difficulty for both autistic and non-autistic individuals. The differences in the communication styles of both can create misunderstanding and unnecessary conflict.

The last symptom that is highly common is something called a “special interest” or a “hyperfixation.” Autistic individuals will often choose a topic that they like and then proceed to develop complex, in-depth knowledge about the topic and everything related to it. This information-gathering process is extremely common across all parts of the spectrum, and something that many autistic individuals can use to relate to each other. This topic in particular is so complex that it will ultimately require its own post, as I sit here thinking about it.

Where Should I go to Learn More About Autism?

Center for Disease Control: https://www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/autism/facts.html

National Institute of Mental Health: https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/autism-spectrum-disorders-asd

Autistic Self-Advocacy Network: https://autisticadvocacy.org/about-asan/about-autism/

Autistic Women and Non-Binary Network (AWN): https://awnnetwork.org/

Where Should I NOT go to Learn More About Autism?

This will be its own post. But, it is very important to note in the understanding of autism that there are people who believe that autism should be eliminated from the gene pool. There are also organizations which claim to have the interest of autistic individuals at heart and have been shown to have less than positive intentions. The next post will cover this topic.

Thanks for reading!

#autism #neurodiversity #education #ut austin

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