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I've seen a lot of level one autistics say things like "Have an urge to run? Hell yeah! Elope, bitch! Freedom!". This frustrates me, so I want to talk about elopement, and what it actually is and feels like for me.
I am someone who elopes when in severe distress. It isnt that I want freedom, or even that I want to leave. Its that my body takes control of me, and I involuntarily run anywhere I can to get out. I've run out of my house before, I've run into the middle of the street, etc. It isnt fun. It isnt freeing. It's scary, it's dangerous, and it feels like I am being controlled by my own body because I have no say in it. It just happens, and suddenly I am sprinting out my front door.
I've also seen level one autistics be upset with parents for having those "child leashes" on their autistic kids, saying how they "arent dogs". I think more people need to understand that these are SAFETY TOOLS and are often times NECESSARY for people who elope frequently. Stop shaming parents for having these leash backpacks.
#tw elopement#elopement tw#tw meltdown#meltdown tw#actually autistic#neurodivergent#aac user#nonspeaking#nonspeaking autistic#autism#aac device#aac users#disabled#level 2 autism#the tism#high support needs autistic#mid high support needs#high support needs disabled#high support needs
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I need Cg! Alastor x Autistic! Regressor! Reader content. If you could do that, I’d be very happy. If you can’t, that’s ok.
As I said in my last post, I am so, so sorry it took so long to get this out!
TW: Meltdown, unintentional self harm
Alastor sighed as his little one cried out for the 3rd time today. They were at a center for Littles in Hell, and Alastor hoped it would be a good idea, but this didn't seem to be working out.
Alastor slowly approached them, before quickening his pace when they began to hit themself in the head. He picked them up gently, pulling their hands away from their head. They squirmed and cried out louder, but Alastor knew there was little else he could do but get them out of there.
He gently carried them out of the building, before phasing back to the hotel, into his room. (Y/N) cried out more at the feeling of shadow fading, but calmed down a bit when they realized where they were. Alastor gently pulled them closer, hugging them tightly. Slowly, they calmed down. Alastor let go of their hands.
"That's it, my dear. We're home. Daddy's got you," Alastor cooed.
"D-Daddy," (Y/N) cried softly. "(Y/N) sowwy."
"It's alright, fawn. I know you can't help it." Alastor sat down, pulling (Y/N)'s weighted blanket to him and covering the both with it. "Shh... Poor little darling."
(Y/N) snuggled into him, catching their breath as he soothed them.
"Rest, my dear. I'll be right here. Later, we will go down to see Uncle Husk and get something to eat, once it's quiet."
They quickly fell asleep on his lap, exhausted from the rough day.
#agere#age regression#hazbin hotel age regression#hazbin hotel agere#age regressor#agere caregiver#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor the radio demon#alastor hazbin hotel#radio demon#x reader#tw meltdown#tw s3lf harm#tw sh related#tw self destructive behavior
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Post-meltdown fatigue suck. Feels like Toby limbs is jello.
#autistic#autism#autistic meltdown#tw meltdown#actually autistic#nonverbal#medium support needs#autism spectrum disorder#nonspeaking autistic
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Hey, heads up this is a heavy comic. I think I’ve tagged everything I need to but if you think I missed a tag let me know. The darker themes are implied, but if you’re uncomfortable with anything in the tags feel free to scroll on.
Uh oh, heat wave in Phoenix Drop. You know what that means? Summer outfits! And you know what that means? New scar reveals! And you know what that means? Unpacking childhood trauma!
Panels fused version:
#tw childhood trauma#tw child neglect#tw child trauma#tw implied abuse#tw emotional distress#tw emotional neglect#tw autistic meltdown#tw meltdown#aphmau#aphblr#aphverse#mcd#aphmau mcd#minecraft diaries#mcd rewrite#Aphra#garroth ro'meave#laurance zvahl#aphmau garroth#aphmau laurance#mcd garroth#mcd laurance
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back on my qbad is autistic bullshit
dont think about how crushing this loss of routine is, in an already hellish place that never makes sense, dont think about qbad dealing with the Change and the Loss and not being able to identify the tangle of feelings.
when he does try to talk with people, when he's forced to, its almost instant shutdown. i think qbad is more of a shutdown autist than a meltdown one, doesnt mean he doesnt have meltdowns, shutdowns are just more common. going nonverbal, shaking, rocking, seeking comfort but not having forever there. turning to etoiles or bagi or foolish even.
i think he'd pull on his hair and bite his hand to self soothe and whoever's with him would have to call foolish because he's the only one who can wrench bad's teeth from his skin.
#maybe i need to write a huge hurt/comfort fic about qbad having a meltdown after a few shutdowns after forever is taken away#aaaaa#qsmp#q!badboyhalo#tw self harm#ish#tw meltdown
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Needed to post this here for non-discord freekbellers to see
No I am not projecting, what are you talking about?
To elaborate more, he never cried when shit is serious, but has a meltdown over anything not being as he wanted
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I don't think you guys understand. SHE IS AUTISTIC!!! SHE HAS AUTISTIC MELTDOWN!!! HERE!!!
Btw, if people want me to gather even more autistic Courtney TDR clips, I WILL. Also, you obviously don't have to headcanon her as autistic. You do you!
#autism headcanon#total dramarama#courtney td#hissterical headcanons#tw meltdown#cw meltdown#tw autistic meltdown#cw autistic meltdown#video#((I'd tag it as my stuff but all I did was put clips together so... yeah))#total drama
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mikey/donnie or leo/donnie bonding?
Ask and ye shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy XD
Enjoy some Disaster Twins because I'm weak for them.
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Leo had been the one to insist he and Donnie were twins.
Splinter had never refuted it—they're the same age, or so he says; Donnie hasn't had the chance to carbon date them yet—and neither had Raph, Mikey or even April. It used to drive Donnie up the goddamned wall when they were little, more so when Leo coined the phrase 'Disaster Twins'. Where the hell he'd gotten that from, Donnie cannot fathom, nor does he wish to. Not even he can hope to comprehend the machinations of Leonardo's brain.
Still, there are some benefits. For example, as the elder 'twin' he has Twin Killing rights when Leo pisses him off.
0o0o0
Donnie slams the fridge shut. “Leo,” he growls.
At the kitchen table, Leo's spoon freezes halfway to his mouth.
“If you drank my freaking milk again—”
“Donnie, for god's sake!” Leo drops his spoon on the table and scowls. “Look, I'm sorry, but I needed it for my cornflakes—”
“That shit better have been soy, or your face is going in The Bucket again!”
Leo pales. He scrambles out of his chair and backs up, a seething Donnie matching every step. “No, not The Bucket—!”
“The freaking Bucket, Leon!” Donnie cackles, a metallic claw snatching a dusty, Leo's head-sized bucket from a forgotten corner of the kitchen as he looms over his quivering twin. “Sadistic Laugh!”
Sweating, Leo shields his face in vain. “Donnie, please! Anything but The Bucket—!”
“Here it comes, bitch!”
“AAAAH—!”
THUNK!
Donnie dusts off his hands. “There. Now think about what you've done for the next four hours.” He struts out of the kitchen, humming under his breath.
Sitting defeated on the floor, Leo coughs. It echoes in the bucket prison. “It smells like fish in here,” he whines.
Watching everything unfold from the doorway, Raph and Mikey share a look, decide it's none of their business and walk away.
0o0o0
There are other benefits, too. Like how, logistics be damned, one will know what buttons to push to get their way and when the other is at their Limit.
On those days, Donnie is glad Leo understands.
0o0o0
“Don?”
The door scrapes across the stone as it slides open, and Donnie flinches hard. He bites his lip against a cry as he rocks, the back of his head bumping against his bed frame. His headphones are across the room with his flipped desk and scattered papers. The noise cancelling contraption built to his specifications isn't cutting it today, apparently, but everything else has no freaking problem cutting straight through him like paper—
“Donnie, can you hear me?”
It shouldn't be that big a deal; sounds, smells, and textures exist, that's just fact, all a big part of what most call 'life' while others (Donnie) call it a cruel bitch of existence whose out to freaking get him, all the senses merging into one, big middle finger pointed straight at Donnie's brain, and he's letting it because he, he—
“Oh, Donnie...”
They're all different, different from humans, Yokai, and even each other for all that they're brothers and family. But Donnie—Donnie feels like a machine; cold at best, unfeeling at worst, armoured from head to toe to hide his weakness. And the slightest thing—a disrupted routine, an unwanted touch, or in this case the feel of an old, scratchy blanket on his bare shell—could send his systems into overdrive, break him, render him useless because that's all Donatello is if he isn't building things or being the smart 'fix everything' guy, isn't he—?
“Donnie, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to touch you—you can't do that, you're hurting yourself—”
He almost hisses—hisses, like the beasts they pretend they aren't—when two hands gently grab his wrists and pull them from where he'd been banging his fists against his head. He looks up, breathing hard, fast and on the verge of tears—
Leo's here. His smile is a soft thing he usually reserves for Mikey, and there's a plastic bag full of fidget toys by his knees—Donnie spots a rub-ix cube and one of those rainbow pop-y things Mikey adores—and Leo's weighted blanket.
“Bad day, huh?”
Donnie's jaw locks, the lump in his throat thick and heavy. The words are there but they're not, but they have to be because Donnie's the smart guy, the funniest, he always has something to—
“Hey, hey, it's okay, Dee,” Leo shuffles slightly closer—not too close—keeping a firm grip on Donnie's wrists as his fingers twitch, claws peeking out. “We're not talking right now, that's cool. S'all good, but we don't need the hissing, m'kay? Cool.” Leo lets Donnie go and stands, pulling up the blanket and carefully throwing it over Donnie's shoulders—
Oh, holy truffle mac and cheese, this is so much better.
Leo chuckles. “Would you listen to that? Purrytello back at it again.”
If Donnie had words, he'd snap at Leo. He settles for a glare and testy clicks instead. Leo huffs, clicking right back and tossing Donnie the Rubix cube. He doesn't come under the blanket like Donnie expects, opting for Donnie's bed as he sprawls on the mattress, hanging upside down with his legs braced against the wall, his head inches from Donnie's. He has a little cube with buttons and switches that he fiddles with, eyes on that instead of Donnie.
A few minutes pass in relative silence save for the clicking of switches and Donnie's rapid fingers across the puzzle box. The world feels softer under the weight of the blanket that feels like a wanted hug and smells like his brother, and Donnie feels—not better, not yet, but his battery feels fuller than it has all day, all week. Feels less like a 'thing' and more like a 'he' again.
All thanks to Leo, who'd known, somehow, that Donnie was having a Bad Time and went out of his way to help. Leo, whose been silent and still for far longer than usual, far longer than he's comfortable. Leo, whose smile is strained at the corners as his leg bounces—
Donnie puts the Rubix down and taps Leo's shoulder. The clicking stops as Leo, still upside down, tilts his head. “Hm?”
Donnie holds up the blanket in silent invitation.
Leo stares. His new smile is relieved and real as he rolls off the bed and nuzzles against Donne's side, the little black cube forgotten in favour of cuddling the soft shell as he tucks the blanket around them both. “Thanks, Dee!” he chimes, snuggling closer now that he knows he won't get scratched, shoved or bitten for it.
Donnie almost rolls his eyes, but he gets it. Like how Leo gets him.
His dorky twin can be pretty cool, sometimes.
0o0o0
And then there's the other side.
There's a popular myth that twins are 'linked' from conception to death. They can read each other's minds, feel the other's pain etcetera, which is all bullshit. Leo, again, had insisted otherwise until Donnie had tested that theory with the business end of his staff against Leo's skull. He hadn't brought it up again after that.
Then Leo disappears through a portal in the sky.
And Donnie feels him leave.
It's the shock of falling into a frozen lake and the feel of a bullet piercing your chest—cold, gaping numbness that you can't control, can't breathe through or comprehend.
It's the tearing of a limb off your body, the sudden wrongness of everything as something you'd had your whole life—you relied on it subconsciously, knew it was there and assumed it always would be, so you took it for granted—is ripped from you mercilessly, violently, leaving you to look at where it had been and think 'that shouldn't not be there' moments before you shriek in agony.
But Donnie doesn't scream.
Raph falls to his knees. Mikey stares at the sky where the doorway to hell had shut. Donnie turns away and stares into nothing.
“Casey, listen to me! When I get to the other side, you close that door!”
This isn't right. This is impossible.
“Leo, please don't do this! LEO!”
“Ha... you're one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style.”
Leo. He should be here. Right here. Right next to Donnie, where he's always been. He's not supposed to leave.
“Casey! Close the portal now!”
They're supposed to stay together. They're twins, aren't they? Leo said—he always said—Leo is a constant, their constant, Donnie's constant, he's not supposed to—
“Casey—augh—please!”
Static.
Cold, hollow numbness, a hole torn in his chest where a brother used to sit.
His hand moves to his cheek before he registers it. Calloused fingers meet damp skin, and he pulls his hand back—oh. Tears. He's crying.
It's real.
Leo is gone. Donnie felt him leave.
His twin is gone.
…
And then, by a miracle named Mikey, he isn't.
A beam of orange light tears a hole through reality. They see Leo, drifting in a sea of black and debris—
And Donnie feels him.
“Took you guys long enough.”
He sees him. He hears him.
And then the Krang lurches from the dark like a demon from hell, and Donnie sees red.
(Later, much later, in a nest of their softest pillows and blankets, their family gathered in a heap of aching limbs and snoring (breathing, living) bodies, Donnie forgoes his aversions and holds Leo tight (not too tight, mind the shell and every bone that monster dared to break). Leo's bandaged arms squeeze him around the waist as he whispers: “Don't think I've ever seen you so pissed off, Dee.”
Donnie huffs. “Yeah, well...” He bumps his forehead against Leo's, damp with sweat and remnants of blood seeping through the bandages around his temples. “The bastard had it coming. No one messes with my twin.”
Leo jolts slightly. Then he snickers wetly, pressing their heads closer and grinning wide, lips quivering as tears threaten the corners of his eyes. “Yeah. Disaster Twins, right?”
Donnie huffs through the lump in his throat. He grins back.
“Disaster Twins for life.”
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Thanks, @randomness227
Keep the requests coming! I'll do my best to answer them all :)
#rottmnt#rottmnt fic#rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles#rottmnt disaster twins#disaster twins#my writing#i love them your honor#donnie is autistic and leo is ADHD you cannot change my mind#i wrote this at 2am#tw meltdown
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a small piece of comfort from chongyun as reader experiences a meltdown of sorts. can be interpreted as sensory overload, autistic meltdown, panic attack, etc etc, and hopefully any similar situation you could use some comfort with.
“too loud…” you cried, slapping your palms over your ears. warm tears welled in your eyes and spilled in rivers down your cheeks—“it’s too loud.” your voice was so small, so quiet. so broken.
you felt yourself losing grip on your surroundings, the deafening noises muting as if you had left the room. but one thing was keeping you tethered to your body—chongyun’s touch.
it was the feeling of your back pressed firmly against his chest; his arms enveloping you; thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your wrists. it was only when you focused on those sensations that you were able to hear him whispering softly in your ear, voice strangled with worry: “it’s okay. i’ve got you. you’re okay.”
you were burning up and your palms were soaked from clawing at your tear-filled eyes, but still chongyun grasped at you desperately, ignoring the way his own insides were igniting. he just needed you back, needed you to come back from wherever you were right now and see that he was with you. he even didn’t know that he was the only thing keeping you awake at the moment as you experienced a sort of dissociation. you felt like an outsider in your own body as it writhed and sobbed, while chongyun just held you tightly, whispering gentle comforts and brushing his thumb over the skin of your arms.
slowly, gradually, the focus you directed towards the feeling of chongyun’s soft thumb began to pull you back to your body. you could feel his chest breathing heavily behind you, his legs surrounding your own, his arms enveloping you with a comforting warmth—you didn’t know such a gentle sensation was possible. it hugged you, it compressed you, it filled you. a beautiful kind of relief washed over you in one large wave, allowing you to breathe long enough to remember where you were.
after regaining control of yourself, you managed to worm your body around enough to face chongyun, wrapping your legs around his torso and burying your face in his neck while he (after recovering from his surprise) helped you adjust and sit on his lap comfortably. the boy leaned into your touch completely, melting into you to envelope your body completely with his own. his arms fit snugly around your waist as if that was where they belonged. no words were exchanged—they needn’t have been. you simply clutched onto chongyun as if afraid you would leave yourself again, desperate to stay connected to the present despite the noise that had driven you to panic in the first place. the noise didn’t matter so long as you could feel chongyun, touch chongyun, just know that chongyun was there.
you melted into his warmth—the warmth of the boy with the cryo vision.
#mujimade#chongyun x reader#chongyun#genshin chongyun#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#tw meltdown#tw panic attack#tw anxiety attack#tw sensory overload#tw dissociation#genshin impact chongyun#gi chongyun
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(TW FOR ABLEISM, MELTDOWNS, ETC.)
Supporting disabled people is more than just supporting us when you think its cute, easy, or beneficial for you.
If your support ends when you see an adult in public with a diaper bulge, you aren't supporting disabled people.
If your support ends when you see someone drooling, you aren't supporting disabled people.
If your support ends when someone has a violent meltdown in public, you aren't supporting disabled people.
If your support ends when someone needs help being fed, you aren't supporting disabled people.
Etc. Etc. Etc.
I know that you dont think its cute or aesthetically pleasing to try and calm me down and be understanding of me when I throw my communication device across the room and slam my head into the ground because someone laughed too loudly, I know that you think its embarrassing. I know you dont think it's all "uwu cute tism" when I can't shower for a week straight and spend the whole day crying, yelling, and biting myself, but if that makes you angry at me, you arent supporting disabled people.
What is your limit to supporting disabled people? What is your limit to being okay with the fact that I am NOT like your nondisabled friends?
Where does the support end and the disgust start? How long until we are "too disabled" for you?
/not at anyone specific
#actually autistic#neurodivergent#autism#aac user#nonspeaking autistic#nonspeaking#aac device#disabled#aac users#tw meltdown#incontinence#incontinent#high support needs#high support needs autistic#multiply disabled#tw ableism
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⚠️ Trigger warning: Vent art, meltdown and intrusive thoughts ⚠️
Something that Douglas is ashamed of until today was that time he had a meltdown during work. Everyone saw it. He was feeling that everything in front of him was falling down. His thoughts were going too fast, others talked to him and he didn't understand what they were saying. Douglas couldn't breath properly, the voice of his mind didn't stop insulting him.
He always considered himself a failure because he was never able to satisfy the expectations that others put on him. Douglas was so ashamed of how he wasn't able to remember the simplest tasks, being considered a burden for his own parents... he was the broken one.
Healing is so difficult. It's so hard to understand that we weren't born to be people pleasers when we have grown up believing that our value depends on what you can provide to others...
#fanart#ttte#ttte humanized#thomas the tank engine#art#digital art#illustration#digital artwork#digital drawing#the engine drivers series#actually adhd#undiagnosed adhd#meltdown#trigger warning#Tw meltdown#intrusive thoughts#vent art#ttte donald and douglas#ttte douglas#the scottish twins
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Had a meltdown earlier and it was.. Surprisingly tame. I think it was because I was next to my cat but I was screeching and bobbing my head up and down on a blanket. Am fine, I calmed really fast and I took a nap with the cat. I just find it a little odd about my behaviors because the screeching was very bat-like.
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Do you want a hug?
-@water-pokemon-appreciator
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NothingmakessensewhywouldhehurtmelikethatifIwasntbadidontunderstand
#tw meltdown#tw implied abuse#pkmn irl#pkmn rp#pokemon irl#pokemon#rotomblr#pkmn blog#irl pokemon#rotumblr#pokeblogging#irl pkmn
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Inspired by a tiktok vid, I made a little list of how to notice an autistic meltdown/shutdown/overstimulation in my notebook.
I decided to share it with you all, maybe someone who's also undiagnosed/late diagnosed might find it useful, but please note that this is only my own experience, this does not apply to everyone's experiences with meltdowns/shutdowns/overstimulation.
Obviously trigger warning if this topic is triggering for you, please don't read!
SIGNS (that I've noticed in myself):
Increased irritation, frustration, anger
Really, really BAD thoughts. Like insulting people, things, whatever is causing the overstimulation/meltdown in my head
Wanting to hurt whatever/whoever is the cause
Wanting to scream, shout, run away
Intrusive thoughts: "xyz doesn't love me", "they definitely talk shit about me", "I fucked up" etc
Increased sensory sensitivities: noise sensitivity (things seem to be louder than what they probably are), auditory problems (which adds to the frustration), sensitivity to clothes (I start feeling every single fibre in my damn bra and it hurts to wear it)
Being extra snappy at people who might not even deserve it
Wanting to cry or straight up starting to cry (usually crying is the point of no return for me)
Increased stimming (if I'm already in a meltdown, I tend to scratch myself, hit/slap my thighs, grab my own hair)
When shutdown occurs, or when it's near, it becomes harder and harder to speak and function. I express myself less and less, and don't speak where it's not absolutely necessary
Please do note that shutdowns, meltdowns and overstimulation are not the same things. I made the same list for all three because because in my personal experience, the signs are pretty much the same for all.
Shutdown can occur before and after a meltdown for me, but sometimes I don't shut down after a meltdown, it's really a 50-50 chance in my experience.
Overstimulation can lead to either a shutdown, a meltdown or both. But everyone is different.
Feel free to use this list, add your own things, etc.
And again, these are only MY experiences, not everyone will experience the same things.:)
#autism#autistic#neurodiversity#neurodivergent#actually autistic#asd#autistic meltdown#meltdowns#shutdowns#autistic shutdown#overstimulation tw#tw meltdown#tw shutdown
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I miss the age when it was socially appropriate to start screaming and crying when I was inconvenienced.
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