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PriestlyPriestly 14 hours ago you say fifty people I SAY FIFTY GAY PEOPLE you say nightclub I SAY GAY NIGHTCLUB you say the shooter was mentally ill I SAY HOW DARE YOU PERPETUATE THE STIGMA THAT MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE ARE SOMEHOW DANGEROUS WHEN THERE HAVE BEEN COUNTLESS NEUROTYPICALS THAT HAVE DONE HORRIBLE THINGS OF THEIR OWN VOLITION you say this was isis I SAY HOW DARE YOU CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THIS ISLAMOPHOBIA THIS WAS THE WORK OF ONE MAN ONE MAN WITH A GUN AND NOW FIFTY OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD   SO I SAY HOW DARE YOU TRY TO MAKE THIS ANYTHING ELSE THAN WHAT IS OBVIOUSLY IS THIS WAS A HATE CRIME AND THE WORST SLAUGHTER -BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT WAS- IN HUNDREDS OF YEARS AND IT WAS A HATE CRIME AGAINST THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY SO HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DOWNPLAY THIS TO A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AN AFFILIATION WITH ISIS BECAUSE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD AND YOU SAYING well this happens to other people all the time ERASES THE FACT THAT YES I KNOW THIS HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE BUT THIS HAPPENED TO GAY PEOPLE AT A GAY NIGHTCLUB AND NOW A PLACE THAT SHOULD BE SAFE FOR MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND FOR ME IS NO LONGER SAFE BECAUSE A MAN WITH A GUN DECIDED THAT SINCE WE ARE DIFFERENT THAN HE IS WE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO LIVE
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
I SAY
You people never took me seriously For you, I was just a problem child Who needed to be molded According to your whims and fancies You never saw me as an individual Who has his own thoughts, feelings and emotions My opinions never mattered to you You wanted me to improve my verbal communication As well as my body language But you never even tried to understand me properly It never occurred to you That there is a reason why I am different Or even if it did, you never truly cared What bothered me the most, though Was the fact That you believed you were acting in my best interests Of course, it was my mistake Not to leave this accursed country While I had the chance And seek my fortunes elsewhere A mistake I may probably regret For the rest of my life Anyway, as Arabella Figg once said "There's no good crying over spilt potion" I was a fool to listen to you But I have progressed in life Far more than you would've expected me And not because of you But in spite of you Well, I would love to meet you one of these days And prove to you That verbal communication is overrated Just like you yourselves are We autistic people can do equally well, if not better As compared to you neurotypicals Who are obsessed with correcting others Well, please look into the mirror And just leave us alone Worse than an enemy, is an NT with a saviour complex Well, we can see right through you You may think you are being kind and empathetic However, in reality, you are just a bunch of condescending wankers Who believe they are always right Well, there is nothing wrong in having your own views Just try not to force them down our throats I will end on this note Autistic people are human beings too It is time you learned to appreciate that
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Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 12:37 AM UTC
Message To Certain Neurotypical People In My Life
You people never took me seriously For you, I was just a problem child Who needed to be molded According to your whims and fancies You never saw me as an individual Who has his own thoughts, feelings and emotions My opinions never mattered to you You wanted me to improve my verbal communication As well as my body language But you never even tried to understand me properly It never occurred to you That there is a reason why I am different Or even if it did, you never truly cared What bothered me the most, though Was the fact That you believed you were acting in my best interests Of course, it was my mistake Not to leave this accursed country While I had the chance And seek my fortunes elsewhere A mistake I may probably regret For the rest of my life Anyway, as Arabella Figg once said "There's no good crying over spilt potion" I was a fool to listen to you But I have progressed in life Far more than you would've expected me And not because of you But in spite of you Well, I would love to meet you one of these days And prove to you That verbal communication is overrated Just like you yourselves are We autistic people can do equally well, if not better As compared to you neurotypicals Who are obsessed with correcting others Well, please look into the mirror And just leave us alone Worse than an enemy, is an NT with a saviour complex Well, we can see right through you You may think you are being kind and empathetic However, in reality, you are just a bunch of condescending wankers Who believe they are always right Well, there is nothing wrong in having your own views Just try not to force them down our throats I will end on this note Autistic people are human beings too It is time you learned to appreciate that
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today i woke up and played animal crossing. i ate ice cream and i binged. i microwaved salt and water, it didn't do anything and i felt stupid calling it a binge. small binges count, shallow cuts count too. it's about how you feel while stuffing your face with three cereal bars at the speed of light or storing sharp objects as a panic button. I spent the day self-loathing and wishing I had a prettier disorder. one that doesn’t get you called a ***** when you just need someone to tell you what is real and what is not, one that doesn't make crawling out of your bed an impossible challenge. I remember how forgiving people were when everyone suspected I had adhd. I would hurt myself whenever i couldn't focus and they thought that was worth a hug, mania is not even worth a kind word. I remember my ex handing me ritalin, I remember not taking it because I was paranoid about being poisoned. there was “you can do it” written on the box with a smiley face. he had the same grin as he f!cked me and spat on me minutes away. I scratched his back as bad as I could so the other girl would notice and ask him if he was treating me right. he thought it was arousing. it was a cry for help. now I sit on the edge of the bed I spent the past few days in. it got me missing my old bedroom, the cocoon i lived inside for eight years. i sit here alone and unlovable by the standards of controlling neurotypicals, i still can't focus for the life of me and I've never felt so close yet so far from my dreams. if i'll have to take a step back from my ambitions once again, then so be it. my only hope is that death feels like going grocery shopping and exiting the store knowing that you checked all of the boxes of your list, I hope my grandma felt safe as she passed. if heaven is real I hope my hym3n grows back to convince myself I was never in danger. I hope I can be something other than life's mixed, blonde, green-eyed f!ck doll.
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 8:35 AM UTC
f!ck doll
today i woke up and played animal crossing. i ate ice cream and i binged. i microwaved salt and water, it didn't do anything and i felt stupid calling it a binge. small binges count, shallow cuts count too. it's about how you feel while stuffing your face with three cereal bars at the speed of light or storing sharp objects as a panic button. I spent the day self-loathing and wishing I had a prettier disorder. one that doesn’t get you called a ***** when you just need someone to tell you what is real and what is not, one that doesn't make crawling out of your bed an impossible challenge. I remember how forgiving people were when everyone suspected I had adhd. I would hurt myself whenever i couldn't focus and they thought that was worth a hug, mania is not even worth a kind word. I remember my ex handing me ritalin, I remember not taking it because I was paranoid about being poisoned. there was “you can do it” written on the box with a smiley face. he had the same grin as he f!cked me and spat on me minutes away. I scratched his back as bad as I could so the other girl would notice and ask him if he was treating me right. he thought it was arousing. it was a cry for help. now I sit on the edge of the bed I spent the past few days in. it got me missing my old bedroom, the cocoon i lived inside for eight years. i sit here alone and unlovable by the standards of controlling neurotypicals, i still can't focus for the life of me and I've never felt so close yet so far from my dreams. if i'll have to take a step back from my ambitions once again, then so be it. my only hope is that death feels like going grocery shopping and exiting the store knowing that you checked all of the boxes of your list, I hope my grandma felt safe as she passed. if heaven is real I hope my hym3n grows back to convince myself I was never in danger. I hope I can be something other than life's mixed, blonde, green-eyed f!ck doll.
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you say fifty people I SAY FIFTY GAY PEOPLE you say nightclub I SAY GAY NIGHTCLUB you say the shooter was mentally ill I SAY HOW DARE YOU PERPETUATE THE STIGMA THAT MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE ARE SOMEHOW DANGEROUS WHEN THERE HAVE BEEN COUNTLESS NEUROTYPICALS THAT HAVE DONE HORRIBLE THINGS OF THEIR OWN VOLITION you say this was isis I SAY HOW DARE YOU CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THIS ISLAMOPHOBIA THIS WAS THE WORK OF ONE MAN ONE MAN WITH A GUN AND NOW FIFTY OF MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD SO I SAY HOW DARE YOU TRY TO MAKE THIS ANYTHING ELSE THAN WHAT IS OBVIOUSLY IS THIS WAS A HATE CRIME AND THE WORST SLAUGHTER -BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT IT WAS- IN HUNDREDS OF YEARS AND IT WAS A HATE CRIME AGAINST THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY SO HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DOWNPLAY THIS TO A MENTAL ILLNESS AND AN AFFILIATION WITH ISIS BECAUSE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE DEAD AND YOU SAYING well this happens to other people all the time ERASES THE FACT THAT YES I KNOW THIS HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE BUT THIS HAPPENED TO GAY PEOPLE AT A GAY NIGHTCLUB AND NOW A PLACE THAT SHOULD BE SAFE FOR MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND FOR ME IS NO LONGER SAFE BECAUSE A MAN WITH A GUN DECIDED THAT SINCE WE ARE DIFFERENT THAN HE IS WE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO LIVE
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
I SAY
A line to define us is what you imagine, When you hear the words, Autism Spectrum Disorder, It generally happens. You place us in order, Based on our physical representation, And here come the words that I must slaughter, Before you draw this misrepresentation. We are not, The terms ‘high functioning’, Or ‘low functioning’, In fact this is actually quite impolite. To give a more representable label, Please use the terms, Severe Autism, Moderate, Or mild. Every autistic person, Has a different set of strengths and needs, So do not presume the ‘functioning’ term, As it tends to arrange and mistreat, Every autistic person, Who experiences challenges, In different versions. With these terms, We have created the gap between neurotypicals and the autistic on our own. When after all, A better understanding is all we need to be realistic, Because we all share the same bones. So, no two people you meet with autism, Are categorically the same. We are a spectrum of many beautiful colours, And we are all here to play the same game. There are multiple areas where we can succeed, And just like you, Others, where we are not so great.
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
The Spectrum
does my "less than" title make you better than me?
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Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
neurotypicals
yeah i mean, i know that the people that i keep closest love and care about me, like with the way i act and live life they kind of have to. but i mean, i, a lot of times act out due to the extremity of the emotions that i feel. like neurotypicals operate on a daily basis between the levels of 4-6 emotionally, i operate on good days between 3-7, but most days it’s between 2-9, so like this morning when my mom woke me up, like not even rude or anything, the reaction i gave was 2x more intense than what a neurotypical would have, which meant screaming “what” at her over and over, and then she was like appalled at my reaction and just stared at me, so i got even more upset because i read that as a very judgemental thing to do, when in reality she was probably just trying to figure out how to proceed without getting more of a rise out of me, but my brain read it as she was sitting there staring at me in disgust, so i started crying and storming outside to get away from everyones eyes. and those reactions and emotional rollercoasters happen on the daily with them and they don’t understand at all what is going on. and it wasn’t until a year ago that i had a diagnosis even, so my growing up was extremely ******* difficult for my siblings and parents.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
a message to my best friend