Misophonia Is Weird Cause Its Like, Hey, You Across The Room, Can You Chew On Your Cheetos Quieter? The

Misophonia is weird cause it’s like, “Hey, you across the room, can you chew on your Cheetos quieter? The sound feels like violently jabbing a pencil into my ear and I kinda wanna jump through the second story window beside me.” But it’s not like I can just ask the dude in the cinema sitting next to me to not eat his popcorn because I can feel it in my toenails.

When I talk about visible autism on my blog, I’m usually not talking about those who are clocked as quirky and weird. Although that’s completely valid, I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about those of us who are VISIBLY autistic. Those of us who are clocked as those autistics. Who are clocked immediately as having something wrong with them. Those of us who are named as slurs. Who are yelled at. Who are attacked. Who are glared at, pointed at, stared at, pitied. Those of us who are automatically assumed to be with caregivers. Those of us you see talked about in medical journals and on the news as “inspiration” when we graduate or get invited to prom.

This is us. This is who we’re marked as. This is who we are seen as. We are seen as less than, as animals, as objects, as “inspirations”. When we accomplish something it’s usually not seen as our accomplishments but as the accomplishments of our caregivers and support staff.

I get so mad when someone comes onto my blog, MY blog. Me. A visibly autistic, nonverbal person, and doesn’t even look at my tags or pinned post and says “Omg me too, I’m seen as quirky and awkward, I’m visibly autistic 🥰” and like…go you but I’m not talking about you. I’m not talking about “low masking”. Im talking about LOW masking. No masking or very very low masking. Those of us who are immediately seen as autistic.

And it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating when people come into my blog and say this because, you DON’T get it. You just don’t. You don’t get what my life is like, what my experiences are. What it’s like to be LOW masking or no masking. You don’t get that. And yet you try and squeeze yourself in. And that hurts. It hurts to have people who won’t ever understand this squeeze themselves in. Stop doing this.

Happy bat appreciation day everyone! 🦇

I wanted to post for the special occasion a little guy inspired by my first homebrew race! (I had to be sure to post by the end of the day, so I apologize the drawing is a little simple)

I wanted to make a race that allowed me to spill all the useless facts I know about bats, so they’re inspired my actual bat facts and behaviors. So thank you @hellezoic for helping me build it!

If you want access to the race that we’ve worked to build, all I ask is that you donate $5 or more to bat conservation international to help save our nighttime pollinators and send me proof of the donation. Bats are a crucial part of our ecosystem and even our agriculture, and they are dying out more and more rapidly every year, so please make an effort to donate and raise awareness.

Yay! No one else is home! Got the whole place to myself—

*continues quietly hiding in my room*

is it a neurodivergent thing that loves to just like organise stuff? Like not in a stereotypical way I have ocd myself and when I like write an email for example and organise it with paragraphing I get so happy and like I reread that shit over and over. wondering if it’s like a universal thing

*mental illness can be a personal thing to a person to don’t share if you don’t wanna I’m just curious

(((I saw this before and drafted a response, and then I had a million college papers and projects, so I apologize)))

I think that’s definitely super subjective, but it’s definitely true for me and a lot of neurodivergent people I know. I can’t recall any specific information, and I’m no professional, so I’ll just speak on my own behalf. I have autism and I think also OCD, and I sort everything.

If I had to take a guess as to why, it’s to make the world make sense to me and to have a sort of control, if that makes sense. Neurodivergent people think differently from the world around them. That’s, like, the whole thing. The world doesn’t always make sense to us, and it can feel chaotic. So I think sorting is a way of making things work the way our brains do. And even if it doesn’t seem particularly organized to someone else, it’s organized in the way our brain likes it to be, a way that the rest of the world isn’t.

Sorry if that was long or didn’t answer the question correctly. Again, this is just my own experience and theory, but I live with three other neurodivergent roommates and have lots of neurodivergent friends, and I feel like all of them definitely have a sorting method in one way or another, so I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a connection.

Straight people have the YMCA

Gay people have Hot To Go