Oh Fuck

Oh fuck

[ID: a screenshot of a tweet from "urfavcatpun" with four pictures of the episode "Chat Blanc". In the pictures, it is possible to see Chat Blanc with his hand outstretched, preparing a cataclysm, crying, and with his hand up. Chat Blanc is a white teen with white hair, blue eyes and wearing a white cat suit. The tweet says: "He's experienced it all just in one akumatized form... Desperation... sorrow... anger... and blank expression..." Under the tweet, there is a comment from "owenuhryniak" that says: "the reason his emotions are so unstable is because when faced with the choice between cataclysming ladybug or his dad he tried to cataclysm himself but because he's a sentimonster it didn't kill him it just sent him out of control which is why he keeps swinging emotions so wildly as chat blanc". End of description.]

Chat Blanc 😭😭😭

thats why hes spiraling his emotion at that time 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Autistic/neurodivergent culture is: you are wondering "what is the table made of?" So you get under the table to know what's it made of. Then, you decide to stay in there because it feels nice

Both Nezuko and Tanjiro are autistic (many other characters too, but I'll not talk about this or this post will be really long).

Nezuko has touch and clothing sensitivity, and she can't wear most fabrics (that's why she would sew her kimono so many times, because it was one of the only clothings that she felt comfortable in)

So, when they were kids, everytime their dad would go to the city sell charcoal, Tanjiro would go too and they would look after some different fabric Nezuko could wear.

Tanjiro started getting interested abotu fabrics and researching more and more about it and then -BOOOOM! Special interest.

Today I had a math test. I was relieved because that was my last test of all. I'll tell how it ended up with me having maybe the worst meltdown of my whole life.

TW: meltdown, sensory overload

I already have had a discussion with my mom in the car, what made me angry. Then, at school, some other stuff pissed me off, but I though it was nothing. The test was in the two first periods, and I make my tests in a separate room with some other kids that have problems having a test inside the classroom.

I panicked some times during the test because the adults that were responsible for the test screwed up some important stuff, and, in the end, I got REALLY pissed off cause the boy next to me started to hit his rubber on the table. It was so loud and, at the same time, so low.

At 9:00, I had finished my test, so I could go back to my classroom. Picked up my schoolbag and went down the stairs to my year's floor. I stopped when I was in front of my classroom's door. I was not physically able to enter in. I could go to any other place, but to my classroom. I felt like I couldn't enter in, or else I would lose shit.

So, I sat in front of the door, and, a few minutes later, I went to the bathroom and tried to calm down. I thought I could go back to my classroom now. Spoiler: I wasn't. The hall has a lot of echo, and I could hear everything.

"NO, NO, NO! I'M STILL NOT PREPARED!" This is what I screamed to myself, alone, when I first heard the echoes. I sat on the ground, holding my schoolbag. So, I gathered strenght and walked to this really large hall/courtyard where there are some benchs.

I wanted to go home. I sat in a bench and started repeating the word: "home, home, home..." It was not voluntary. I just wanted to go away from there. So, I opened up my schoolbag and called my parents. My mom and my dad were instantly really worried about me, so, they started to talking to me so I could calm down. Mom told me to go to the bathroom, so I could be in a safer place.

There was nobody in the bathroom, and I entered a box. My mom stayed talking to me, which helped me calm down a bit. But this was the moment the test was over. Everyone left their classrooms and a lot of girls always reunite in the bathroom. I was still in the box, with my schoolbag there and my mom on the phone, trying to calm down.

When people started entering in and talking, I lost it. It was painful, it was so loud, it was terrible. It broke me in half. My body was shaking and slipping to the ground, and I felt something in my throat: the screaming urge of crying. My voice cracked when I answered my parents question. They were hearing the noise through the phone, too. My mom heard my voice cracking and realized I was about to cry, so, she told me to leave the bathroom. And that's what I did.

I got my schoolbag, opened the box's door and ran. I bumped and pushed at least four girls in my way out, but I was desperate. I was hurt, scared and broken. I wanted to run away from everything and everyone. The courtyard was full of people, so I immediatly ran to the hall with the benchs in which I was before.

Nobody was there, and, whyle running through the hall, I started crying and crying. My tears couldn't even flow through my face, because I was with a terrible pain expression, so all I could do was make some noises of crying and despair with my closen mouth.

I ran until I arrived in front of the library. At this point, my face was covered in tears. My parents were still on the call during the moment I was running, and I told them, while sobbing and crying, that I wanted to go home. They called the school so they could get me.

When I was going down to the entrance to meet them, I had to pass through the courtyard, and there was someone in there with a fucking guitar who started playing. I felt it all going back again, and I ran until I arrived to the entrance, almost falling down the stairs, because I simply couldn't handle something else anymore. In the entrance, I could still hear the sound, but it was lower. A few minutes later, my parents arrived and picked me up.

You know that meme "autistic and adhd friendship"? So, I just realized that exactly represents me and my friend. I'm autistic, he has adhd, we are opposites in most stuff, but somehow the thing works.

Shout out to anyone who has a demonized diagnosis, mid or high support needs autistic people, all disabled people, anyone with sensory issues or texture issues, people who get overwhelmed easily, people who find it hard to do things alone, people with trauma, anyone who uses a mobility aid, people who struggle with social interactions, and people who feel awkward in their skin. We are not burdens and we deserve to feel good, we deserve to happy and have good things in our lives. We are not broken people. We are amazing and just as special as anyone else.