Now he’s knocking and I’m too anxious to answer the door. Today’s lesson is you don’t have to force yourself to leave an anxiety haven, even to explain your self-care. He knocks very quietly and politely, and I have loud music on. It’s easily explained away.
It may be disappointing for him, but I’ve been dissociated all day because of my sheer terror of doing it.
I want this to be a place of neurodiversity. I'm not an expert, but I welcome questions, thoughts and experiences from others. I want to respect all neurodivergences and that means refusing to reinforce ableism.
I don't use functioning language. Nor do I insult people on the basis of their intelligence, or equate intelligence with worth.
Outside of ableism, I also reblog posts about cissexism, heterosexism, racism, sexism, sizism and any other -isms that are taking place.
As a white cisgender guy I hold a lot of privileges, so I welcome call-outs when I get any of this wrong.
My personal posts tend to be in the actuallyautistic tag.
I can also be found at FY Stimming.
