✨ "the best of all civilization" "autistic icon" "magic" "oddly specific" "literally perfect" "pure" "benevolent" "chaos and confusion" "very stable" "junk"
My husband does family law and I just overheard him on the phone saying, “I’m so sorry to hear he cut up your wigs.” And I accidentally screamed. Put my headphones back in 🥴
At my old job, you could volunteer to read to a 1st grader every Wednesday. My partner was a lil boy who LIED SO MUCH. the lies were so amazing. I just wanted him to talk. I hated that we had to read 😩😅
One day, he told me that he sleeps standing upside down on the ceiling.
Like a bat. I was like, WHAT 😮?! He was like “yea 😌” I asked him, what do your parents say? Do they know??
He said they caught him one time, and they whispered, “wow. He’s so beautiful.”
😩😭🥹
#BlackBoyJoy
A big part of my fear of other people is their lack of fear. They don’t care enough about germs, disease, or hell for me to share space with them comfortably.
I was new to dating. I objected. He said, “Pay & I got the next 6 dates!” I paid. Took me to the movies after, but I was weirded out. Next day, I said I was sick & asked for a bunch of food, he brought it to my apartment lobby, I thanked him, went upstairs & blocked his number.
@goldd_diggerr
At the very least you lack some of the social behaviors people like. I say this ONLY because you wrote this tweet. It’s an unspoken rule not to openly distinguish yourself based on these things. Also. There are literally no qualifications required for getting a boyfriend.
I'm sitting here thinking. realizing: I abandoned myself at a very young age when I decided to be "good" instead of ME to get love. And as I aged, I gave myself to every other person I was close to, and I let it be their job to meet my needs.
I have a new rule. If I see a Bobby pin in my house, I must put it in my hair. Period. When I remove a Bobby pin from my hair, I must put it in the Bobby pin jar. Big Bobby is getting no more money from me. That’s over.
I used to be a gooch goblin, until I realized niggas don’t be putting the rag in between their ass cheeks when they shower they just let the water hit it
For me, maturity is knowing there are many reasons for the same behavior. I do not need to know how anyone feels inside. I only need to know if I like the manifestations. When I don’t, I move.
Can I diagnose myself with difficulty interpreting what people are saying or feeling?
Can I diagnose myself with not intuiting unspoken neurotypical social rules? Or avoiding superficial conversations?
Can I diagnose myself as being “in my own world”?
To me, a childless layman with limited life experience: making a video crying about your kid’s bad behavior should feel the same as doing it to your spouse. In the spouse case, it would take a lot for you to disparage them publicly; you honor them. Framing your kid as a bad guy
If not, then who can? Which specialist can tell me all these things about myself? Which specialist knows how long it takes me to speak up when I’m hurt? Who knows how badly I want to open my mail and handle things, but can’t?
Can I diagnose my sensitivity to rejection? Can I diagnose myself as not preferring to make eye contact when I speak? Can I diagnose myself with bumping into my walls or tripping over my feet? Can I diagnose myself with handwriting that hurts?
Can I diagnose myself as engaging in repetitive behaviors or routines? Can I diagnose myself with only eating a limited group of foods? Can I diagnose myself with a meltdown? Can I diagnose myself with a strong or unusual special interest?
Can I diagnose myself with migraines?
@Caulimovirus
I can’t imagine feeling the need to say “not the place; not the time!!” Like. It’s going on. He’s shouting about his wife being sexualIy assaulted. Show is stopped. And you just want to make sure the record reflects your objection? It’s not like you’re stopping anything. 🥴
@VtheEsquire
@Bredloveee
I don’t know how Black people expect to survive into the future this way. We hate each other including the ones we impregnate?? How is this going to work.
When I was burnt out, I had drama ALL THE TIME. Everything bothered me. Like, soo sensitive. It was like the longest bad dream ever. I couldn’t catch a break. I was sad, worried, scared, offended, or angry SO OFTEN. Like. Multiple times a week. Bad days BACK TO BACK.
A white woman partner at my last job took an interest in me (as a mentor), and she used to say she wanted me to speak more freely, I seemed guarded. Well, I was born at night, but not LAST NIGHT!!
on a Teams meeting yesterday I said “let her cook” out loud after one of my colleagues (a lady) made a great point during a controversial argument and now I’ve been asked to see HR on Monday for sexism allegations ???
@NaijahJanay
To those reading, this is a culture you do not have to accept. You can be desirable and still be treated with respect. You can understand healthy boundaries and be intolerant of violence. You don't deserve it, and it's not inevitable just because you are wanted.
Or speaking for longer than I meant to? Can I diagnose myself with picking at my skin until it hurts or I bleed? Can I diagnose myself with miscommunications or misunderstandings with others? Can I diagnose myself as hating bright lights or certain noises or strong smells?
Can I diagnose myself with not understanding a figure of speech? Can I diagnose myself with making up special words or phrases or signs? Can I diagnose myself with rocking back and forth or pacing to soothe myself?
People don’t know what autism is. If you listen to nothing else I say. Listen now. You know you. You know if everything hurts and you don’t understand things despite being "smart". You know if nothing makes sense. Sleep is hard. You know if sounds & lights & touches can hurt.
Can I diagnose myself with preferring others to speak on my behalf when I’m uncomfortable?
Can I diagnose my forgetting to eat or not noticing when I’m tired or when I have to pee? Can I diagnose myself with compulsive shopping or collecting things?
Can I diagnose myself as a deep or “over” thinker? Can I diagnose myself with seeing both sides of a thing? Can I diagnose myself with taking things literally?
What about my honesty or “oversharing”? Can I know that I’m always very different from my peers?
Can I diagnose myself with gullibility? Can I diagnose myself with putting my needs last or not thinking about them at all?
Can I diagnose my anxiety? Can I diagnose myself as noticing patterns others do not? Can I diagnose that I did not get a joke?
Can I diagnose myself with rage/disgust when my food order is wrong? Can I diagnose my difficulty regulating certain emotions? Can I diagnose myself with unintentionally changing my demeanor/personality to fit in?
Can I diagnose myself with trouble keeping up in a conversation?
I found out I was autistic a little over a year ago when I was about to turn 35. This knowledge changed my life for the better, and it helped me spark positive change in the lives of others. Every time I speak about my experience, someone else is moved. I will never be the same.
Who knows that I have the money to pay a bill and will end up in collections anyway? Who could know I panicked when my phone rang because I was not sure if someone died or I was late for an appointment? Who knows that visions of catastrophe flash before my eyes without warning?
Which specialist knows that I secretly hate hugs? But that I don’t reject them because I am desperate to be loved and accepted? What is their title? Who knows that I did all the reading and still prayed my professor would not ask me to speak? Where do they work?
@brocka_zulu
@BigFreakBitch
If marriage provides nothing for men then y’all need to have a meeting about why you propose, and leave us out of it. It’s so damn tired.
Can I diagnose myself with being mistaken for an answering machine when someone calls me? Can I diagnose myself with needing my items arranged in a specific or symmetrical fashion? Can I diagnose myself with making involuntary noises?
Can I diagnose my social anxiety? Can I diagnose my self doubt? Can I diagnose myself with only talking to dogs or babies at social gatherings?
Can I diagnose myself with accidentally interrupting people in conversations? Can I diagnose my confusion or overwhelm or angst?
The person who can tell me that I think I’m being watched. The person who can say my eyes won’t cooperate when I read so I read ahead so I don’t mess up when I am reading aloud? Who are they? If they’re not me?
Can I diagnose myself as feeling like an alien? Can I diagnose that I’m taken advantage of? Can I diagnose myself with sweating or shutting down or being afraid? Can I diagnose my moments of inexplicable gratitude and joy? Can I diagnose my storytelling & “wild imagination”?
Can I diagnose myself with scripting a “simple” conversation or phone call? Can I diagnose myself with thinking a loved one hates me for no reason? Can I diagnose myself as reclusive? Can I diagnose myself as nonspeaking? Can I diagnose myself as burnt out and in need of a break?
Can I diagnose my obsessions or compulsions around a thing? Can I diagnose falling in love with new friends right away? Can I diagnose my love of words and alliteration and rhymes?
Can I diagnose my love for numbers and signs? Can I diagnose counting all the time?
Can I diagnose myself with devastation when people doubt me? Can I diagnose myself with fascination or overwhelm at my own thoughts? Can I diagnose myself with being called “rigid” or “controlling''? Can I diagnose my exhaustion? Can I diagnose myself with constipation? Diarrhea?
Can I diagnose myself as trying to help people who didn't even ask?
Can I diagnose my codependency? Can I diagnose myself with feeling younger than I am? Can I diagnose myself with feeling like I'm bursting with thoughts?
Or seeing smells and hearing colors and tasting sounds?
Can I diagnose remembering every embarrassing thing in a way that still makes me sick? Can I diagnose not remembering anything at all? Can I diagnose myself with losing the same things every single day?
Can I diagnose myself with feeling lazy because I can't even work on the most important things to me? Can I diagnose myself with constantly feeling misjudged? Can I diagnose myself as rubbing my feet together when I sit or lie down, even when I want it to stop?
Can I diagnose myself with dread or paranoia or feeling the whole world's sadness at once? Can I self diagnose my powerful nervousness, insecurity, excitement, wonder, intrigue, disgust, enthusiasm, pride, joy, rage, amusement, delight, attention, or guilt?
@msomi_mawa
I actually appreciate this thread. Many man INSIST that they don’t care at all of men approve of them. They are insecure and their actions speak louder than words anyway. Commendable.
online can make people feel comfortable judging them. We know this about our partners. We know the types of comments it brings. It’s important that we also protect the kids.
People are in her comments saying she has a bad kid. She gave them the materials. Impulsive.
My cancellable psych take? I can see and know someone is autistic. Period. And when we do this on Twitter and you shout “wow you shouldn’t be diagnosing people that’s so messed up!” it says a lot about your feelings about autism. Just get over it. People be autistic.
I've been getting folks to love me without knowing how it's done. I've never had to do it; my only job was getting THEIR love. I loved me for how good I was to others, and that's not sturdy enough. I need to know I'm worthy of love even if no one else can see it.
Most people don’t speak openly about their feelings. They process (or ignore) them without sharing what they are.
When I share my feelings, people assume I need help processing them. Their go-to is, “you shouldn’t feel that way.” And I wonder, is THAT your process? Like,
My law firm director of diversity told me that speaking about my autism would not be enriching to my career and here I am about to do a podcast on autism and inclusion for a tip top global law firm can somebody say the devil is a lie.
So I might not set a boundary, but I might still be shocked and appalled that YOU didn't set a boundary for me AND honor it. Because, "you were supposed to love me!" But would you even have had access to me if I loved me first? I don't know, I'm just thinking.
I was at my friends house last night. Somebody’s husband came in. His wife was on the couch. He said, “five women in here and no one has offered me a drink.” I decided to practice my breathing exercises.
SCAMMER ALERT🚨🚨🚨 black American woman “pretending” to be Afro Brazilian to scam
#passportbros
out of drinks. THIS IS WHY I TELL YALL ASSES TO LEARN THE LANGUAGE BEFORE YOU GO!!!! Just another case of Keisha bringing that bs overseas 🤷🏿♂️
I braided my hair to my calves in ombré black to brown to lots of colors at the bottom. Mostly pink, coral, rose gold, but also lilac, mint, lime, magenta, forsythia, burgundy. It’s not perfect, but it is very good for my purpose and experience level. (3rd Pic before sealing.)
I recently asked my mom if the times she got mad at me when I was a kid were about (1) her own failure to train me properly or (2) my own lack of morals or intellect. I hope parents today think more about things like that.
I cried.
(A guy is demonstrating fear of riding a downward escalator (?!) and eventually an adult and then a child help with encouragement and instruction. The child has a Batman mask. 🥹)
A few years ago, he’d take me to brunch, and I’d talk and cry and cry. Severe burn out. But then the next Sunday he’d ask if I wanted to go to brunch. I’d say, “Ima cry…” & he’d say, “that’s ok!”
He maintains that he was “tailor-made” for me. I’m so glad my joy is back.