Straight People Have The YMCA

Straight people have the YMCA

Gay people have Hot To Go

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.

(binder question person) thank you so much!

Don’t mention it! I’m happy to help!

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

*continues quietly hiding in my room*

Relistening to Nightvale only to realize I am in fact waiting for the bus, and it is in fact raining.

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.