The OPs Of Threads Must Get So Confused By Me On Social Media.

The OPs of threads must get so confused by me on social media.

"He's deleted and reposted the same comment like, 15 times now. Is he okay?"

Leave me alone, I'm correcting my grammar every time I re-read what I replied with and notice an obvious error. Do you want me to rip my hair out instead and develop intense insomnia?

My entire childhood and teenage years consisted of being petrified my indoor cat was gonna escape when the door opened.

Marty, if you're reading this, we have windows for a reason. Just look out them. All the cool shit is in here. (Marty turns 14 soon)

I think it's worth mentioning that there are self diagnosed autistic people who aren't completely self diagnosed.

Just because we don't have a professional diagnosis down on paper, doesn't mean we haven't talked with experts and specialists about it.

I'm technically self diagnosed, but also, both my OT and psychotherapist who are very experienced with and knowledgeable about autism, as well as work with autistic children and adults on a regular basis, have validated me.

Bottom line, you shouldn't assume we're just guessing and armchair diagnosing ourselves. There are many reasons why late diagnosed autistic adults would rather not have an official diagnosis on our records, especially for those of us who are physically disabled and/or have mental illness diagnoses. Doesn't mean our autism isn't valid. We're still autistic.

It's 5:00 AM... You wake up with drool on your face, a dry mouth, and the outside world looks like Twilight's cinematography. You just had the 605th dream about people on big porches with different social predicaments. You remember none of it, and you feel 49% rested.

"There has to be a meaning to all this. I bet if I turned on an old cassette radio, it'd tingle my dissociative reality cords."

Constant sweaty palms from being afraid, miserable, and overheated has left people thinking I have a rigorous moisturizing routine.

No, no, silly human. These are the natural benefits of being deranged and deteriorating. Soft, smooth, luscious hands... And IBS.