Allistics will never understand what it’s like to be autistic. They’ll never understand what it’s like to have a disability that affects literally everything you do, and the way you think about everything. They’ll never understand that each autistic person is completely different from the next and no one of us are the same. They’ll never understand what it’s like to not be able to stand certain feelings and textures, and what it’s like to be forced to touch them. They’ll never understand what it’s like to be the awkward kid, or the weird kid just because of your disability and how you function. They’ll never understand what it’s like to have an item beloved to you confiscated because it’s too “distracting.” They’ll never understand what it’s like to have to do little things to cope, like alienating yourself completely or stimming. They’ll never understand the fact that stimming is healthy for us and keeps us from being stressed. They’ll never understand how loud certain noises are to us and how awful it is to have to listen to them. They’ll never understand how stressful it is to not be able to come up with words or descriptions sometimes, especially in an important moment. Allistics will never understand how awful it is for people to say we weren’t listening when we were and their voice went through one ear and out the other, or just the simple fact that it’s hard to process what they’re saying. They’ll never understand how bothersome it is to randomly seemingly have our brain just partially shut down, and be flowing with creativity just after. They’ll never understand how truly mentally painful it is for us to just be bored. Allistics will never understand how important to us our arrangements and plans are. They’ll never understand why it’s such a big deal when schedules change, and quite frankly, neither do I. They’ll never understand the pain of not truly knowing who they are at least twice as long as them. They’ll never understand how important our needs are and why. They’ll never understand the difference between a special interest vs. an obsession or addiction and how important our special interests are. They’ll never understand that we aren’t “special,” we’re just different, and that we aren’t a burden. They’ll never understand our autism isn’t a tragedy, and it’s just how we live. We’re no inspiration simply for living, we’re inspiring because we have to deal with all the judgment and all the perpetuated stigma that goes on. But most of all, allistics will never understand how important the correct representation of us is, and how important it is for people to inform themselves of our disability.
Fellow autistics, feel free to add more.
“Allistics will never understand what it’s like to be autistic. They’ll never understand what it’s like to have a disability that affects literally everything you do, and the way you think about everything.
They’ll never understand that each autistic person is completely different from the next and no one of us are the same. They’ll never understand what it’s like to not be able to stand certain feelings and textures, and what it’s like to be forced to touch them.
They’ll never understand what it’s like to be the awkward kid, or the weird kid just because of your disability and how you function.
They’ll never understand what it’s like to have an item beloved to you confiscated because it’s too “distracting.” They’ll never understand what it’s like to have to do little things to cope, like alienating yourself completely or stimming.
They’ll never understand the fact that stimming is healthy for us and keeps us from being stressed. They’ll never understand how loud certain noises are to us and how awful it is to have to listen to them.
They’ll never understand how stressful it is to not be able to come up with words or descriptions sometimes, especially in an important moment. Allistics will never understand how awful it is for people to say we weren’t listening when we were and their voice went through one ear and out the other, or just the simple fact that it’s hard to process what they’re saying.
They’ll never understand how bothersome it is to randomly seemingly have our brain just partially shut down, and be flowing with creativity just after. They’ll never understand how truly mentally painful it is for us to just be bored.
Allistics will never understand how important to us our arrangements and plans are. They’ll never understand why it’s such a big deal when schedules change, and quite frankly, neither do I. They’ll never understand the pain of not truly knowing who they are at least twice as long as them.
They’ll never understand how important our needs are and why. They’ll never understand the difference between a special interest vs. an obsession or addiction and how important our special interests are. They’ll never understand that we aren’t “special,” we’re just different, and that we aren’t a burden.
They’ll never understand our autism isn’t a tragedy, and it’s just how we live. We’re no inspiration simply for living, we’re inspiring because we have to deal with all the judgment and all the perpetuated stigma that goes on.
But most of all, allistics will never understand how important the correct representation of us is, and how important it is for people to inform themselves of our disability.
Fellow autistics, feel free to add more.”
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me: what can possibly go wrong tho
anxiety: im glad you asked
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