Cheese In The Trap Snowy Day Extra (x)

LIKE THE FUCKING SMELL

THE TEXTURE

THAT SLIMY SHIT IS SO PUNGENT

AND IT BUILD NAUSEA. I CAN FEEL IT DEEP IN MY STOAMCH. I CAN FEEL MY SALIVA IN MY MOUTH THAT MAKES ME JUST WANT TO GO HUEGUHGHHJKGUJ EVEN MORE, AND ITS ALL BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING SMELL AND THE TEXTURE OF DISH SOAP ON MY HANDS, ON MY FINGERS

AND WHEN YOU WASH YOUR HANDS

YOU CAN STILL FEEL THE FEELILNG OF DISH SOAP AGAINST THE SKIN

YOU CANT GET RID OF IT

I FUCKING HATE DISH SOAP

anyone else fucking hate dish soap?

the struggle with having chronic pain when you do an activity and your body is going through hellish pain but you can't say anything because someone might just gonna brush it off with " you don't exercise enough " bullshit.

I love you tragedy I love you corruption arcs I love you doomed relationships I love you character succumbing to their fatal flaw I love you codependency I love you characters doomed to die from the start I love you road to hell paved with good intentions

When I was younger and more abled, I was so fucking on board with the fantasy genre’s subversion of traditional femininity. We weren’t just fainting maidens locked up in towers; we could do anything men could do, be as strong or as physical or as violent. I got into western martial arts and learned to fight with a rapier, fell in love with the longsword.

But since I’ve gotten too disabled to fight anymore, I… find myself coming back to that maiden in a tower. It’s that funny thing, where subverting femininity is powerful for the people who have always been forced into it… but for the people who have always been excluded, the powerful thing can be embracing it.

As I’m disabled, as I say to groups of friends, “I can’t walk that far,” as I’m in too much pain to keep partying, I find myself worrying: I’m boring, too quiet, too stationary, irrelevant. The message sent to the disabled is: You’re out of the narrative, you’re secondary, you’re a burden.

The remarkable thing about the maiden in her tower is not her immobility; it’s common for disabled people to be abandoned, set adrift, waiting at bus stops or watching out the windows, forgotten in institutions or stranded in our houses. The remarkable thing is that she’s like a beacon, turning her tower into a lighthouse; people want to come to her, she’s important, she inspires through her appearance and words and craftwork.  In medieval romances she gives gifts, write letters, sends messengers, and summons lovers; she plays chess, commissions ballads, composes music, commands knights. She is her household’s moral centre in a castle under siege. She is a castle unto herself, and the integrity of her body matters.

That can be so revolutionary to those of us stuck in our towers who fall prey to thinking: Nobody would want to visit; nobody would want to listen; nobody would want to stay.

Some people just don't understand how validating a diagnosis can be. Like with my parents, they worried that getting a diagnosis would be "letting it define me," and that "there's no point in confirming what we already know." But having a professional sit down and tell you you're not faking or overreacting is so relieving. Of course, there are downsides and not everybody feels the need for one, but if someone wants a diagnosis, listen to them.

WHAT THE FUCCAA

things i didnt realize were signs of being neurodivergent when i was younger

not being able to stand certain textures of clothes and complaining when i was forced to wear them

being a “picky eater” (and then getting punished for it)

struggling to understand gender norms (like being told long hair is for girls, short hair is for boys, certain colors decide your genitals apparently, etc)

reading the same short story books over and over again

getting sensory overload constantly and thinking that im just too sensitive and it must be a character flaw i have to fix

bringing certain objects or belongings with me everywhere for comfort

spending way too long making up my own fantasy worlds or stories

fellow ND people please feel free to add on (neurotypicals welcome to reblog but dont clown)

I have more than one tumblr account incase if i say shit its gonna be something that everyone hates and i don't want someone to think that i'm a bad person justsbecause someone on the internet disagreed with me about an anime but i mostly get neutral responses and honestly i'm mad i aint getting clout on main :/

Here is the comic series I promised with my last post!

Part 1/4

Part 2 will be neurological explanations,

Part 3&4 will be actual tips and tricks!

Please know that I’m not intentionally withholding the next parts, they’re just not finished yet and making this series takes so much time. So much Layouting to not make all this info a wall of text! That being said I hope I can upload part 2 next week to my patreon

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