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“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”
— Marianne Williamson
I'm all for the movement of "if you're going to accept all autistics, that means all autistics. Even the weird ones" etc
But I much more fancy that we just accept weird people point blank. They don't need to share a diagnosis. They don't need to make themselves smaller just to fit into the world.
Cuz, as a late diagnosed autistic, my weird ass could have used just acceptance. Regardless of why I was weird.
I’m a very observant person. So if u think I didn’t notice, I did. I just decided to keep quiet.
you can reinvent yourself as often and as much as you want. you don’t have to stay stagnant to make other people comfortable.
Some people don't see how much you do for them. they only see what you don't do. you'll never satisfy an ungrateful person.
not to be annoying but i don't see like any aseuxal/aro rep in most pride month posts so remember to pour one out for the homies
there is no aging out of having fun. there is no expiration date for joy. if you see someone freely and unabashedly expressing themself in a way that is ultimately harmless, and you balk because you think that person should have "grown out" of whatever it is that's bringing them happiness by now: you have GOT to start asking yourself questions. where did you learn to treat enjoyment the way a grocery store treats blemished fruit, sooner sent to the landfill than the malnourished? who benefits from the narrative that aging and spiritual suppression go hand in hand? and what harmless amusements, dear neighbor, are you telling yourself that you're not allowed to indulge anymore, for fear of scalding judgment by so many shame-filled strangers who don't even know your name?
“I’d spent so long trying to fit in, trying to be someone I wasn’t, that I had no idea who I was any more.”
— Dorothy Koomson, The Rose Petal Beach