Me: “I can’t be autistic, I don’t have sensory issues.”
Also Me-
- The person who told me to try freezing grapes is my enemy.
- *Physically gagging from trying to eat a freeze dried strawberry*
- “I can’t sleep, my shirt is on.”
- This yogurt had pieces of fruit in it so I will let it spoil in the back of my fridge and die of starvation before I eat it.
- If anyone touches me right now I will become a safety hazard
- *Throwing myself off of furniture*
- Something is crinkling SOMEWHERE in the next room and if I don’t find it and destroy it I will never sleep again.
- This person’s headlights were too bright for 0.5 seconds and now I will have a migraine for the next 4 hours.
- My hands are wet MY HANDS ARE WET MAKE IT STOP
- What do you mean these clothes are dry? They’re clearly still damp, how do you not feel it? They’re still damp!
- These two rocks rubbed against each other and made a noise and I think I may have broken a tooth from clenching my jaw so hard
- If I am forced to wear jeans for more than 0.3 seconds upon entering my home I’m going to start crying
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I hate this:
I don't know what's wrong. I can make as many lists. As many notes. As I possibly can but I'll never know what's wrong.
Is it the bpd? Did someone trigger some unknown trauma that's hidden deep? Did they say something that scared me?
Is it the autism? Am I just overstimulated? Am I hungry? Sleepy? Thirsty?
Is it the ADHD? What. Is. Wrong?
Sebastian Stan and Shailene Woodley in Endings, Beginnings (2019)
SEBASTIAN STAN behind the scenes of CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014). Dir. by Anthony and Joe Russo
Neurotypical after a successful social interaction: That was fun, it was great to see them again!
Me after a successful social interaction: I made such a normal amount of eye contact. I deserve some cheese.
whenever i have a new hyperfixation, i suddenly need to know everything about it and own every piece of merchandise that has ever been created because its the only thing i can think or talk about.
i simply cannot like something in a “normal way”
Also my memory sucks so if I don’t have it in writing to go back and look at, I will forget everything that’s been said
Thank you @ The Autistic Teacher
“Hey, Bucky?” you turn on your side to face him.
“Yes, doll?”
“Are missions scary?” you wonder.
He tilts his head and shrugs, “Not really.”
“But what about all the scary guys with guns and those aliens?” your brows furrow.
“I’m used to it,” the corners of his lips curve upwards, “You’re dating an old, wise one-hundred-year-old man, Y/N.” He leans up to kiss your forehead, “I’ve seen the world.”
You huff, “Well then what are you afraid of?”
Bucky reaches his hand out to you. He caresses your cheek and moves your stray hairs behind your ear, “Losing you.”