Thinking About… Wooden Wiggly Snake

relationships are so weird sometimes cause like, my friends were discussing how girls are hot and im just over here like “anyone wanna hear me recite stay calm from memory?”

Here is a drawing that took me like 2 minutes to commemorate neil and his tunes

the way my limbs operate is like in veggietales, how they just materialize hands when they need them

Of course you have green scales and pronouns

me when the species dysphoria starts species dysphoria-ing

(WHERE ARE MY WINGS. WHERE ARE MY CLAWS.)

being autistic as a kid without knowing it be like: *taps foot on the floor* *gets told to stop because the tapping is annoying* *stims in the school bathroom* *stims at home* *stims when reading whatever book you attached yourself to* *gets called a good reader* *attaches self to a group of people who don’t really wanna be your friends but they tolerate you* *gets placed with random people for group projects* *stims in the school bathroom* *gets called a picky eater at home* *gets put into the gifted program but is also really bad at some topics* *draws in class* *stims in class* *gets ignored* *stims in class* *stims in class* *stims in c

Made a meme about my experience with autism, and it seemed to resonate with people on Reddit so... here ya go.

Anyone else get so much species euphoria from being called a dog even though they aren’t one?? I think being acknowledged as any creature just makes me so happy =3

I love that my therapist agrees with me that the point of my treatment is functionality not sanity. Maybe for some there is a need to be sane in order to live how they want, but that is not the case with me.

I don’t need to be compliant to human’s beliefs in order to function and be happy. In fact, pretending I am human and that I think the same way they do is actively harmful for me.

Sanity is a concept made up by humans. They decide when a belief is acceptable, unconventional, or wrong. I would not be considered sane by most people’s standards. That does not make me wrong.

I am inhuman. I am me.

I don’t know if it has to do with the neurodivergence or the nonhumanity but my relationship with pets is a bit odd. they are more siblings or children than anything else. we are both creatures which is something humans often fail to recognize/respect.

the rats I take care of are my friends. not mine through ownership, but mine through relationship.

I doubt this view is really all that uncommon in the nonhuman community, but I have yet to see much talk about it.