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When you're constantly corrected on your own actions, intentions, and interpretations of the world, taught that any sentence you think is innocent can be horrifically offensive (and that you knew that even though you didn't), scolded for the way your disability affects you and accused of lying when you struggle, fuck, why wouldn't autistic people have "I'm terrified of doing something wrong and am desperate to comfort myself" disorder? I can't say a single sentence online without checking for how it could be misinterpreted or used as evidence that I have done something wrong, hurt someone, acted like the scum of the earth – I feel the need to put a disclaimer that OCD isn't just how I described it above, because I'm afraid that someone's going to be bothered by that simplistic description – because I know people aren't going to give me grace for clumsy words, even if they know I'm autistic, even if they know part of my autism is wording things clumsily.

And I'm not surprised autistic burnout is such a common problem, either. When autistic people check over their words like this, they're expending energy to accommodate intolerance and ignorance from others. Even for fully verbal autistic people, that's going to take a toll.

That's part of why I like tone tags and just stating the tone like (genuine), I think. People will ask "Why don't you just add a sentence telling people what your tone is?" and the answer is that those sentences also get misinterpreted! Those sentences also get scanned for tone and intent to hurt that isn't there! So that's another sentence that I have to check over and over and over again so people don't read it and think I'm the scum of the earth! Just let me have my fucking tone indicators!! At least I know if someone ignores those that they're being an ableist prick and not just acting "normally" towards me, sure to get all the sympathy if I get frustrated that I can't say even a single sentence naturally without people hating or "correcting" me for it! Because yeah, it's not nice to pick on autistic people, but I'm just an asshole on the internet who didn't cover all possible nuances and sounded a little too snarky, which means it's okay to be a bitch to me!

It's always on me to watch and change my words, on me to play 3D chess in conversations to anticipate outcomes I don't understand, on me to get over my distress so I can "properly" apologize for inevitably fucking up the simplest of fucking conversations no matter how rude the other party was being, and never on others to give me any grace or apologies for my literal fucking disability. It's really no wonder that I'm always worried that I'm going to say something wrong and unforgivable – according to ableism, I am. And the only way for me to move forward from that is to accept that I am only as much of an asshole as the people who put me in this position in the first place.

After her surgery, her wound became a severe infection, then turned into pus, and now it has reached the bone. Every minute of delay could cause permanent damage that cannot be reversed.

The donations are not just help — they are her only chance right now. They will go directly toward urgent tests, scans, and treatment needed to save her life.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep begging. For days, I have been posting, sharing, and asking for help, hoping that someone would hear my cry. My mother and father are elderly, their health is getting worse, and they urgently need their medication. We still need $477, and time is running out.😔

The Tumblr account I relied on to reach people was deleted, and it felt like another door closing in my face. I am exhausted, scared, and carrying a weight that feels impossible to bear. All I want is to get the medicine my parents need before their condition becomes even worse.💔

If only 19 people donate $25, we can reach the goal. We can do this together. Please don’t scroll away. What may seem like a small amount to you could mean everything to my family 😔💔

I have been pleading for days because I have no other choice. My parents spent their lives loving me, protecting me, and sacrificing for me. Now they need help, and I cannot bear the thought of losing them because I couldn’t afford their medication. Please, from the bottom of my heart, donate if you can and share our story if you cannot. Every minute matters, and every act of kindness brings us one step closer to saving my mother and father 🙏💔😔

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My wife is fighting for her life. Her blood level has dropped dangerously low, and she urgently needs blood units and medical care to survive.

She lost consciousness when she learned about our daughter Lama’s illness and everything she has been suffering through. Seeing her collapse in front of me broke my heart. I am terrified of losing my wife while I am already fighting to save my daughter.

I beg you as a desperate husband in Gaza, watching my family suffer and feeling helpless to protect them. My wife needs urgent treatment, blood units, and medical supplies before it is too late.

Please do not ignore us. Your donation can help provide the care she needs and give my family a chance to survive.

Please donate now through GoFundMe and share this message.

He was admitted to the hospital today, and his condition is critical. We are terrified and running out of time. We cannot afford the treatment and medication he needs every day. Without it, his life is in real danger. I’m begging you please, don’t ignore this. Help us in any way you can.

Even a small contribution or sharing this post could save his life.

Please… we truly need you right now. 🙏💔 :::

Hello my friend 👋

My name is Mohammed, I live in Gaza City and I am 19 years old. I have lived through the full horrors of war — hunger, displacement, fear, relentless bombings, destruction, and so many other painful experiences 🥹😭.I never created a donation link before, and I haven’t received any kind of help throughout this devastating war 🥲💔.

I was so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and I dreamed of starting a small shop to earn a living. But sadly, the war returned — even more violent and destructive than before 😭.Our area has now been declared a dangerous combat zone, and we lost our home — the only shelter we had 💔.

Worst of all, my father was seriously injured: he tragically lost one of his hands and an eye, and he is now completely unable to work or support our family 🥲😭.

Prices have skyrocketed, and we have no source of income. I’m launching this donation campaign now with a broken heart but a little hope 🥲.

Please, for the sake of humanity and for the sake of my family, consider making a donation to help us survive 🙏💔.

I just created the donation link, hoping that someone out there might lend a helping hand.

🚨 We urgently need €700 for treatment and medication.

🛑Move for her tears and screams that she does not realize because of her autism🥹🙏🏻

💔 It is heartbreaking to see all of this in such a small body—severe potassium deficiency and its complications, muscle weakness, possible kidney complications, neurological symptoms requiring sedatives, and painful skin ulcers.

Doctors informed us that the infection has gone beyond the skin and is now deepening, with a risk of reaching the bones.

💔 My child does not deserve this and cannot endure more.

🙏 Please have mercy on her. Your donation or sharing could ease her suffering and save her from further decline.🥹💔