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hi! the name's dummy!

this is just a blog for me to be weird n shit, ykyk

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ADJGDHJHHDJ YESSSSSSS I LOVE KURT KUNKLE. MY BOY

i'm so fucking sick of my brother getting literally every single fucking excuse ever. my brother is three years younger than me, and he's diagnosed as autistic and nonverbal, which means in every single sense of the phrase, he's babied. for quite literally no reason.

i understand caring about your son. i understand wanting to do everything in your power to make sure he's okay. but excusing every single fucking thing he does to your other child??? what the FUCK.

the reason i'm writing this is because i was in the car with him today, and he was sitting behind me, and he kept on touching my shoulder (for reference, i'm wearing a black spaghetti string tanktop with a white sports bra underneath). so, naturally, because it was making me uncomfortable, i told him to stop. and he didn't. because he's been conditioned to think that he can do whatever he wants. and when i eventually snapped at him and told him that he needed to stop, my mom got mad at ME. because "he doesn't know what he's doing!" and "it's hard to make him stop!" and "he's just touching your shoulder, just deal with it!"

this has been a VERY COMMON recurring thing. every time i wear something that shows even a little bit of skin, he always has to touch it. shirt, shorts, tanktop, skirt, whatever, he HAS to touch my skin and it makes me REALLY uncomfortable and gross because I'VE FUCKING BEEN IN A SITUATION WHERE MULTIPLE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TOUCHING ME INAPPROPRIATELY, AND I'M NOT COMFORTABLE BEING TOUCHED LIKE THAT. but it's fucking MORE than that, because everytime he knows i'm changing or taking a shower, he INEVITABLY WALKS IN.

i'm so fucking sick of having to just suck up being sexualized by my own fucking brother, because why should HE be able to just fucking touch and look at me JUST because he's autistic??? i'm fucking DONE with this shit. GENUINELY GET ME OUT OF HERE.

but i also can't leave, because mom needs help with him! and my grommy's going through chemo currently, so i'd feel horrible moving out anyways, because she DEFINITELY needs my help. so i'm fucking stuck here until she's healthy (let me be clear, i'm not mad at her at ALL) and he's old enough so that we can put him in one of those special needs villages or something, because he's genuinely dangerous sometimes. but that's something for another rant.