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@estrangedthoughtsofme
There's only one real way to categorise disorders and it's when you google it and the first results fit into one or more of the following categories:
1. "Is your child-" "Does your child-" "How to cope with the burden of being a parent for-"
2. "How to get better: Step One: have a lot of money!" "How to get better: Step One: simply stop having it!"
3. "10 Ways To Spot Sickopaths With This Disorder So You Can Protect Yourself" "The Bad People Disease -by Dr. Eugene X."
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The feeling of never fitting in, and the urge for whatever entities who had stoved me away for some reason to come take me back, has never made more sense to me than after I realized I was autistic.
I still wish for the fairies to come take me back sometimes. I know conceptually that I’m human, but I never truly felt that way. I know some of the weird social concepts and norms but it Stil feels unnatural. Expect at this point unnatural feels natural because things have never felt comfortable and I’ve conditioned myself to think that it never will feel comfortable. So I should just get my shit together. Right? Because that what everybody does. I’m not special right. I’m just weird. That’s not abnormal. That’s not unnatural. Then tell me why most fictional races makes more sense to me. Tell me why I feel more seen by a story about an amphibian fish man makes me feel more seen than any piece of main stream media. I feel othered. I feel Alien. Some days I have to remind myself that I am human. Those are the days I barely function because the pressure of those days the thought of putting on a face and acting “human” feels like torture. I am human but people don’t act like I am I’m some weird creature that needs to be contained and cut down to fit the norm.
I know I am human but when people around me don’t treat me as such when I break some weird code I didn’t know of it’s hard to come to any other conclusion than that I am alien on a fundamental level.
Hear me out, friends: ~taverncore~
A place where the knights stop by, the royals sneak in, the rangers roam to, and the pirates dock.
A place where we’ll tell our stories to the bards so they may sing them when we’re gone.
A place where we raise our glasses to each other’s triumphs and mourn each other’s sorrows.
A place beyond the grasp of class or race.
[climbs inside a body bag and zips it up over myself] naptime
Sleep is just death being shy
I’m m not good enough
I asked myself why like I always do I tried to remain calm collected rational. But the truth is I’m not good enough. That’s it because in the crucial years of my education I was exposed to to much too quickly and I couldn’t keep up. After one crisis there’s always the next. I never learned because I never had the Time to. An worst of all it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault my sister had a diagnosis that shifted so many times that I gave up keeping up. It’s not my fault that my mom and dad fraught everyday ending in a divorce at age 13 and that I was told the day after Christmas. It’s not my fault that it all lined up perfectly with me becoming a teenager and my sister getting worse. Creating to many changes at once. Resulting i a psychological meltdown. It’s not my fault that the mother I thought I could trust turned out to be a narcissist. It’s not my fault that living with her caused me to take one some of her traits resulting in my head space being a jumbled mess. Non of that is my fault yet I live as a product of my environment trying to fight against it every day because God knows it wrong to live like that. Because I’m not good enough to finish a prober project anymore because I can’t focus on writing because of chronic distress and overthinking. Because I couldn’t get out of bed some mornings to go to school to learn. And I’m not good enough for you. You can do all of that and more you have a normal family with a mother looking out for you not because she’s afraid of how being a good mother will reflect on her but because she cares. Because your siblings weren’t mentally ill, because you were nurtured probably you could flourish into something amazing Because you didn’t have to fight yourself every step of the way. I look at you mesmerized and jealous because I’m not good enough. i feel I’ll never be good enough for you or anyone else. Even for society as a hole. I’ll just be another number in a sad statistic about the state of the world. my story is just another excuse in someone’s book but I’m trying to explain why I’m not good enough why it’s hard to be good enough. How I wish to be good enough, to be useful, to be productive more days than not. And why I’m not enough
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