water and whatever else

i hate making these posts even as they’re literally my only recourse for extra help but as the second house sale stalls i feel like i need to just update the last post with what’s happened over the past three months:

- the first house sale stalled for 8 months until the buyer dropped out (i had to pay £550 to £630 every single month in bills that’ve raised in the intervening year that i shouldn’t have to be paying the entire time) - the second house sale is also stalling but for a shorter (?) amount of time, for whatever mercy that is. i still have to pay the boosted bills as best i can for however long we wait, which so far has been 3 months and is looking to be at least another three - i have basically had to scrimp, save, beg, and earn about £6050 over the past 11 months that has immediately gone onto bills and this is still with me being owed my £2000 back from my family that i’m yet to be paid back even though i am in desperate need of my own finances back - my savings are just decimated lmao, i’m doing everything i can to retain about £550 in my account at the end of the month just so i can shell out for the raised storage & council tax

incidental things are: - my phone’s battery died and i couldn’t afford repairs so i had to buy a kit and source a battery myself to fix it which was about £60 (but that’s cheaper than taking it to apple repair so lmao) - i’m still having to do all this while attempting to save for our eventual move, whenever that is. i’ve sort of…had to make my peace with the fact that i will almost certainly not be able to save enough and will have to just…cross that bridge when we come to it bc i literally cannot spin that plate among everything else - it’s like 35C and i probably will have to shell out £20 for an air cooler so that’s a fun expense

Happy 15th Anniversary to Treasure Planet.

girl’s friend: “wow.. thats so creepy…”

I’ve noticed a bunch of TERFs have been interacting with my post, so from me to you

FUCK OFF

and lots of people think this very likely,

“Oh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and they’ve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldn’t know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.”

The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who “suddenly” acts “strange and fey” is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.

To this day, “autism warrior mommies” talk about autism “stealing” their “sweet normal child” and have this idea of “getting their real baby back” which (in the face of modern science)  indicates how the human psyche actually does deal with finding out their kid acts unlike what they expected.

But here’s the thing: life is louder, brighter and more intense and confusing than it has ever been. I live on the edge of London and I rarely go into the centre of town because it’s too overwhelming. If I went back in time and lived on a farm somewhere, would anyone even notice there was anything odd about me? No police sirens, no crowded streets that go on for miles and miles, no flickery electric lights. Working on a farm has a clear routine. I’d be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.