Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend

Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I've been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I've known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don't fucking know man I just work here.

i still remember when the dude doing my autism assessment asked me how many friends I had, and I was like "okay but how are we defining friendship?" and he just like, stared at me for a second and then wrote down some notes

i saw a video of emergency vehicles rushing down an israeli highway to some location or another and I thought to myself, what a luxury it is to have wide and clear roads, working ambulances, running hospitals, vehicles to rescue people with and places to take them to where they will be guaranteed well-equipped care. what wealth, the asphalt laid on stolen land, operating rooms resting on foundations that displaced many thousands, surgical instruments funded by the exploitation of a captive population, surgeons deploying techniques developed from medical experimentation delivered by bullet and bomb. how fortunate, to have sirens that tell you to hide, shelters to hide in, and the reassurance that if you're hurt, help will come, with not a thought paid to the deprivations that made it all possible. what am I meant to feel but disgust?

honestly yall just gotta be comfortable reading books that make you feel stupid

does anyone know about the yearning & the wanting

girl this is the yearning and wanting website