lil•uh•rith

I made a post way back to take a hiatus and get my life together. It did not work. However, I’m still trying to.

I won’t be very active, won’t be good with replies, absolutely will not be consistent. But I’m here, and I’m queer, and I’m ready to continue the Sisyphean ordeal of existence.

If you’re reading this (and you aren’t a nazi or some other horrible individual)—do you feel that? That’s me giving you a hug through the astral plane.

Not gonna be ceremonious about it this time. I’m just a leetle squirrel struggling up a hill, and I have hope. I’m here but also not. just. yeah. I’m Schrödinger’s cat.

Sorry in advance for being insane. But also not. Just sorry if I come off as unintentionally rude.

It’s Samhain! The IOP ended a little while ago and was a success. I’m still not fully recovered, but it was an excellent roadmap, and my therapist (yes, the one I fell in love with for a little bit) was a surprisingly great fit for me.

Now I know a few things about myself, after an autism diagnosis as well as this: I’m way more neurodivergent than I thought, I’m a giant process addict who needs Help with a capital H, and there are in fact accommodations for people like me.

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Kamera

“And we loved it, we were all having a great time, but then he saw my sister and I, and he just got this - this look in his eyes, and then-”

She hesitated, worrying the coarse material between her fingers. “Things got pretty bad after that,” she muttered. “I know it’s silly, but I try to keep - her - comfortable. We don’t know if she can still hear us, or see us, or if she’s even still in here, but I like to think she is. I talk to her when I can, I leave music on when I’m out of the house. I tried to convince my parents to bring her with us when we went to Disneyland, but they didn’t - didn’t really take that well.”