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ppl don’t understand adhd/autistic cleaning processes. we think so far ahead it’s like,,, impossible to do shit. you want me to vaccuum my bedroom floor? okay. we need to pick up all the stuff thats on it first, though. and where are we going to put the stuff? well, theres a couple categories of Stuff- Clothes, Random Items, and Trash. Trash is easy, we just throw it away. Clothes have to be sorted into Clean, Not Clean- and then the not clean ones have to go in the laundry bag, but theres so many so i might have to start a load now- ugh, distracted. lets go back to the clean clothes. well, these go in my drawer but- my drawer is really disorganized, so i’ll have to organize the clothes first so that theyll fit and look neat. by the time i’m done with that, i’ve spent an hour and a half trying to do stuff in my room. i finally turn to random items, most of which can find a home on my desk, but others i dont really know what to do with. plus, my desk is dirty. so i have to organize my desk, figure out where everything goes, and the stuff that doesn’t have a place can go in… a box, i guess. (not like i don’t have three other boxes full of random stuff in my closet)  so i put all the items back up but now i have this box full of stuff i dont know if i need so i have to go through it, sorting it into donate and dont donate piles. i might as well throw in some clothes to, so i dig through my clothes drawer and get the clothes i dont want, throw them in there too. okay, back to the random items- the ones i dont want to donate are still here, so i have to put them somewhere. i dont have anywhere to put them- maybe i should get a shelf? i start googling shelves, figuring out which ones would be best for my room, debating prices, learning about installation, and eventually im like ‘well, already on my computer’ and i decide im going to ‘check’ social media and end up lost in it for an hour or so. you walk back in, and theres stuff all over the floor, albeit in bags and boxes, and it still hasnt been vacuumed. its been five hours since i started. how does it take five hours to clean your room? it just does. 

i feel called out

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I also wanna heavily blame the wealthier people in the trans community who’ve pushed the absolute hell out of the ‘passing’ standards to the point where it’s so mainstream you get truscum with million follower youtube platforms who’ve been out for 2 years and get all their information from subreddits full of privileged assholes

literally the ONLY good addition to this post, thank you.

you ever look at an animal and just go "the way youre moving is way to human and that is Not Allowed, please C E A C E"

i don't remember posting this but im really vibing with it

This is very soul filling to read. Thank you

Gender is weird and confusing and I don’t really know what it means to “feel” male or female. I call myself cis because it’s convenient, but I don’t know if I really “feel” male in the positive sense of “I am male because my identity is male”. I don’t feel female, and I hesitate to call myself non-binary or agender because those feel like labels to use when you have a definite feeling one way or the other. To use op’s example, if you put my brain in an anatomically female or genderless body, I don’t know if I’d care, nor do I know if I’d still call myself male. For me, gender is this undefined concept that’s been arbitrarily given to me, not something I feel at a deep, fundamental level. I go along with it because it doesn’t matter to me either way, but it’s not something I value or assign any relevance to.

Mood. It’s hard to define an absence; a lack of positive confirmation

You gotta wonder how many people would even have a gender if gender was opt-in rather than opt out.