I don’t know what we did to deserve Mr. Rogers but I’m so glad we had him. 

my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy. 

She just wanted you to clean the house

Why are you calling me out like this what did I ever do to you

No, no, call me out. I didn't know I was autistic until I was 25 years old. It's posts like these that help me notice what is and isn't a thing with me.

Reminded of this excerpt from Getting Through the Day: Strategies for Adults Hurt as Children by Nancy J. Napier: “It also helps to remember that healing occurs in a spiral. We swing around again and again to the same old issues, but at different turns of the spiral. Each time we confront a similar feeling or reaction we have yet another opportunity to learn and to heal. Each time, we bring with us whatever new understanding we have gained since the last time we cycled through this particular difficulty.”

capitalism is like. resting is a waste of time. eating is a waste of time. sleeping is a waste of time. playing is a waste of time. living is a waste of time. you must prove your worth to live here and everything else is a waste. and we’re taught not to question it. 

i will eat my meals and take my naps and sit on benches and i will stop to do nothing and i will cherish those moments.