It’s just my opinion, though. There’s really no need to go spreading it around.

bonus:

Because who the fuck is gonna argue with an army of polite older ladies?

Hey, Tumblr. We’re making a quilt. We want you to help.

We’ve partnered with the NYC Department of Health (@nychealth), ThriveNYC, the First Lady of New York Chirlane McCray (@flonyc), and Tumblr Creatrs (@creatrs) to build a digital Mental Health Quilt.

What’s this, then? Each patch on this wonderful thing will represent an individual’s relationship with mental illness. That’s where you come in. Whether you’ve battled it before, are going through it now, or are helping others in their struggle, we would love to see you contribute.

How do I submit a patch? It’s easy. Three New York City artists and four of our fantastic @creatrs made these templates for you to download if you want to color in a patch.

Want to submit something more original? Sure! Just a couple formatting things:

Try to keep the post captions under 100 characters.

Your work must be 600x600px at 72 DPI, in a JPG or GIF format.

It must be 100% your own. Totally and completely original.

Whichever method you choose, just submit here.

You’ll be helping out some pretty great charities, too. All you have to do is tag your post or submission with #The Trevor Project, #NAMI, or # The Steve Fund and we’ll donate $1 to the tagged charity, up to an aggregate total of $20,000 for all three organizations.

THIS IS THE WORST PUN AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER

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.