#((nd stuff))

i'm not "just like the rest of your family and need to rest and recharge more than others," i'm disabled. my autistic traits aren't quirky things that run in the family and make us unique, i'm disabled. i'm not easily exhausted and struggle with exercise due to asthma and joint pain and unstable joints just like the rest of the family, i'm disabled. i'm not a special smart child who has been blessed by god to save others and that process of saving others means i HAVE to suffer, i'm disabled. my suffering isn't noble or admirable or necessary to succeed, i'm just suffering. i wasn't put on earth to uplift others, i was born with differences that make my life harder. i'm not selfish or lazy or ego-driven, i'm disabled and trying to take care of myself.

when i struggle, i'm not doing anything wrong. when i rest, i'm not doing anything wrong. when i ask for help, i'm not doing anything wrong. when i cry, i'm not doing anything wrong. when i draw back, i'm not doing anything wrong.

i did nothing wrong and yet i was given guilt the size of the world to hold on my frail shoulders since i was a child.

"Meep moop"

"...meep moop"

":D"

I literally read this book 3 times a week, it makes me need to draw. I LOVE ND STEVENSONS

There is something utterly delightful about finishing a project in such a way as to make it look unfinished. I’ve had the stitching on the piece done for a few months but hadn’t decided how I wanted to display it, so it’s just been sitting (lol).

Finally decided yesterday to go this route and frame it in the hoop “as is”, and added a round of blanket stitch around the edges of the fabric to finish it, and every time I have look at it since it has made me laugh, so I consider that a success!