#glitterkyo

look my friend, the lgbt community doesnt have a revolving door policy. not just anyone can call themselves a part of the lgbt community if they have no business being there. 

you either need to not be cisgender and/or have a physical attraction to either the same or more genders in order to actually call yourself a part of the LGBT community. 

now if youre ace but still Trans and have a physical attraction to others, then you are in fact a part of the lgbt community. 

I need college experiences stories from recent or current autistic college students for my scared-of-college autistic daughter, please!

(please reblog to share, I need some visibility for this to work)

My (unofficially diagnosed) autistic daughter has been homeschooled for her entire life. She graduates this spring. She is terrified of the idea of going to college. Currently she refuses to even consider it. She tried out public high school once for one week and found it excessively stressful. She begged to come home and was miserable there. She's intelligent, but not always quick. She also tends to denigrate her own intelligence because it's not in the same form as other people's intelligence.

She has friends who are in college, neurotypicals, and they seem very stressed and busy. It scares her, I believe, because she views them as more intelligent and scholarly competent than she is. When we talk about her going to college she freaks out and is convinced she couldn't handle the coursework or constant studying, papers, and deadlines. She reacts to the idea of college like I would react to the idea of finding out someone secretly signed me up to coach middle school boys football, in another state, while living next door to a drummer, and it started tomorrow.

College was amazing for me. I was free. I made my own choices. The coursework was sometimes stressful, but usually only if I had procrastinated.

She says my experiences aren't useful information because that was 20 years ago. She believes college is more work and more difficult now. I admit, I have no idea.

That's where you come in (hopefully). I think she'd have a wonderful time, but maybe I'm wrong. I have at least convinced her to hear first-hand stories about autistic folk in college. How stressful and difficult they find it, how supportive their schools are, and whether they found it worth the debt and time. Is college what you hoped it would be?

Please send me your experiences! I want her to have more information about what things are really like today. She says she has never seen anyone be positive about going to college on Tumblr, and she values tumblrfolk advice very highly.

Warning if this bothers you: this post is pride and LGBTQIA-positive, but there will be prayer and discussion of religious ideas in this.

When I was in college (1990s), I began to realize I wasn't straight. I liked both girls and guys. I had kind of assumed I was straight most of my life up to then. It just wasn't something I questioned. Growing up, I didn't even know there was anything else to be.

I was scared to say anything to my dad (he had a horrible temper and rage outbursts that terrified me), so I spoke to my mom. I spoke nonspecifically and vaguely about gay and bi people. I talked around the topic and she said "You know, if you were gay,I don't think I could love you anymore."

I was super casual, left the room and cried my eyes out quietly in my room.

I had heard of it happening to other kids I knew. Their parents would cut them off, kick them out, or try to force them into a lifestyle that was a lie.

The truly horrifying truth underneath all these parents, and my own, was that their love was *conditional*. A love that only exists as long as the other person meets certain criteria is a lie. It is not love.

When I felt better, I was angry. I was angry at all those nonloving parents. I was sad for these kids. I felt helpless to change what was happening. I was and am a hopeful agnostic who sometimes goes to liberal Christian church. So I wrote a letter to God.

I expressed my sadness and anger over the things that were happening to LGBT youth. I had pretty much always wanted to be a mom when I grew up. I then asked that instead of sending those kids to parents who couldn't love them, to send them to me. That I would do my best to love them unconditionally. I prayed that God would give me LGBTQIA kids. I wanted to love them like all those bad parents couldn't.

I know it sounds odd, but I poured my tears and feelings into this letter. It helped me feel better.

Then I got older and mostly forgot about it. I married a fairly feminine guy and became a mom.

I remembered it a few years ago. When my two kids grew and came out to me, when my then-7 yr old begged to crossdress (as I saw it then) and be called Sophie, I realized my prayers had been answered. I was given the blessing of an opportunity to give love to those who might not have had it in other families.

I am genuinely thankful and full of hope that some of my kids are part of the LGBTQIA spectrum. I can actually say that having an Ace/Aro kid increases my belief in the possibility of a higher power. Having a pan/genderfluid kid makes me have hope for an eternity of love awaiting us all after death.

My kids being themselves makes me a happier and more hopeful person, and I love being their mom.

LINK

i don’t know if anyone gave you the link yet but here you go