THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH IT’S SO HAPPY AND THERE ARE SO MANY BALLS TO CHOOSE FROM AND THEN IN THE END IT’S JUST SO OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS IT HAS TO LEAVE
i dont have to say it we’re all thinking the same thing
Have I already reblogged this? Don’t know don’t care.
things we are trying to do all the time:
- be safe
things we can’t help but do all the time:
- second-guess ourselves
- behave impulsively and reactively
- take everything personally
- have difficulty accepting compliments
- have difficulty reciprocating friendly gestures
- have difficulty finding the courage to respond
- have difficulty not being suspicious of others’ intentions
- make a huge deal out of the smallest thing
things you should keep in mind:
- we’re scared of everything
- pretty much all of the time
- it’s an actual disorder
- it manifests as impulsive behavior
- you can’t fix us with words
- telling us “worrying is silly” won’t make us stop worrying
- it’ll only make us feel silly
- and then we’ll worry even more
- “oh god, am i worrying too much? what if they call me silly again?”
- like that
- also, we wear a lot of armor
- cold, heavy, affection-proof armor with spikes
- we constructed this armor as children
- we’re fairly certain you will never be able to pry it apart
- but there is a nice person under there, we promise
things you can do for a friend with an anxiety disorder:
- stick around
- ask them if they’re comfortable in a place or situation
- be willing to change the place or situation if not
- activities that help them take their mind off of things are good!
- talk to them even when they might not talk back
- (they’re probably too afraid to say the wrong thing)
- try not to take their reactions (or lack thereof) personally
- (the way they expresses themself is distorted and bent because of their constant fear)
- (and they knows this)
- give them time to respond to you
- they will obsess over how they are being interpreted
- they will anticipate being judged
- it took me four hours just to type this much
- even though i sound casual
- that’s because i have an anxiety disorder
things you shouldn’t do:
- tell us not to worry
- tell us we’ll be fine
- mistake praise for comfort
- ask us if we are “getting help”
- force us to be social
- force us to do things that trigger us
- “face your fears” doesn’t always work
- because—remember—scared of everything
- in fact, it would be more accurate to say we are scared of the fear itself
emergency action procedure for panic attacks:
- be calm
- be patient
- don’t be condescending
- remind us that we’re not “crazy”
- sit with us
- ask us to tighten and relax our muscles one by one
- remind us that we are breathing
- engage us in a discussion (if we can talk, then we can breathe)
- if we are having trouble breathing, try getting us to exhale slowly
- or breathe through our nose
- or have us put our hands on our stomach to feel each breath
- ask us what needs to change in our environment in order for us to feel safe
- help us change it
- usually, just knowing that we have someone on our side willing to fight our scary monsters with us is enough to calm us down
if you have an anxiety disorder:
- it’s okay.
- even if you worry that it’s not okay.
- it’s still okay. it’s okay to be scared. it’s okay to be scared of being scared.
- you are not crazy. you are not a freak.
- i know there’s a person under all that armor.
- and i know you feel isolated because of it.
- i won’t make you take it off.
- but know that you are not alone.
holy shit there is a name for it
I identify as neither ace nor aro and I get this sometimes.
Oh my gosh there’s finally a word for “I don’t always feel it but when I do I don’t want it”!!!!
THIS FUCKING CHANGES EVERYTHING
Many of you described this to us. Apparently, there’s a word. Enjoy!
-Not a Can of Soup
"Ace Hardware: No screwing, just lots of screws."
"Ace Hardware: Nail your roof, not your partner."
"Ace Hardware: For when it really is just a hammer in your pocket"
One of my friends wanted to see a photomanip of the ace hardware logo in ace flag colors, and then I thought of these terrible puns, so here you go.
At first I wasn’t going to reblog this but then I saw it again and just started laughing
my two favorite things: asexuality, and puns
and those puns are literally the best
I NEED more asexual puns
those are indeed the best
"Ace Hardware: Lube for your motor, not your junk"
Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.
There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.
There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.
There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.
There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.
There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.
All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”
wtf how is this on my dashboard and how does it have 20,000 notes? tumblr what the hell?
it’s ‘cause you drop truth bombs so big nobody can ignore them.
As a disabled person who doesn’t have the cognitive ability to cook for myself regularly, and needs to buy a lot of pre-made “junk” food just to sort of get by, and often goes hungry anyway- this means a lot to me.
I buy gum regularly with my EBT card. I constantly wonder WTF the cashier is thinking of me. Not that it should matter at all, but I’m on a feeding tube. And I’m on meds that increase my appetite so much that I would swallow food if I didn’t chew gum. If I were to swallow food, it would sit in my paralyzed stomach for however long (days, etc.) until the food and the extra buildup of bile and stuff from the food, went back into my lungs and gave me pneumonia and potentially killed me. Gum also increases that risk, but it increases it much less, and prevents me from craving actual food. But I have no means of explaining this when I pull out my EBT card to buy large quantities of gum at the corner store, on a regular basis. So I’m sure they’re judging me. Even though the gum is just as necessary as food is.
i was going to make a post that said “Autistic mermaid who’s special interest is humans and obsesses over everything she can find out about them” but then i remembered
THIS IS WHY AUTISTIC HEADCANON
omg i actually really like this
Yes bless this.