Me, culturally Protestant, walking into a Catholic church filled balls to the walls with paintings sculptures candles and god knows what else: why’s there so much stuff
Me, Catholic, walking into a Protestant church with no depictions of Mary: where’s my mom
Me, vampire, walking into any denominational holy place: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Me, a janitor, sweeping up the vampires ashes: where the fUCk did all this dirt come from
it’s like. I used to think my autism didn’t really include the need for routine but what I’ve found is that when it’s a Planned divergence in routine that’s fine (going on trips etc) and when I can Choose to divert my routine bc I know I can handle it that’s also fine (like deciding to go out for drinks or deciding to go to a movie or deciding to change dinner plans). but when Other People or Circumstances change my routine without prior warning that’s when my brain goes absolutely fucking insane.
and I feel like that’s not talked about enough bc I’ve always seen “needs routine” represented as someone who is unwilling to divert from their routine when like. no it’s absolutely fine just as long as I’m the one deciding when and how to divert it or I’ve been given plenty of advance warning that it’ll be changing.
A cat may go in a box of its own accord but it does not want to be put in a box
One thing I urge adults to unlearn is the stigma surrounding forgetfulness.
Perfect memory retention is rare. A faulty memory can be the result a host of mental illnesses, from ADHD to PTSD. It’s not a sign that someone wasn’t listening. I have a friend that has a four year gap in her memory due to trauma. I have another with poor short term memory retention because that’s one of their autism symptoms.
Your brain can also trick you into misremembering things. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve remembered putting my keys somewhere and unearthed them in a completely different place. I have to remind myself what my birth date is because I said it wrong once and now the wrong date is in my memory forever. I have to come up with mnemonics for birthdays, anniversaries, and events because my brain doesn’t do numbers for some reason.
I see people bicker about forgetting a person’s favorite food or what their mothers favorite color. I think it’s important to forgive people who forget easily.
“i let my friends/partner go through my phone” people baffle me like i don’t even have anything worth hiding on mine and id still turn it into shrapnel before i let anyone browse through it. id prefer it be a fine metallic mist than let anyone see the recipe tabs i have open. it’s my right and my right alone to know what strange games i downloaded from janky yet intriguing ads
