And Not A Single Fuck Was Given

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Allow me to introduce myself. I'm an autistic male. I like computer games.
!!WARNING!!
I am also offensive. I don't mean normal offensive. I mean the kind of offensive that will leave the weak and simple whimpering in the corner. Now am i always an asshole? No. Often I stay up very late comforting those about to commit suicide. Not like I want a fucking cookie for it. I do it because I think killing oneself is a waste of brain that could be used to cure shit or build useful shit. If you find that you can't handle me, find me offensive, don't like what I have to say or feel, then by all means piss off. Otherwise I welcome you into my arms and if you can laugh at the occasional dead baby joke or conspiracy theory then you and I will be great friends.

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May212013

autisticeagle:

[Caption - Will touch other people and their clothing compulsively / Hates being touched]
Actually, I personally don’t mind touch in general. It’s only strangers touching me, or when it’s a sudden touch, that I actually mind. In general I actually require touch, since I’m hypotactile and need lots of textures to stop myself melting down. This often results in hugs. LOTS of hugs. All the time. It makes people uncomfortable. And I need hard pressure, so I have a lot of blankets on my bed, and I wear heavy clothing with semi-rough textures (not enough to chafe but not too little so that I can’t feel it).
— Sam
(Wow, I’m flip-flopping between Sam and Abby today like no-body’s business)

[Caption - Will touch other people and their clothing compulsively / Hates being touched]

Actually, I personally don’t mind touch in general. It’s only strangers touching me, or when it’s a sudden touch, that I actually mind. In general I actually require touch, since I’m hypotactile and need lots of textures to stop myself melting down. This often results in hugs. LOTS of hugs. All the time. It makes people uncomfortable. And I need hard pressure, so I have a lot of blankets on my bed, and I wear heavy clothing with semi-rough textures (not enough to chafe but not too little so that I can’t feel it).

— Sam

(Wow, I’m flip-flopping between Sam and Abby today like no-body’s business)

May192013

storyonthesideplease:

“If I Say (Truths from the Quiet Kid in the Back)”

If I say, “Please be quiet,” It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hear what you have to say.

It just means that I need it to be quiet right now.

If I say, “Please don’t touch me,” it doesn’t mean that I’m rejecting your affection.

It just means that I need you not to touch me right now.

If I say, “Please go away,” it doesn’t mean that I hate you.

It just means that I need to be alone right now.

Sometimes I can’t say the words I really want to say. And I’m sorry for that.

But no matter what I say, I’m not trying to make you feel bad.

I’m just trying to make myself feel better.

I found this poem when I was looking through my old writings; it was written when I was nine or ten (not to shabby for a kid, eh?). I realise that it’s very childish and straight-forward, but I think it works better in this state. So I cleaned up any grammatical mistakes, added some doodles and decided to post it here. The dinosaur hat chibi is me; the other three are my sisters.

10PM

aspergirlkit:

EXACTLY!!! There is no in-between…

10PM

barkingmad98:

lolyoureabitch:

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LIFE CHOICES I STILL COUNT USING MY FINGERS

AND I SING THE WHOLE ALPHABET TO SEE WHAT LETTER COMES NEXT

I STILL HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE TO REMIND MYSELF OF LEFT AND RIGHT

I STILL HAVE TO THINK OF AN ALLIGATOR EATING THE BIGGER NUMBER TO USE THE < AND > SYMBOLS.

I STILL RUN CLUMSILY UP THE STAIRS ON MY HANDS AND FEET LIKE A FREAKIN LEEMUR CHEETAH HYBRID

(Source: yilk, via vyxxen)

10PM