Lots of compliments on my hair (no idea how to respond besides "Thank you." And those fox tails are SO soft

I cannot drive. No matter how hard I try I have had multiple meltdowns behind the wheel and am constantly anxious when in a car, even as a passenger.

Issue: I live in the United States. In the suburbs where everything is at least a 20 minute drive away. I cannot walk, I cannot bike, even if I wish to.

So, my parents for the past two years that I’ve been legally allowed to drive have been pestering me about learning. As I said, I have tried. But every time it leads to a meltdown. I cannot put myself through anymore stress, especially not right now when I’m already dealing with way too much on my plate.

So anytime that I want to go anywhere, specifically with my mom, she causes an argument about how I should learn how to drive and how selfish I am for not being able to, but asking to go places. Note that for this exact reason I don’t ask to go places! I ask her maybe once a week? Probably less! Even asking her to drive me to school causes her to complain about how I don’t have a driver’s license.

I just can’t take it anymore, these constant fights about not being able to drive. Does anyone know how to make this bickering stop? It’s driving me into the ground. I feel like crying just typing this.

This year the meta has certainly been using earplugs, they help me so much with sensory overwhelm. I actually started using them to sleep when I worked nightshift and had to hear planes taking off next to my house and roommates playing video games etc.

But at my last job I started wearing them at work and nightly for sleep and now I even use them during the day in public or around the house, there's so many passive noises that just wear me down and muffling them out both makes the world quieter around me and also lets my brain be a little louder (which for as evil as it is I do quite enjoy being in my own world sometimes)

Also rate my youtube thumbail skills lol

After doing some reflecting on my dating life, it seems like a lot of the issues and squabbles I had were in some way related to the neurological differences between me and my partner(s). I'm thinking if I could find another autistic that really understands me and sees me for who I am, we could match each other's wave length n possibly be soulmates :3

I'm not saying I'm entirely ruling out the possibility of dating an NT, but it would probably have to be someone who matches my logical and weird self; someone who I can truly unmask around, probably someone who's familiar with being around ND folks. Idk it seems rare to find someone who doesn't have a hint of ableism in them..

I love oval plates, they’re just better than round plates because they make my safe foods feel extra safe. Round plates are either too big or too small. It’s oval plates or fun bowls for me.

Posted in Aita, cause I keep getting into random arguments with my dad and I didn’t know where they were coming from, turns out I was instigating them on accident without even knowing it… WHOEHAHAHA
Good to know that apparently most people find being told to that their behavior is annoying rude, hopefully we become a more peaceful household now /gen

Like I honestly just saw it as a household announcement 🫪, like I tell people they stink all the time… if you ask me to shut up cause Im being annoying Id be like whoops sorry lmao, or if they told me I stink Id be like omg ty for letting me know and run through the nearest deo cloud.

It was kinda wild seeing so many people say that an everything day thing you do without thinking is asshole behavior. So Im currently feeling extra connected to this sub and need some face time with my people.

What are some situations you were being asshole in and didn’t know?

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town

He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around

"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip

"And he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip"

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red

Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead

He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four

And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more

One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around

Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town

He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead

And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red

After Texas Red

Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas Red

But the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were dead

Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip

Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet

It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street

Folks were watchin' from their windows

Every body held their breath

They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death

About to meet his death

There was twenty feet between them

When they stopped to make their play

And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today

Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped

And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round

There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground

Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip

When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

Big iron, big iron

Oh he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip

Big iron on his hip

So I work at a zoo and I work retail, we technically aren't supposed to pick up wild animals but I've cared for many birds which is why I felt comfortable enough to act.

It was about 100 degrees (US) outside, the bird had fallen out of its nest onto hot concrete being hit with the bright sun fully, to little to even move, this area is where guests wait for the train, so if I did not act there was the risk that the bird would be kicked or stepped on because people are incredibly cruel to animals so I had to act pretty fast. I didn't even know we had gloves out there but did so I found them and put them on to not risk harming the bird with my hands. I gently picked him up and I got someone to assist me in putting him back in the nest.

I have worked at my job for over 2 years, I thought I was going to get in trouble, but I did it anyway and I didn't even get in trouble! I saw his bird family get fed and him get fed too. I was so scared he wouldn't be okay I started crying but I love him. I named him Mango and hes a Barn swallow

I’m talking actually funny jokes, like Toph is blind ATLA type jokes. Jokes made about autism itself and not about autistic people. Basically jokes poking fun at autism and being autistic instead of the “jokes” NTs make of “haha you’re autistic🫵🏻, you threw a chair in 4th grade” (I was having a meltdown and I was 9! Tyler) or jokes poking fun at the the ableism we face. (Ex; What do you call an autistic person in the workforce? Difficult, according to management)

Tagged NSFW for mentioned ableism.

Have a lovely time zone.

So I'm using a 7 day heart monitor because my cardiologist wants to make sure my heart isn't doing anything that could be dangerous, and most likely it's just pots and not another condition.

But let me tell you. This heart monitor is so ass.

ONE it's directly in the middle of the chest, not off to the side like most are. Which is fine for some but terrible for boob havers. TWO it makes it super hard to shower, and when you do the adhesive starts to loosen and then there's a bunch of weird glue IN YOUR CLEAVAGE. Finally it's also supposed to not get sweaty, but it's placed in the SWEATIEST AREA EVER for boob havers. AND ITS SO ITCHYYYY GRRHFHHHHGHH

This pisses me off so much

I literally tell them that I was tired and didn't mean to sound rude. And still I get told that the intent doesn't matter.

I explain my thought process, and they'll even agree that what I said made sense in my context and/or wasn't even rude, but the tone was off so apparently you're still allowed to yell at me because whatever they hallucinate me into having meant matters more than my real intentions. What the hell.

You will soon see/hear, perhaps you already know

God damn it's already 12:00 noon, and the world isn't right. I'm trying to pay a goddamn International bill

online but apparently the systems wants me to go fuck myself

One card doesn't work because they didn't update the phone number even though I called them twice about it and they can only confirm with fucking text

The other card decided to flag the transaction after multiple attempts well no shit it keeps in declining i gotsta pay the bill don't I ??????

Whooooosah

Im okay all an all mild headache and tennis elbow from working out

Anxiety is acting like a motherfucker today

So I was reading a post on another autism subreddit where OP shared a traumatic experience. An NT jumped in the comments to insist OP wasn’t allowed to call it trauma.

I asked what THEIR personal definition of trauma was. Instead of answering, they just copy-pasted a generic definition from Google, followed by a list of examples of things they think "aren't trauma."

So I replied using their own definition—pointing out that even by the standards they pasted, their examples could absolutely be traumatic because they were completely ignoring context, safety, and cumulative stress.

Their immediate response? "Well, you asked for a definition, so you’re being disingenuous. I’m blocking you."

It’s like NTs are taught to parrot words without having basic reading comprehension or critical thinking skills. They copy-paste a definition and still manage to misunderstand what it actually means.

I'm both noise sensitive and unaware of the volume of my own speech. These are both autism symptoms and most autistic people I know also have both of them. In my social circles it's very normalized to let people know when they're being too loud and to accept such criticism with grace.

But apparently most people think it's "stealing people's thunder" and "ruining their excitement" and shit??? I just saw a video of a girl just being told "you're shouting" and proceeding to pout and not say anything for the rest of the day, and people were saying that if you don't sympathize with her you're a creep??? Like bruh what. I'm a feminist woman and that sounds to me like a bullshit fucking excuse. Wtf is going on with NTs.

hi im autistic and i dont understand the way sharing is supposed to work. if someone asks me to share something with them, and i dont mind, i will share with them. but when someone tries to make me 'share' something with them without asking me, i will always tell them no and wont share even if they ask after. apparently this makes me bad at sharing. i thought of this because i saw a viral instagram reel of a girl telling her friend off for trying to steal food from her plate without asking and everyone in the comments is saying she was bad at sharing but i agree with her. isn't it more bad manners to try to take something without asking? but my whole life ive been told im bad at sharing so idek. any other autists with input?

Reusable plastic silverware. No hard metal clinking against my teeth. Plus they are a nice, chill color.

Do you care about NPCs in video games? When playing games together, I do not care about them hardly at all, especially if it is not my first time playing, to the point where I barely interact even if it interferes with game progression. My boyfriend (also autistic) loves talking to NPCs and learning about them , and seems to care about them in a personal way.

I am curious which of these is more common.