Open Sorcery

Tag: Actually Autistic

  • Newsflash, abled, allegedly neurotypical fuckshits,

    Tylenol doesn’t cause autism.
    Nor do vaccines.
    Neurodivergent people having hot, wild sex does, and GUESS WHAT, fucknugget, if you have an autistic kid, you or someone in your family is probably autistic and you’re projecting your fear and shame and eugenicist bullshit onto them. Your kid doesn’t deserve that.
    Pregnant people deserve comfort and choices.
    Bodies shouldn’t be political battlegrounds. Period.

    Do y’all really hate disabled people so fucking much that you’d rather your kid suffer from easily preventable disease and risk becoming – guess what – disabled than have them be autistic because you heard about a study that’s long since been proven false?

    If you do, you probably shouldn’t be a parent at all, because you’re exactly the sort of slimy motherfucker who will end up being your kid’s first bully if they end up being any sort of different from the perfect little reflection of you you have in mind. From the bottom of my heart and with the entire force of my crippled, neurodivergent ass, fuck you.

    Sincerely,

    -Lazarus

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  • I made this last night.

    It’s based off of my poem “the light spinner”.

    “the light spinner” is available in full here.

    -Allēna

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  • This prompt is interesting.

    Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

    In person socializing, mostly, unless you’re one of about five people on a very good day.

    Alongside that, we seem to be slowly losing the ability to speak aloud due to burnout and fatigue. It’s just… Not something we want to do much anymore. We would rather do shit than talk about it. Idk.

    -Lazarus

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  • Valentine’s Day Thoughts

    In all honesty, I never really think about that holiday??

    My sweet Danish partner reminded me it existed today and I told him that due to my time blindness I’m likely to find myself in a situation out of a sitcom where someone who has a crush on me invites me over or something, I have no fucking clue what day it is, everyone else gets extremely upset with me, and I just end up rolling with it and they confess their love for me with flowers and chocolate and I’m like “I’m so sorry… what year is it again” 😭

    I’ve forgotten my own birthday before. I’m not fucking kidding. I tend to forget Valentine’s Day exists especially hard because I wasn’t exactly…. Desirable until well into adulthood, and even now it’s still a mindfuck to me that people want to date me at all? So wheee. AuDHD is a helluva thing.

    -Allēna

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  • HE’S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 🤣🤣🤣

    One of my crushes sent me this and it basically hit me in the damn soul and I started crying laughing and had to share it here.

    If I don’t know you or trust you, I would rather do ANYTHING ELSE than acknowledge that you’ve just flirted with me, but believe me, I know, and believe me, I’m Fucking Panicking. Often for YEARS. OOOPS 🤣

    I do really like this guy, though…

    -Lazarus

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  • The Art of Bitching

    Well, this is an interesting prompt.

    What do you complain about the most?

    I tend to complain a lot about anything that’s difficult or exhausting for me while in the process of doing it. It helps me bypass my executive dysfunction and my deeply rooted perfectionism, which often makes it damn near physically painful to get out of my blanket lump, so cussing about having to do the task makes the task doable.

    It’s one of the joys I have discovered in adulthood, as when I was a child and teen, I was often made to do things without showing a hint of displeasure. My parents insisted that I did everything they wanted “with a cheerful heart”. So I often did, but gave them hell the rest of the time and would find ways to maliciously comply with that rule while doing the task. They learned pretty early that the only way to get me to do anything that I didn’t really give a shit about well was to pay me a king’s ransom 🤣. But now that I am away from them and better for it, I bitch about damn near everything that I have to do that doesn’t involve being cocooned in a blanket lump while in the process of getting shit done.

    I don’t mind being productive, for the record. I actually quite enjoy it. It just hurts a lot of the time. Bitching about the task at hand gets me to start the process of being productive, and I highly recommend it.

    How do y’all get shit done?

    -Allēna

  • Dear Internet Diary,

    I need a shower but my damn brain is not letting me do it. Instead, it is insisting that I do every damn thing else and taking me on infinite side quests.

    Help.

    Sincerely,

    -Lazarus

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  • Can you contact me in a timely manner? Sources say no.

    The above post is silly but 100% accurate. I’m known for forgetting apps exist, and audible notifications literally jumpscare me.

    Your best hope to reach me in a timely manner is to astral project into my dreams. 🤣

    My partners can confirm that.

    -Allēna

  • Object impermanence for the win…

    Reblog via mcc

    There was something I was going to post

    Mood. I do this constantly. 

    -Allēna 

  • And the rabbit hole deepens…

    Because I have discovered Bridgy Fed and through it, the IndieWeb. Jesus, this takes me back down memory lane to when Castor was blogging to approximately 2004ish. I kinda love it??

    AuDHD brain and hypercategorization for the win.

    I love breaking out of walled gardens.

    -Allēna