It never ceases to amaze me that someone who has never asked a single question or spent time to get to know you, can make such deep assumptions about you. And i always sit in wonder when i see how much of it is true. Free of you and in me too. Thank you
@Kings1627796 This! Its the exhausting of being on the ready constantly, never letting guard down. Reexamining every interaction, watching for signs of conflict, seeing how my actions are or could be misunderstood, finally performing a simple daily dance to just feel safe, never being myself
This right here, the story of my life, whether meeting people or preparing for meetings, and finally its left me withdrawn, overdrawn and in fear of my own shadow. Living in a world where my "brokenness" needs fixing, my voice drowned out, my behaviours misunderstood ๐
Imagine preparing for a job interview with ADHD or AUTISM.
You script every answer.
Practice eye contact in the mirror.
Rehearse your facial expressions.
Memorize small talk.
Then you hear:
"You seemed nervous."
"Not quite a culture fit."
You spend hours performing "professional," then spend the next few days recovering from the exhaustion.
That's not an interview.
It's neurotypical theaterโand too many brilliant, capable people never get hired because the process rewards masking more than actual skills.
Its the slow loss of light, the slow loss of energy, the slow loss of drive, the want seeping away and the shell that remains, that is what depression feels like to me. The wake up and wonder - whats the point. Tuning the noise out and finding my feet is all i am capable of rn.
What happens when you die:
They divide up your shit.
They summarize your life in 500-1000 words.
People who knew you less say sorry to people who knew you more.
Everyone eats, drives home, and wakes up the next day and goes to work.
Whatever youโre worried about wonโt be in those 500 words.
You can dare greatly or not at all, but youโre gonna die either way.
Might as well squeeze every motherfucking drop out.
Funny how grief works. Even in the most stressful situation, wearing your sweater today gave me courage, kept me calm and despite the sad i was also joyful. Memories hit me differently today than yesterday and the warm against my skin gave me comfort instead.
Be kind.
Even if it goes unnoticed.
Or it is not appreciated.
It is the right thing to do.
And it makes your soul sing with pure ineffable joy.
Thereโs no better reason.
I think more autistic people REALLY need to be aware that allistics know exactly what they are doing when they push you into having a meltdown
They are doing it intentionally to make you look like the problem and reinforce a power structure where they get it and you lose it
my mom once told me "accountability will always feel like an attack when you are not ready to acknowledge how your behavior harms others" and that shit is real.
Be more disciplined, is just the 2026 version of just try harder for ADHD brains.
My brain isnโt lazy.
Itโs running 61 tabs,
8 backup plans, and still trying to find my keys while saying
โIโm fineโ with a straight face.
This system wasnโt built for us.
Weโre not broken for struggling in it.
If youโve ever been told to just focus, you already know โค๏ธ
One of the hardest habits for many CPTSD survivors to get out of is begging for or chasing love or safety-- not because we're immature or "needy," but we've been brainwashed to doubt our lovability & efficacy.
Look closer. See the trauma programming for what it is.