I think this is something really, really important. It can be hard to feel like you're "not disabled anough". Being "high-functioning", not ticking all the boxes, not being the textbook definition, not being "neurodivergent anough".
As a "high-functioning" autistic, I constantly feel like I'm not autistic anough. Like I act too "normal". But then I feel so guilty, because I should feel so lucky and grateful that I don't struggle as much as others. I feel so selfish for wanting people to recognise that I struggle too.
Just know you are valid. It doesn't matter if your diagnosis is official or not. It doesnt matter if you're labeled as "high-functioning" or "low-functioning". It doesn't matter, because you are valid.
(not just talking about autism btw. This goes for all neurodivergents <3333)
fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents
the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.
the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations
the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily
the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.
you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.
feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten 💙
since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it
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Recovery date: December 19th, 2023
Description: The participants are left to ponder double life as they return to their regular lives.
Notes: N/a
Word count: 677
Tilly death do us part.
Pearl grinned as she tied up another bin chicken in her store. She was convinced Ren was stealing them for eggs, though she didn’t know why. Maybe it was some friendly competition from Gem or Impulse, her neighbors in both business and housing, and she’d find them hanging around her base later
Tilly, he’d made a pun. At the time, she’d been too caught up in panic to catch it but she’d had plenty of time to rethink. Laying in bed at night, restocking, gathering materials, building, Scott’s goodbye wouldn’t leave her head.
Death did them no part.
History does not take kindly to lovers.
Jimmy sits in his explosives shop, hat tilted over his eyes and leaning back in the crates of tnt. It’s much hotter here, and brighter. The terracotta reflects the sun back into his eyes and the heat sticks to the ground, maybe a trip to a more temperate climate was in order.
He’s got a box in his lap, closed and locked. Grian had given him an incredulous look when he’d asked for a clipping of his red string, he’s sentimental like that. It’s tied around a poppy and a spyglass, tucked against the side of the box filled with trinkets and pictures.
They weren’t really lovers, he smiles, but they were close enough for the universe.
It takes two to tango.
Impulse swings his pickaxe down into the stone, breaking out more room for his base. It’s not quiet, he can hear the river outfront and his neighbors arguing. His mind drifted back to being poolside with Bdubs and planning how to break up the other couples.
They’d pulled them apart, planted seeds of doubt, and it would’ve worked if they hadn't underestimated the trust of the other duos. They’d tripped up Scar and gotten cocky, they’d been the ones who tripped over Cleo and Etho.
It takes two to tango, and theirs was the smoothest.
Red at night, sailor’s delight. Red in the morning, sailor’s warning.
Etho is watching the sun rise over the server when Joe makes the comment as everyone enters the tcg arena. Beef wonders if they should move inside incase it rains, Etho finds himself admiring the way the sun sets the world aflame.
He’d done that once, side by side with Joel. The world never stood a chance as they took vengeance for the relation-ship. It was almost ironic how they’d found their end in burning lava. As it starts to rain, he chuckles to himself.
They’d delighted in the red flames burning down the server, but there’d been no rain to save them.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
Cleo’s balance wavers as they build up their city, and they panic. They throw their weight backwards, falling against the wall and feeling the wind rush out of their rotten lungs. There’s a sharp pain as they collide with the stone, and suddenly they’re back on the diving board.
Martyn had caused them so much pain, and in turn they’d taken so much from him. He’d been their greatest weakness, and they’d let him roam free. They’d angered the witch because he left them.
They made the mistake of letting their enemy walk away, when they really should have kept him close.
History repeats itself.
Scar is paving out more of Scarland’s road when his tower Warden lets out a roar, making him jump. It rings out through his head, merging with that endless echo, and he has to take a second to re-compose himself. Grian comes up to him as he sits on the edge of the flower bed in the roundabout and takes a seat.
Jelly wanders across the road, and suddenly they’re back in the panda sanctuary. They’re bound together once more by Scar’s recklessness. Scar is following his every whim and fancy as Grian desperately tries to keep them alive. In the end, they always find their way back to each other.
They will always find each other, and it will always be their undoing.
hermits vs kids irl, my favourite stories:
the time Joe and his kid were at a shared pool somewhere and another kid was talking so loudly about how cool Iskall is
the time Cleo was teaching in primary school and got asked 'have you ever heard of mumbo jumbo, miss' and then having to act like they haven't known him since he was 17
the time etho was out with a friend and the friend's kid went 'omg that's etho' to their dad, and the dad came back like 'why does my kid know you?'
the time that Cleo left their job to be a YouTuber and their whole class was desperately trying to figure out who she was
Joe's kid going from 'minecraft sucks' to my friends are grian stans so I am too, dad explain grian to me (dad can we get hermitcraft (grian), no we have hermitcraft at home (Joe Hills))
Impulse's whole extended family being made to watch his new hermitcraft rap as Christmas entertainment by his mum
every take my kid to work hermitcraft video. from stress' kid dissing her season six castle, to Joe's kid getting multiple hermitcraft episodes dedicated to how much he loves her, keralis' ongoing joke about making his kids do all his grindy work, doccy chirping in the background of videos, and on and on and on
Hehehe Hideduo oneshot snippet:
Pac laughed next to him, and just this once, Fit let himself stare.
He was perfect.
This was perfect.
Part of him wanted to stay in this moment forever – just him, and Pac…
Oh fuck, he is so fucked.
He just couldn’t help but feel star-struck by Pac. He was… well, Fit may be just a little in love with him. But who wouldn’t be? Pac was amazing. He was kind, and funny, and-
Okay, maybe he wasn’t just a little in love. It was more like a lot.
He couldn’t help it. Not with the way that Pac stole his breath away any time he was nearby, just like right now.
Maybe it was inevitable that Fit would fall for Pac. Predestined, written in the stars – however you want to say it. It sure felt like it. But he didn’t care about that right now. Right now, all he cared about was what was happening in this very moment. About Pac, right next to him, with his bright eyes and blinding smile, breaths visible in the cold air, covered in snow and still absolutely perfect.
also, always find it surreal when i see ppl talk abt cc's books and, yk, not being crazy abt them. like, what. what. r we talking abt the same books rn???
ppl being normal abt tsc is so wild. how r u not obsessed w it? how have u not hunted down every detail abt it? read every book u can? (yes, all 17 (released) novels and 6 companion books). memorised every single piece of info abt a series that isnt even out yet?
being a fan of a normal author who is not Cassandra Clare must be so boring. like you follow their insta where they post the singular commission of their main characters they made as promo for a book that comes out in a month. you hear down the grapevine that they teased a new book at an event so you know to look out for it to preorder. after finishing a trilogy you hope that maybe they will write a short story follow up or have them briefly appear in a future spin off. and then you move on with your life and pick up the next book. it's like a different world.
I read the first sentence and i was like "wait that sounds kinda familiar-- VOLTRON???"
Wild. this is the second time ive seen these two of my fandoms overlap
kit: 10,000 years? that’s like 1,000 + 10!
ty: times 10
kit: whatever, dropout
"Win secret life."
what if its some sort of video game? session 9, final: boss fight - winning
(parts in the first gif are inspired by Harvest Moon DS and Pokemon)
Well that was a project. Must say I am proud for managing 1-2 gifs every week. Its not my last gif for this project tho! I am planning to do more, just at a slower pace. As well as design notes. There also gonna be a bigger piece next week from me that I already sketched - a cover for the mock game you could say.
thank you for all the nice words and tags; they really did carry me through this project <3
save me twp- save me-(Luna | she/her | AuDHD | lesbian | esp/eng)
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