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prettypr0blems

3 weeks ago

[A unicorn foal lays against a patch of hay. Its horn is producing a shine. The text reads: "There was something different about me, from the moment I was born. Some thought it was a miracle; others believed nature was playing a mean old trick."] [A unicorn foal is being comforted by an adult horse. The text reads: "A few attempted to solace me, saying it was just a part of life, merely a violet in a field of daffodils. But I had never felt like one of the family."] [A pair of regular foals are being rowdy and pushing against the unicorn foal, which tries to fret away in dismay, displaying clear discomfort. The text reads: "No matter how much I tried to be brave like the others; I was fragile at my core. I didn't understand the ways of the herd; I couldn't connect with the other foals. It was hard to tell what the humans wanted from me. I had to run a strange direction to jump the hurdles. The barn's hay felt spiky and sharp on my coat. I couldn't eat the feed. I was too fidgety on the race track. I always pulled away when they tried to trim my hooves. I couldn't be out in the meadow for too long when there was sunlight. My horn got caught on ropes all the time."] [The unicorn foal is settled under the shade of a towering oak tree against a backdrop where a pair of horses are racing with humans. The text reads: "Is this a gift, or a curse? Life's gracious work of art or its experiment of patience and might? No one could decide, I certainly couldn't. When the afternoon keeps passing, the fresh breeze on the field and the dappled sunlight teasing, I try to gallop with the narrative. Maybe this is a good thing. However, most days, I cannot help but wonder what it feels like to run free without worrying about your inevitable tumble. Perhaps it is a mean old trick."]

equines & being neurodivergent

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dean-bean01

1 year ago

Tell Me When You Get Bored. A Story About Doses. [x]

Tell me when you get bored. A story about doses. [x]

I posted this on twitter and had a variety of aggressive ableism thrown my way.

This is a story about changing what I can in spite of what I cannot for the comfort of my loved ones. The thing that others find to be hurtful about me is that I like to spend time in silent solitude. People who love me often feel hurt that I tend to solve my own problems instead of leaning on them.

When we spend too much time together, people find my neutrality to be concerning, and it becomes too much for people to be unable to read me.

To show the people I love that I enjoy their company in ways they can understand, I pool my energy together to be high-energy, peppy, and social. Since this is not my natural state of being, it takes effort, which can only be expended in small doses. I amplify the things people like in me while filtering out everything they dislike about me when I am in their company.

I change my behaviors for those I love, but at the end of the day, I cannot change my neutral state of being, which is the thing that they want most out of me.

This is a story about me accommodating people in the best way I know how, not the other way around. I would truly appreciate it if people don't misconstrue this anecdote as me asking for dismissal of hurtful behavior when in reality, people find hurt in the fact that I simply exist, and I must change for them.