im grey. 32 year old funny little guy (agender) from florida. artist, graphic designer, crochet bastard, yuri warrior, frog enjoyer, bad game enthusiast, and dwarf fortress understander who drinks too much iced tea. banned from twitter for being too epic and sexy.
commissions are OPEN!
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my therapist yesterday: do you have any problem with like touching textures?
me: not that i can think of
me today: wait shit i should have said how most stiff/starched fabric makes me feel weird which is why im generally wearing like tshirts and jeans
extremely relateable.
me (autistic): i think im autistic
therapist: ok, hm, do you (thing i absolutely do) or are you normal?
me (30-year "act like you're normal" world champ): yeah im normal:)
me (internally screaming): shit. fuck.
GOD ARE YOU ME
this is me every fucking time i swear
you'd think that someone whose entire job (on paper) is to help people figure this shit out would know better but
it truly fucking does u_u i feel like "gauging someone's potential autism by a sudden questionnaire" is not a very good way to do it like. give me a week or something to write stuff down geeeeeez
I didn't get formally diagnosed until my mom, with my permission, showed the therapist a clip from my daily life. I was masking too hard at my therapy sessions π
yeah i... i think i might have been masking too hard too cbdncnncnx. 30+ years of trying to act "normal" because baseline me is too weird sure is something
