What to do after you realize/think you may be autistic?
A lot of people have come across this post on atypical autism traits and have been asking what the next step is or whether they need to do something about it. The answer to that completely depends on the person, their traits, safety, as well as resources available to them. Below is a variety of options and tips on what to do next if you are wanting to investigate further. Of course, I am not a professional or claiming to be but hopefully these suggestions may people out.
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
I didn’t get suspended that day.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg
I went to a nun school.
The nuns there were like, so rad.
It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there.
There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy.
So what happened?
The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day.
Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.”
So I was at my desk during class looking like this:
Reblogging for awesome dads and kickass nuns.
If the Catholic church were run by like 90% of the nuns I know, the world would be a much better, much cooler place.
The opposite of albinism called melanism, a recessive trait where the skin and fur are all black.
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Holy shit that’s majestic.
Yes, the powers of Photoshop are indeed majestic
So far the closest thing we have to melanistic lions are the black-mained Asiatic lions
(Panthera leo persica), and it’s not known whether lions are even able to be melanistic!
The only melanistic big cats we know of are jaguars…
…and leopards.
We do, however, know of abundism in other big cats! What’s abundism you may ask? Well, it’s basically when places that normally have a lot of melanin end up producing an abundance of it. So an abundistic tiger looks like this:
And an abundistic cheetah looks like this:
And just for good measure, here’s an abundistic leopard:
– The zora who gets swept downriver halfway across the world and responds by having fun fishing in the lake she found herself in, singing to herself, and totally forgetting about her family back home for a few weeks
– The hylian who names an ancient shrine ball “Roscoe” and doesn’t stop talking to it lovingly and petting it until Link shows her photos of a special interest of hers, after which she hyperfocuses on that and ignores Roscoe
– The rito who, when traveling, has anxiety about whether or not she should speak the local language (which she knows) or whether that’d seem like bragging
– The hylian who gets super excited about dragons and immediately starts infodumping about them to strangers who get close
– The hylian in the middle of the mountains who gets confused when Link says he followed her smoke signal before explaining that she was just cooking, and precedes to teach Link terrible recipes, getting progressively angrier as he questions the wisdom of putting ores and robot pieces into your food
– The gerudo who’s disdainfully and deliberately failing heterosexuality school
– The hylian who was riding beside Link on the road until it started raining and a Yiga clan assassin attacked, to which he responded “Ugh, seriously!?” and just rode away
-The quiet guard whose first instinct upon seeing someone willingly put themselves in danger is to tell them their life is worth living
this left pic popped up on my on this day feed on fb from a year ago and i had to redraw it cause…orion…also ive seriously been posting about my dragon age ocs for a year now officially this is crazy
My dad likes to give my mom the cool rocks he finds. Rocks, peices of quartz, literal fossils that he stumbles across, and mom puts them on her window sill in her office and if that isnt the cutest thing ever
Now imagine if you’re traveling thru space with your entourage and the pile keeps growing that almost every porthole that faces space now has nick-naks from across the universe. No one seem to have the courage to tell the humans that they need to stop bringing such junk on board. But since you are their closest friend, the captain has appointed you as the bearer of bad news. How in the name of the Great Galactica are you going to tell these cute menaces that the last ‘rock’ they found was a tiny ecosystem and that their ship was now wanted across the galaxy for accidental kidnapping???? Also could they please stop being so cute while terrifying at the same time? Our squiddlyspooches can’t handle much more….
I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.
Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! – haha I tricked you! Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting!
Lazily exposing belly – still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well.
Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.
Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean: I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company.
Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.
I love this post omg, thank you so much. As a lifelong cat person, dogs perplex me because they’re so completely different behaviourally.
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