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Weird Little Brother Dude with attachment issues

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Robin DeNoir was my first taste of gender envy. didn't even know what I was feeling at the time. do I want to be him or hold him gently in my hands. both. god.

Crow Hill Luna design. Should I keep the thick outline or not?

I don’t think that a lot of people know what ABA/masking “therapy” actually does to autistic children.

(ANALOGY) If you’re taking a pan out of a hot oven and it hurts your hand, you’ll scrunch your face up and go “ow!” But then someone else comes along and tells you to be quiet, and then force you to keep taking out and putting back in the pan, until you don’t react when you do it. It still hurts, of course, but you’ve been conditioned to not react whenever you are burned by the pan. You could’ve used an oven mitt or had someone else get the pan for you, or maybe just not have done it at all, but you were told for years what the “right way” to take the pan out was. And now you’ve built up callouses, and take the pan out the exact way you were trained to, unconsciously ignoring your pain. It still hurts, but you’re not supposed to do it another painless way, and instead continue to hurt, because it’s all you were taught to do.

ABA doesn’t make autistic kids’ lives easier, it makes the parents’ lives easier, because now they won’t have to listen to their child telling them that they’re in pain. Your child is upset and hurting, but it’s too “hard/stressful” for you to acknowledge and help them.

WE ARE NOT AN ANNOYANCE OR A BURDEN. WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN. WE ARE NOT A BROKEN PUZZLE THAT NEEDS TO BE PUT BACK TOGETHER.

We are people, we have thoughts and feelings, and we feel pain. But we keep it bottled up inside because showing love and care for your child is apparently too “difficult” for you.

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Holy shit this post blew up real quickly

This is the sort of content modern Tommy would consume:

You have never felt more acutely aware of your defects. Born half-deaf and blind in life —and now afterlife, you quite literally stumble, squeak and cower your way through surviving your first week in Hell. Thankfully, you have found companionship in an old timey hand-held radio and a demented cat. With how much they both screeched and roared, you might as well be wearing your old staticky hearing aids again.