Even typing this now is draining, but there’s so much I want to share. I just don’t have the spoons. It’s to the point where I give up and withdraw most of my days.
My voice is extremely soft, a lot of the time words come out in whispers. All I knew was that I didn’t have the energy to assert my voice any louder so I could be heard properly. Speaking saps my energy unless it’s something I’m super interested in.
When I meltdown because of a sound, sight or texture of clothes on my skin, those that witness it chalk it up to anxiety. It’s invalidating. I don’t feel seen or heard.
I’ve long held the idea that I’m autistic but it’s like nobody I talk to about it believes me because I hide a lot of things I’m affected by until I just can’t.
It’s exhausting. There is so much I would like to share but the silence seems greater than my energy to organise anything meaningful.
I’ve been wanting to write more. It’s been a long time I’ve strung together words that make me feel the release of what I truly want to say.
a philosophy of life
@DialMforMara thank you for that pinned toot. comforting in this time
"Keep one unicorn apart." I was reminded.
The other princess giggled; the whole reason I was here. She was slim, with a gap in her front teeth, and more freckles than stars in the sky and I was weak at the knees at the sound of her mirth.
Half way through the poem I had prepared for her, I realized someone had switched it with a saucy limerick.
She liked it anyway, and promised me both an alliance and a kiss once The Great Illness passed.
@rizzo who’s man is dis??
@freemo this looks so rich
Meta
@mara_cav_ I just jumped into mast and noticed that right away but I still do it. me faving = you made a funny or I want to save this for later
He/she/they.
Fencing. Crypto. Poetry. Cyber.roots buried deep in sand kissed waves of the Caribbean ocean.