When I Was Sixteen And Insane For My Shakespeare Class Final I Had To Do The “alas Poor Yorick” Monologue

if you need a pat on the head right now I got u covered

*pat pat*

had to get a cortizone shot for my back and they did this, and it was so helpful.

they walked me through each step of the process, including how long each part would take, the estimated pain/pressure scale for each part, what to do when i felt something uncomfortable, and things that could go wrong and what we would do about it in the event it happened (like a spinal tap). and during he walked me through each part, told me where i should be feeling everything, etc.

i WISH more doctors were like this. i had absolutely no anxiety compared to many other procedures, or even small things like shots, because they walked me through EVERYTHING.

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

looking at the little fragile scraps of your life, trying to arrange them into the fabric of dragonfly wings. you'd rather be icarus, right? that's why you cry at the hymn. you want so badly out of this tower - good lord. you'd burn just for the chance for it.

You should be able to say “don’t touch me” to anyone ever in any context and not have it be considered in the realm of surprising or insulting imho if we ever needed to normalize something it’s this

ovulation is hitting and it’s like the horniess is mixed up with sleepiness and despair in some kind of twisted, erotic threesome in my body

half yes.

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

Stone faced and barely moving in the club.