I dropped my resignation letter in the box this morning. My last day is August 30. I’ve been less than fully verbal since. Every time a member of management gets near me it’s like my throat closes. I meant to say, “Hey, gave my two weeks, letter is in the box,” but all that came out was a dry click.
I haven’t seen my therapist in a month at least and I need to.


I’m putting in my two weeks today and I am so nervous.



I have access to speech at least 85% of the time, but that doesn’t mean that during those times I am as verbal as a person without autism. Here are some examples of having access to speech while having speech trouble:

I have access to automatic speech, but not conscious…

Well this is all really familiar.

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"'My name is Robert but I would prefer that you call me Bob.' It's just like that. You know what I mean? And if you were to insist upon calling that person Robert, you would be a colossal dick."


Paul F. Tompkins, succinctly explaining why you call people what they want to be called, whether it’s “little people” or “transgender” or “chairperson” or “Bob”. It’s not about being politically correct and it’s not about you. It’s about basic decency and respect. (via ericmortensen)


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I’m not on this earth to be a goalie. I’m not here to stop somebody from accomplishing their goals. If you’re not hurting anybody, I’m here to either assist or get out of the way. -Kyle Kinane

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Currently the only person who can get him to nap in the morning at all. Probably just the only one patient enough to walk him down. I like it anyway. Baby snuggles almost never trip the touch issues, especially if we’re wrapped up. The pressure helps. Walking is good for me. I don’t dread naptime at all.


I’m gonna have a panic attack
I can’t breathe


I should probably stop punching my car and drag myself inside to that job I’ve been wanting to leave for 3 years.
I don’t want to think about how many days I’ve gotten through by deciding when my last day would be.
Thinking September 15 or so. Don’t want to wait that long though.


Sunburn means touch issues are amplified by about 1k%




These are all going into my daily vocabulary right the fuck now.

I fucking love military acronyms. They are the best.

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Crummy photo of me and the little guy.


I survived driving to Long Beach. Now waiting for one of the people I’m here to see to get back to me. Gonna go find the waves in the meantime.


Guaranteed nap, any time of day-just walk the munchkin to the grocery store and back. Even if I try I can’t keep him awake on the return trip.


Asleep + not drooling down my shirt = win.