The Thing That Always Gets Me ESPECIALLY About Autistic Representation In Media Is That We Are Universally

ser yo es lo peor

entonces soy yo llorando porque tengo que ir al trabajo, ni siquiera e cumplido los 20 y ya llevo trabajando 5 años , mi vida a sido una miseria nunca dormí en una cama y cuando comencé a dormir en una cama puedo asegurar que para mucho no era más que una esponja sucia , toda mi vida han sido menos que migajas , pase la secundaria con menos que migajas , pague mi preparatoria, pague la universidad antes de decidir dejarla y cambiar de escuela porque no soportaba el ambiente y no quiero seguir porque se que serán al menos otros 40 años más de trabajo.

Hoy falte , falte porque simplemente no me gustaba mi ropa , ni me gustaba como apretaba y rasga, no me gusta la sensación, siento como si mi piel fuera arrancada poco a poco .

Pero entonces que más me queda , no quiero seguir porque no soy igual que todos , pero tampoco soy tan diferente.

Porque me cuesta hacer las cosas más simples , porque ni siquiera puedo caminar bien sin sentir que pierdo el equilibrio,porque no puedo hablar como una persona normal,porque no puedo , no puedo Cambiar.

Estoy mal físicamente y emocionalmente. Todo es un círculo y no importa siempre será lo mismo.aveces pienso que si al menos mi casa se sintiera calida y como un hogar entonces podría seguir.

Simplemente quiero ser feliz

Hoy fue un mal día , pero es tan malo que ni siquiera puedo procesar que fue malo porque mañana tengo que trabajar y no se que es peor,hoy o mañana

dick: jason gave me a flower today. He came up to me, all exited, then he handed me a flower and ran away giggling. I feel so special

Roy: what.

Kory: he did the same for me! How adorable right! It reminded me from when he was young. Perhaps he's trying to reconnect with his younger self? Try to live the rest of his youth?

Dick: mayhaps.

Roy: that's not a real word. And why did he gave you guys flowers and not me!

Kyle and donna walking past them,

Kyle: oh you guys received flowers? We did too!

Donna: yeah look! He even pressed it for me to use as a bookmark!

Roy: why would he give YOU FLOWERS?

artemis: I received a flower aswell, it smells acceptable.

Roy: I'm going to-

Barb, rolling up : what are we talking about here?

Dick: evreyone except for Roy got flowers from jason

Barb: oh? Did he act weird with yall too? Like he was shy but happy to give the flowers?

Kyle: now that you say it.. yeah?

Roy: so unfair! I want to see a shy jason too!!

Kory: why would he be shy with you. You're his best friend!

Roy: why would he be shy with dick! He's his brother!

Dick: I'm also like- his favorite hero!

Artemis: no that's wonder woman

Dick: well then I'm his favorite batfam member!

Barb: ehem.

dick: me and barb* are his favorite batfam members.

Roy, continues to argument.

Jason, who's been planting flowers, and very happy about how the flowers he's been giving out have been accepted happily.

Roy finds flowers in a vase, in his room later that day.

I've been putting off writing a fic soooo long but oh my days, LIFE is not having it.

Is this karma for wanting to write about a...a..straight 🤮 couple.

Considering how calculating Jason is with his comically complicated plans and many backup plans and probably practiced speeches, and how starved he is for social interaction, and how he wasn't exactly socialised properly for a chunk of his childhood and like all of his teenage years- do you ever wonder if he rehearses interactions before getting into them? If he bites his tongue and spends all that time pondering how to best convey what he actually means to say, calculates strategies to get the reaction he's looking for?

You ever wonder how it never, ever works?

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

No, see, because Dick is the funniest result of being raised by Bruce and Alfred in that he can cook (like Alfred can) but he chooses to eat weird fast food and takeout on purpose (like Bruce does only because he can’t cook).

Thus, we get comics where Dick will cook an actual, quality meal for a hungry sibling but then his apartment is full of pizza boxes in weird flavors and he once ate abandoned popcorn from an empty sports stadium.

I’m also 98% sure that it’s Dick’s fault that Tim’s favorite type of pizza is Canadian bacon and artichoke hearts. But if Tim wants then Dick will hand him a thermos of warm home made soup. Older brother who can meet any of your food needs!

Hola personas del mundo.

Hace una semana o poco más tuve una conversación con un par de "amigos" ( ya no son mis amigos) y mencioné algo sobre el autismo.

Se que no tengo un diagnóstico oficial sin embargo considero que la autoevaluación ( investigando bien obviamente) puede ser bastante buena y en especial cuando el servicio de salud mental en el país es malo.

Pero también recordemos que mi psicóloga sugiere( básicamente me dijo ) que soy autista.

Entonces estuve hablando sobre muchas cosas y mencioné experiencias pasadas.

Y se preguntarán qué paso ? Bueno básicamente me dijeron que estaba loca , que era rara, que no tenía eso y que tal vez era retrasada.

Y entonces me que de pensando y encontré esto: los neurotipicos siempre sabrán que eres diferente sin embargo ellos piensan que mientras tengas manos y pies estás bien , y solo eres un dramático. En serio eso piensan y no olvidemos el típico " eres normal " o "no lo pareces".

Lo más triste es que unos de esos amigos quería ser psicóloga y también trabajo en una guardería.Basicamente me fijo que no lo era porque no era como un niño BANG SORPRESA LOS NIÑOS AUTISTAS CRECEN Y SE CONVIERTEN EN ADULTOS AUTISTAS!

Se que tal vez algunos estén en desacuerdo conmigo porque no tengo el diagnóstico oficial, pero créeme que iré a una evaluación lo antes posible, estoy un poco agitada económicamente en este momento pero tal vez el próximo mes pueda.

Tengo más que contar pero será para después, ya debería estar dormida.

Tried to fall asleep and got bamboozled by the image of little Jason Todd having no friends or toys to play, stuck in his house, worried for his mom, who entertains himself by sitting in the corner and doing an awkward shadow theatres and reciting his own scenarios. And then instantly thought of older Jason, still quite lonely, who doesn't necessarily do little plays, but who sometimes still plays with shadows quietly, maybe a tad sadly. Always alone, always having nothing but himself.

Gotham's Underworld loves Nightwing way more than they love Batman. It's not only the fact that batman will send them to the hospital without even a good pun, but that all the goons have seen Dick grow up firsthand. Naturally, they get a little...upset when their robin is being mistreated

Nightwing, limping beside Batman on Patrol one evening, back from Bludhaven for a few days :

Batman, worried: Nightwing, are you oka-

Goon, running up to Nightwing and cutting batman off: Oh my god! Are you okay?! What happened?!

Batman: ??? Who are you

Goon: What, you don't remember me? We coparented together.

Batman: Excuse me?

Goon: Yeah i saved him from that asshole Joker when he was robin, twice!

Batman:

Goon #2, motherly cupping nightwing's face: Oh goodness, you haven't been eating in that shithole blud, have you?

Goon #3: And look at your eyes! They look so sad! Were you being hard on yourself again?

Goon #4, to Batman: You should really be more emotionally present towards him.

Batman:

Nightwing: Guys, guys, I'm okay! Really, john, jacob, jonn and joan, you can calm down now

Batman: ...You know them by name?