Phos Is My Hero / Heroine

Earth Visitor

I read somewhere that many people on the autistic spectrum feel like aliens looking in on human society from the outside. It certainly is how I feel. I don’t believe it’s actually true, but I find it helpful to play with this idea and develop my story. 

I found a planet called Kepler 452b, which is one of the many planets astronomers have identified as conducive to some form of life. I like the name, because Johannes Kepler was a super cool guy, so I decided that’s where I’;; be from. And I’ve decided that I’ve been sent here to Earth on a mission. 

Mainly my mission is to observe and try to understand what’s going on here in human society and its relationship to the rest of the amazingly lush and diverse life forms. If possible, Mission Control authorizes me to communicate some messages that may help to redirect the destructive behavior of humans.

The idea that I have my own mission from my home planet is very helpful. By the standards of the neurotypical, heteronormative, capitalist human world, I will always be labelled a failure. “Fine by me,” I try to tell myself. “We have a very different set of standards on Kepler 452b. By our standards, most of you people are failures! So there! Take that, Earthlings!” 

In this blog, I’m going to continue the story like this--communicating with others on the spectrum, doing what I can to cultivate autistic culture, and recording my observations as I compile my report before I return to my home planet. 

Time is short. I must complete my assignment to the best of my ability.  

Maybe next month...

Autistic culture is being proud of yourself when you take a shower

[Image description: A flower garden is surrounded by a high brick wall. We see a door in the wall has swung open, but perhaps usually the door is kept closed and locked so that the garden is private and secret. On the ground in the garden there are bright red flowers on the left, and on the right a mix of pink and purple flowers. The brick wall is covered with green-leafed vines. The door is painted light gray, but the paint is old and faded.]

When I go out into the world where the so-called normal people live, I sometimes feel resentful that I have to remain silent about so many things that interest and appeal to me. I feel I have to remain silent, because if I talk about these things I may get enthusiastic and go on for too long, and other people will find this annoying. In any case, they don’t want to hear about them. When I get enthusiastic, I get hopeful that they too may find these things interesting, but I am almost always disappointed. So it’s safer to be silent about them.

On the other side, I feel disdain for them and I also feel sorry for them. I think: “I have a secret garden with so many beautiful flowers in it, and it’s visited by honey bees and butterflies. And my cat is there too, playing in the grass. You people have no idea what you’re missing!” 

In a way, the fact that the garden is secret makes it more beautiful and more cozy to be in. But to be honest I do sometimes have daydreams about having a friend to share it with. 

This post is based on the idea for The Secret Garden, a book by Frances Hodgson Burnett, first published in 1911.

Then and now! I still sleep with Boxer ❤️

I love Phos

Phosphophyllite, from House no Kuni

@ everyone within a five-mile radius of me, prepare to hear about literally everything that’s ever happened in critical role, there is no escape.

Sending suicide bait to somebody you know is suicidal is one of the lowest things you can do. Sending it proves your personality is nothing but a trail of slime between the dumpster you came from and wherever your trashy leaking ass is right now.

Thanks for proving your true character. You’re somebody who is both cruel and too spineless to put their name on what they say.

You’re cowardly bullies and nothing more.

To the people dealing with this kind of anon bullshit, you’re worth more than their trashy words want you to believe. Don’t give in to them. Rise above it. They choose hate. You don’t have to absorb their self loathing or reflect it back. You’re not a mirror or a black hole. You are a light and they are mere shadows hiding behind their gray masks.

i want to be in this band

red velvet x high cut

Improve your chew! [Image description: There’s a very handsome but sad looking teddy bear to the right. Next to him are two bottles of essential oils: one of them is grapefruit and the other is cardamom. In front of the bottles is a chewable necklace: it’s in the shape of a pink fox curled up cozy for a peaceful snooze. End of image description] Chews carefully! I wanted to chew, but could not get used to the lack of flavor. So here’s my news: I found I can put a drop of essential oil and rub it over the chew toy. These are my favorites: grapefruit and cardamom. You might also like peppermint. Be careful to test a drop of the oil maybe on the back of your hand to make sure you are not allergic to anything in it. And I advise using only a drop per toy; even then, probably wipe it with a paper towel, since the oils are not designed for eating! Added benefit: you get some aroma therapy if you are placing oil on a chewable necklace. Teddy bears are optional, but highly recommended