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My earliest school memory is my mom telling my teacher two things “idk what’s wrong with her but can you let her get up and walk around every few hours” and “she’s very sensitive”. Now that I’m an “adult” I know two things are for certain: I am autistic, and I want to remain sensitive. I cry tears of sadness when I think of sad hypotheticals, I cry tears of joy when I see toddlers laughing, I cry tears of anger when I’m frustrated. I cry for my father who is too “manly” to do so, I cry for my sister who is too “tough” to do so, I cry for my mother who is too “numb” to do so, I cry for my grandma who is too “broken” to do so, and I cry for my grandfather who is too “lost” to do so. Society has always tried to shame me for being sensitive but I would rather be sensitive than uncaring. Just because the world is cruel doesn’t mean I have to be. Everyone tries to toughen up the sensitive child but I think we should let them grow into adults. My sensitivity has a allowed me to organize with my community, it has allowed me to peruse a degree in law at a relatively fast pace, and it has allowed me to reflect on all my pain and trauma with a lenses of hope for my future.
Feb 22, 2025
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i’ve always been a crybaby, notoriously so. as the youngest child of four, it was a title i wore since quite literally the day i was born. every minor inconvenience would send hot tears streaming down my face and my heart would break fifteen times a day. it still does if i’m being honest. two weeks ago my apartment flooded while i wasn’t home all day, and i had to call my landlord and explain what happened between heavy sobs and panicked hyperventilating. he chuckled at me, but came over to help quite quickly. i try not to beat myself up over it. it’s a blessing to feel everything so intensely all the time. like yes, that cashier had a bit of a tone when she spoke to me and yeah, i will be thinking about what i did to deserve that for the next two days. but also, my sensitivity allows me to find beauty and meaning in the most mundane things every single day. i can see the sunlight breaking through the tree branches and write entire pages about how life is worth living again. i’ve been moved by witnessing kind exchanges between strangers. when i was 17, my car’s engine broke down and i didn’t have 4k to fix it. i loved that car and i sobbed so hard all day when i found out. but later that day, a stranger in front of me in line paid for my food and suddenly, just like that, i knew everything was going to work out for me.
Jul 19, 2025
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🤕I have spent so many years hiding the fact that I feel things very deeply… I was always told i was too sensitive, and I would cry at anything that made me even a little sad. I pushed it down so far that I now often struggle to cry at the big, real things. But recently I’ve been opening myself up to feeling the heaviness and depth of sadness. Even over small stuff. I forget how rich the feeling can be even though it hurts. but big feelings also mean big happiness! Now that I’ve been welcoming my emotions more, I have more chances to feel joyful and proud and happy and loving. Reminding myself that feeling deeply is a gift! 🎁
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🚰i am beyond grateful that my parents taught me the importance of crying at a young age. seeing my dad break his facade of unflinching masculinity made me realize it was okay for me to feel outwardly, no matter what it was that i felt flowing through me. today i am so happy to be able to cry in the same capacity in which i laugh and love and yearn and hurt. i know crying is a prerequisite for living but it seems that lots of people forget it’s catharsis and the fact they came into this world doing it.
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🔄THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NORMAL. Stop trying to be something that you are not, stop trying to be copy-paste <insert substyle that you do not even really like you just don't know who you are if you are not following a trend> for the longest time, I had no identity, I didn't know who I was outside of micro-trends and what was popping off on the internet. I wanted so badly to be normal that everything I tried was slowly but surely killing my spirit. People are clay. We are covered in little fingerprints, little specks of dust, and pieces of lint. No one person is without these things. Normalcy implies that there is a standard, uniform way to mold clay. You can never be normal, and that is so beautiful that's what makes life so worth it. I tried so long to figure out the "normal" way to live life that I missed out on so many things my teenage years are over, and they flew past me. I spent so long trying to be a normal teenager that I forgot that the most important part of this age is trying to figure out who you are by yourself through your actions, through your memories, and through the people around you, not by following what is normal. I will never be normal, and I am so grateful, I will always be ME. My spirit will be unique. My mind will remain creative. I will never be normal, and I don't want to be.
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🔄Often people feel alone when they hear "no one is coming to save you" and yeah it's true, I was the only one who could save myself from the path I was going down, BUT everyone around me supported my growth, everyone who loved me showed me the same love before AND after I had changed. No one will save you but they're right beside you <3