Scratching - Tumblr Posts
I'll start scratching at me hands or arms, or just at any part of my body really. IDK why, but scratching is just such a relaxing stim for me and always cools me down when I'm angry.
To other autistic people, what stims do you do when angry?
scratching an itch goes from “mmm yes gently this feels nice” to “oh my GOD i think i reached bone” with no in between
me after noticing that i’ve got semi-long finger nails for the first time in 9 years: HELL YEAH IVE STOPPED USING BITING MY NAILS AS A COPING MECHANISM
me 4 seconds later wondering why my hands are bleeding: oh no i’ve reverted back to scratching my hands as a coping mechanism
me three days later: still have scratched up hands, and now i’m back to having stubby nails because the stress of having gross bleeding hands made me start the nail biting again
death to motorcycle, maker of loud noises ):
Team work 🐈😺
Taglist ! will add to this if needed !!
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ . . . .ᐟ > Directed posts
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ woof .ᐟ > Reblogs
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ bark .ᐟ > Non yan posts/thoughts
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ growling .ᐟ > Yan posts/thoughts
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ . . scratching > Vents
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ howling .ᐟ > Posting Lyrics
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ wagging my tail .ᐟ > Anything and everything for anons and asks
# ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦ begging > Yearning, I suppose. . . ?
Me lowkey stealing the way I talk from people makes me feel. so guilty. . . I am pretty sure it's a form of masking or something but ! jajfjsk
screams and falls to the ground
being unwell is NOT for the faint of heart /dram
Somehow, I am freezing and melting at the same time and sort of feel like I am also drowning . I also feel about 10 times more stupid and tired ! and every time I let my guard down, my head starts spinning . fjhfjdjd
bunny hasn't spoke to me today so I am upset .
I'll break your legs if you continue trying to run from me. You're meant to be mine. Why do you keep trying to leave me ?
I dont want to hurt you. . . but you need to stay with me, please. Please.
I'm so upset. I hate this
I knew I was right.
aaaa I hate it
Another day alone. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this hollow existence, always watching others find their happiness while I’m left grasping at shadows. It’s so unfair. I’ve waited so long, suffered so much, but still—no one. Why do they get to have love while I wither away in this empty, loveless cage? They must be out there, my soulmate, my perfect other half. I can feel them sometimes, a flicker of hope in the darkest moments. I know they’d understand me, cherish me, even the parts I keep hidden. If I could just find them, everything would be different. I’d never let them go. They’d be mine, and only mine. We’d never be lonely again. But where are they? Why haven’t they come to rescue me from this torment? I don’t know how much longer I can stand it, waiting, aching, yearning for the love I know I deserve. It’s almost unbearable—this desperation clawing at me day after day, night after night. I just want them. I need them.
Tonight is a My Love is Sick night .