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#Neurodivergent Christians
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hey fellow neurodivergent Christians! if you like stimming while you worship, I highly recommend the song Pilot Me by Josh Garrels!! it has wonderful vibes :)
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whereserpentswalk · 21 days
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The nazis that you see in movies are as much a historical fantasy as vikings with horned helmets and samurai cutting people in half.
The nazis were not some vague evil that wanted to hurt people for the sake of hurting them. They had specific goals which furthered a far right agenda, and they wanted to do harm to very specific groups, (largely slavs, jews, Romani, queer people, communists/leftists, and disabled people.)
The nazis didn't use soldiers in creepy gas masks as their main imagery that they sold to the german people, they used blond haired blue eyed families. Nor did they stand up on podiums saying that would wage an endless and brutal war, they gave speeches about protecting white Christian society from degenerates just like how conservatives do today.
Nazis weren't atheists or pagans. They were deeply Christian and Christianity was part of their ideology just like it is for modern conservatives. They spoke at lengths about defending their Christian nation from godless leftism. The ones who hated the catholic church hated it for protestant reasons. Nazi occultism was fringe within the party and never expected to become mainstream, and those occultists were still Christian, none of them ever claimed to be Satanists or Asatru.
Nazis were also not queer or disabled. They killed those groups, before they had a chance to kill almost anyone else actually. Despite the amount of disabled nazis or queer/queer coded nazis you'll see in movies and on TV, in reality they were very cishet and very able bodied. There was one high ranking nazi early on who was gay and the other nazis killed him for that. Saying the nazis were gay or disabled makes about as much sense as saying they were Jewish.
The nazis weren't mentally ill. As previously mentioned they hated disabled people, and this unquestionably included anyone neurodivergent. When the surviving nazi war criminals were given psychological tests after the war, they were shown to be some of the most neurotypical people out there.
The nazis weren't socialists. Full stop. They hated socialists. They got elected on hating socialists. They killed socialists. Hating all forms of lefitsm was a big part of their ideology, and especially a big part of how they sold themselves.
The nazis were not the supervillians you see on screen, not because they didn't do horrible things in real life, they most certainly did, but because they weren't that vague apolitical evil that exists for white American action heros to fight. They did horrible things because they had a right wing authoritarian political ideology, an ideology that is fundamentally the same as what most of the modern right wing believes.
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schizopositivity · 2 years
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my childhood experiences with hallucinations, how i rationalized them, and why i didnt tell anyone:
•as early as i can remember i saw colored lights, shapes and zig-zags flash across my vision, i thought this happened to everyone
•when i was about 5 i saw a gray cat run across my kitchen, we didnt have any pets at the time, i asked my older brother about it and he said "that was probably a daydream" even though i didnt conciousley create it and it looked real, i believed him and wrote off other hallucinations as daydreams for years
•when i was about 10 i was looking into a mirror and saw my eyes looking to the side, for some reason i thought mirrors were like screens and figured it was just glitching
•i was raised christian and wrote off a lot of hallucinations as god communicating with me
•when i was about 12 i learned what ASMR was and figured thats what all my tactile hallucinations had been all these years
•at the same age i started using tumblr, and would see emo posts talking about "the voices" (when they were actually just talking about mean thoughts) so i thought things like auditory command hallucinations was just a normal thing every teen experienced
•as i was hallucinating more frequntly i came up with more excuses, maybe i hadnt eaten enough, maybe i hadnt slept enough, maybe my periods and hormones were causing this
•i watched a lot of scary content on youtube and genuinely believed i was haunted by or possesed by demons
•i saw the way people treated psychotics, the way i was told to be careful near the people on the street talking to themselves, the way horror movies portrayed psychotics as danergous, the way i was told that my schizophrenic grandpa was abusive because he was schizophrenic
• the more and more i hallucinated, the more i kept to myself, i didnt want to be treated like that, i feared what would happen to me if people found out, i knew something was wrong with me but i was terrified of letting people know that, i could talk about my anxiety or depression or sometimes cptsd symptoms, but i couldnt talk about my psychosis
i did eventually get a schizophrenia diagnosis at 18, got on antipsychotics that helped a lot, and my family and friends ended up being understanding for the most part, but i spent so much of my life being symptomatic and just excusing it any way i could, i didnt want to want to be psychotic because of the way were treated in the world, but i am, and ive learned to embrace that
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artofkhaos404 · 9 months
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Take time to tell your friends how you feel about them. Do it often. Do it in detail. Be descriptive about it. Whether they're mentally ill, neurospicy or totally stable, everyone needs to know they're loved and appreciated.
There's people in this world going years wondering what they actually mean to those around them, only to come to the horrifying conclusion that they mean nothing at all.
Let everyone you love know you love them today 🖤🖤🖤
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eepersjeepers · 4 months
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I accidentally finished The Librarians, Leverage: Redemption and Almost Paradise all this week and now I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m so lost. Well guess it’s time to start OG Leverage from the beginning again and just repeat the loop of all of these shows forever :)
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connieaaa · 2 years
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I remember being 17 and working at a retirement community. I made a casual comment to an 84 year old man about his ADHD.
He replied a very confused, "What?"
Me: "ADHD, it used to be called hyperkinesis back in the day." *proceeds to explain ADHD*
Him: *in shock nearly crying* "There is a name for it? I always thought I was broken"
Variations of this scene have played out for me again, and again, and again. The last time was less than 10 days ago.
Quirky kids who declare that they are just like me. Parents of Autistic kids in shock that I can have a "normal" conversation but still occasionally head bang in frustration. Explaining a specific learning disability, and having someone shout "That's a thing?! I was told I was stupid".
This is what I think about when I hear Semler's Thank God For That lyrics, "Hallelujah, we are all fucking weird, and there is a place for you at the table, honey, here."
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morgannotlefay · 3 months
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I swear on the grave I killed and buried God in that my loved ones will never have to question if my love is conditional
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lunarstags · 1 year
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if you vote pls reblog
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blessedarethequeer · 9 months
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incredibly amusing to me as a trans masc person that so many of my hobbies are just like. old church lady hobbies.
sewing, canning, knitting, collecting church cookbooks, embroidery, gardening, etc etc.
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snakeautistic · 5 months
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You know that kid who’s parents never told them about Santa, so they went around ruining him for everyone? That was me. My dad had some sort of moral opposition to telling kids Santa was real, so I knew exactly who my Christmas presents were from. In general my parents taught me to be skeptical of supernatural or magical claims. I’d argue with any kid who believed in santa, or the tooth fairy, or things to that nature. Or kids who’d claim to be vampires or having magical powers. I pointed out all the logical inconsistencies with their ideas- how could santa get around the world in one night? If they really were magical beings, why couldn’t they prove it? I was fiercely analytical of anything I suspected was outside the realm of possibility, and confused when other people weren’t quite forthcoming to my criticisms.
This kind of backfired on my parents, though, who were and still are devout Christians.
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petiolata · 3 months
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Adam and Eve were neurotypicals. And they got us kicked out of the fucking Garden.
If Eve had been autistic she would have rejected the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge for having a gross texture (instead preferring to eat the same fruit she is familiar with and eats every day).
That's if Satan even got to tempt her with it. She may been too busy infodumping about aardvarks.
Anyway, just like you would expect, Original Sin is neurotypicals' fault.
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autistic-ben-tennyson · 3 months
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That feeling you have when you don’t have parents who are violent abusive monsters but they still fucked you up. You feel guilty as you know they mean well and love you but you struggle to feel the same and want to get away from them. You struggle to trust them and be open out of fear no matter what they claim about “you can tell me anything”. They may have not even done it to you but rather to your siblings and you still remember how terrifying they were when angry. You know they just wanted to help, but their help was hurting you. When your dad dragged you to his church and expected the message to resonate with you the same. You feel angry that they expect you to love the message of “you are helpless without Christ and are a dirty sinner”. They may have tried their best but that’s not enough sometimes especially if their child is ND. You sometimes question their motives especially if you’re an adoptee and wonder if their intentions were truly noble. All the times they acknowledged your autism but still grabbed you to force hugs or forced you to be uncomfortable.
Terfs/radfems don’t touch
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ronon-dex · 7 days
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i've come to a conclusion. i think the reason the young bucks get so much hate despite being objectively good individuals and creating jobs for hundreds of employees and being best friends with dozens of beloved wrestlers across multiple promotions is this. they've never truly been underdogs (an identity that can get literally anyone over with an audience), because they have never been, at any point in their televised career, alone. they've always been a part of the deadliest factions wherever they are - elite or bullet club - and they have ALWAYS had backup, but most importantly nick and matt have always had each other. that's a unique privilege and security that few can relate to and it seems to make the most lonely among us angry and hateful for this reason
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venusjailer · 11 months
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omnist-angels · 7 months
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Does anyone have any book/documentary/whatever else recs about mental illness + religion that has a neutral/positive attitude towards both? I think it's so interesting how mentally ill people find religion, how our neurodivergency informs our theology, and the different ways religion makes our mental health worse and better. I'm particularly interested in autism, anorexia, and agoraphobia cause that's me, but I'll read about any and all neurodiversity and any and all religions cause I'm an omnist thank you in advance 💕
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medicatedcountertop · 2 months
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I think I finally have the words for it. I grew up in a Christian school, learning all the fun things about Christ and the fucky things with the old testament. It was there that I was taught to give everything I had. At home was a similar struggle, wherein my parents would reinforce that i was never giving my best. And so I tried, and tried, and tried. Never enough, always more. I began to resent it. I had given everything I had, and anything more, and I was ignored.
One day, on a school field trip, I saw a beggar on the street. I don't even really remember what he looked like, I just knew he had been asking for money. He wasn't the only one on that road, but I felt like I had to give since i passed so many of them. I was in a school uniform, running from my group of classmates to hand him a twenty, and was going to run back when he called out to me.
He spoke to me in a language i could not understand well, but was insistent on giving me back my twenty. What words I could pick up was that he wanted me to give less. I took my twenty back and gave him five instead and he was happy. Told me to study hard. It clicked that he didn't want to accept such a "large" sum from a child, even though i was 17. Someone i didn't know, someone who should've needed that money much more than me, said what i gave was too much. And it haunts me to this day, telling me that I was enough.
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