It's the fourth anniversary of my autism diagnosis
And my 28th birthday
The two are just days apart.
How have the last four years been you ask?
They started off strong, really
Work was good, I got the best yearly evaluation, I was chugging away at my masters
But it was short lived- with my diagnosis, I decided l would ask for adjustments without disclosing
I needed more time for school, my home life had escalated to unbearable
My request was denied
in fact, more was asked of me as I said I'm overwhelmed
The big boss decided it would be best for me to move along
I was heartbroken - I loved my job, the people I worked with
But social demands increased as my dept moved to marketing
And it turned out I was in a masters I didn't want to do
My partner lived far away
So I quit / was pushed out
I moved across the country
I took on a very part time gig
And these last few years, they've been
They've been a learning experience
Not to mention this pandemic
I've tried to make the most of it
I've been able to read and write and process a lot
I'm hoping these few limbo like years lead to something good
Some positive movement
That I learn something about myself that helps me move forward
But I'm not quite there yet
I'm still in transition
And that's okay too
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@n0t-ohfuckingkay asked ; 💓 - …lie on my muse, grinding slowly against them / 👀👀👀👀
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Time apart for the trio was rare, but they had just graduated college and so they each had something they wanted to do before they really settled into their work for the Vlog. Sara and Alex had made certain that the video upload feeds were good to go for the next two weeks so they could have at least one week to their respective selves. Sara was picking up shifts at her day job, building up extra income that she insisted she needed. Meanwhile, Hannah and her dad were going on a small trip together along the east coast.
Alex had decided to go home and visit his parents but took a trip up north from the city to go visit Helena in Salem. He was doing some solo work to make the most of the trip, justifying the expenditure as more than a visit to see her.
She insisted on letting him stay over, but Alex had already booked a room and had reassured her that it was fine, he could afford it and didn’t want to put her out or intrude on her schedule. Alex takes the first few hours to unpack, shower, and drink a few cups of coffee to wake himself up. Then they meet up, grabbing food, while she takes him around to supposedly haunted places. The supernatural isn’t really Alex’s angle on things, but he likes hearing her talk about something she’s so passionate about. He asks questions about the general history of the buildings and shops, laughing nervously when they stop to get food and a group of high schools recognize them.
After the day’s done they wind up back at Helena’s place, despite Alex having his own room he can go back to. Helena had been shocked silent when Alex confessed, he’d never seen any horror films, none of the classic slashers or anything. Thus began the marathon.
They load up on snacks, taking bathroom breaks and stretching their legs as the hours pass by. Eventually the pair end up side by side. Alex doesn’t get too invested in the films, but he’s having fun watching them with her. He doesn’t notice when one of her legs stretches out over his, or how she’s pressed all along his side, and even if he does, Alex doesn’t mind. As the final girl on the screen starts to piece together the plot points from the previous hour, Helena swings her other leg over Alex’s thighs, sitting atop them. His eyes widen, head tilting back as she drapes her arms over either of his shoulders and tilts her hips. Alex’s heart skips a beat before returning at a rapid pace.
His hands settle at her waist, gently gripping her and then tightening slightly when she repeats the slow, methodical rocking. Alex is fairly certain his face went red instantly, but he hopes the lighting is bad enough to hide it. Her forehead meets his, and he looks up at her, nervous.
“So I should probably tell you I’ve never done something like this before.” Alex confesses, and Helena pauses. “I, uh, am down for this but just, slow?” He clarifies, and she smiles before resuming the slow pace she’d set before. Alex’s breathing hitches, and he wants to do something in return for her but he doesn’t know what to do with his hands let alone the rest of his body.
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