Moth on the Spectrum

Moth on the Spectrum

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I cause Tylenol.

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To my inevitable horde of loyal followers willing to carry out my whims... Hello. It's good to have you here. My name is Moth, and I'm #autistic. I dig #mushrooms, #bees, minerals, rocks, senior dogs, and #StarWars. Let's party I guess.

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To be placed in a world without choice and without one who knows who you are because they are the same. To feel alone and singular in the entirety of existence, and to be shunned by those who share your shape but not your nature. That's #autism. 🧵

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Because of RFK Jr.’s attacks, I’m reflecting again on a note from a constituent with autism: “We are not a tragedy — we are human beings.” His rhetoric demeans that truth. I’ll keep pushing back with everything I’ve got.

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Dexter Livingstone, 30, was in bed with girlfriend, Kelsey Dacey, 26, when she asked “what are you thinking?” Livingstone answered, honestly: “I was thinking about the United 173 aviation disaster,” aviation safety being a special interest of Livingstone’s.

thedailytism.comUpsetting! Autistic man answers honestly when girlfriend asks “what are you thinking?”An autistic man is baffled over his girlfriend's inexplicable and abrupt change in mood after he answered honestly when asked what he was thinking, witnesses have claimed. Dexter Livingstone, 30, was…

When I was being diagnosed with #Autism, one of the questions asked was what should people do when they feel lonely. I suggested they go to a crowded place, like a pub, or ride the tube for a while. Apparently you should reach out to people you know. So yeah, I was diagnosed #Autistic

A fox was in the doorway that leads in from the garden. To defend the homestead I bravely shot it in the noggin. I shot it once, then twice, and yet another made it thrice, But since it was a nerf gun, alas, he's not in paradise. #OddlingPoems #Poetry

Today I was eaten by an angry marshmallow. Down its throat I slid, a gullet so shallow. It began to choke, it gasped, growled, & chirped. So loud was its fit as it slurped then burped. Out I was spat, my taste unappealing. But that, at least, put an end to its squealing. #OddlingPoems #Poetry

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