Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
—  Stephen Fry

To everyone who puts labels on people. Just to clarify… Why should it matter who I am or who I am not. Mind you’re own business. However if you are attracted to me awesome. But if you are here to label and judge me go away because I will always stay true to myself no matter what.

"We shouldn’t use labels!"

"Let’s stop labeling ourselves!" 

"Labels are just pointless and restrictive words!"

Ok but like… I actually want to be able to put a name to what I’m experiencing, okay? If you don’t want to use labels that is completely fine and you should definitely do whatever feels comfortable, but please don’t dismiss labels altogether, because some people want and/or need them. Thank you. 

High and low functioning labels are at best pointless and at worst costly red herrings distracting us from what’s important… acknowledging that every autistic person is an individual with their own set of strengths and challenges, and getting them the support they need to deal with both.

It’s interesting that neurotypical children come with just as wide a variety of intellectual and language capabilities - yet we don’t need to classify them as either high or low functioning in order to cater to their needs.

We have this myth of identity — that who we are is the summation of a lot of choices we made in the past. That we’ve got a map for the life we’re supposed to lead, and we’ve got to stick to it. But that’s assuming that we’re all static beings, and that’s not how people work at all.

In every moment, we’re changing and evolving and growing. In every moment, we’re reconstructing our identity. We’re not defined by our decisions from two years ago. We’re not even defined by our decisions from two minutes ago. We’re defined by who we choose to be in this very moment.

DIY Halloween Apothecary Printables from Lil’ Luna. You can add your own potions and content to the high resolution blank labels on the right using word or other editing software.TIP: As I mentioned on my other blog, if you like what you see then download the pattern, printable or PDF ASAP. I’ve gone through my archives and DIY blogs are jut disappearing, “rebranding” themselves and deleting their archives, or patterns and printables are no longer free.

Because here’s the thing about realizing you’re into girls. Hardly anyone I know has ever said, “Am I gay?” in the same way they say, “Hey, do you know what the weather’s supposed to be like tomorrow?” Like they just need to figure out how to dress for the occasion. No, when most people ask, “Am I gay?” they ask it with the kind of urgency they would usually reserve for things like, “Do I strap this parachute to my back and jump from this free falling airplane or do I nose dive into the ocean and hope the sharks don’t eat my remains? SINK OR SWIM? LIVE OR DIE? QUENCH THE FIRE OR BURN ALIVE?” It feels so urgent, and the reason it feels so urgent is because you’re probably not just asking, “Hey, do I want to make out with other girls?”
You’re also probably asking: What the hell are my parents going to say when I tell them I want to kiss other girls? And my friends and my co-workers and my classmates and everyone at my family reunion? And what’s that girl going to say when I tell her I want to kiss her? And how is my life ever going to be OK, and how can I go on being the same, and am I the same, and what else do I not know about what’s alive inside me? And who will still love me and who will start hating me, and is God involved, or the government maybe, and what if it’s only one girl I want to kiss, and how do I label myself and must I label myself, and what if I change my mind and, really, what if I do burn alive?
—  Heather Hogan