We now have custom pronoun necklaces for genderfluid people, multiple systems, or anyone who uses more than one set of gender pronouns. Up to four different pronoun charms can be put on each necklace- flip them over and a different one will be showing in front, so you can change pronouns whenever you like.
We also have a bunch of new knit items, including Neurodiversity Pride rainbow infinity scarves, and other pride scarves.
Our other communication necklaces have been restocked, after several sold out when we were featured on the Artists and Autism facebook page. And we still have Neurodiversity necklaces.
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There is no language in itself, nor are there any linguistic universals, only a throng of dialects, patois, viperslangs, and specialized languages. There is no ideal speaker-listener, any more than there is a homogeneous linguistic community. Language is, in Weinreich’s words, “an essentially heterogeneous reality.” There is no mother tongue, only a power takeover by a dominant language within political multiplicity. Language stabilizes around a parish, a bishopric, a capital. It forms a bulb. It evolves by subterranean stems and flows, along river valleys or train tracks; it spreads like a patch of oil.
Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
I experience my queerness more as a project. I no longer feel like I need to tether myself to one particular way of being in the world. I identify as a queer, gender non-conforming femme. I’m not a boy. I’m not a girl. Most days, I feel more magical than can be captured in words or in gender norms.
DID is having holes in your life. What happened during most of primary school?Who are all these people I have pictures of, I’ve never met them in my life. I don’t remember buying this. I don’t remember saying that. No, sorry, I don’t remember that. That wasn’t me.
DID is having memories you can’t access. Who’s this person? What did they do to me? How could I erase entire sections of my life from my memory? More importantly, why?
DID is having memories that won’t leave you alone. I can still hear him coming up the stairs. Don’t move, he’ll hear you. Don’t speak, or you’ll have it coming. Don’t anger him, or he’ll hurt her. Don’t say that, or they’ll get you. They always do.
DID is always apologising. I’m sorry he yelled at you, I swear that wasn’t me. I’m sorry she said that to you, I swear I don’t believe that. I’m sorry she ruined your day. I’m sorry he hurt you. I’m sorry she’s not me.
DID is hating yourself, yourselves, for simply existing. I shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t be broken. Why am I this way? What did I do to deserve this? I would be better off dead. Why, why, why?
DID is having to share your life with several other people. Some of those people are cruel, and some are nice. Some will work with you, some against you. Some want everything, and some want nothing. But none of them are ever going to leave. You’ll always be stuck with them. You’ll never be alone, ever again.
Please reblog this post! for DID awareness day, I would like to make a list of DID related blogs. If you would like to be on it, please reblog this! I’m going to make the list later this evening (probably in about 15 hours or so) but if you reblog this after that I can always add you :) thanks so much!