Favorite things that canonically happened in the Pokemon games:

-Rival Green/Blue takes a picture with your HGSS character because he thinks you’re cool

-he’s also feeling pretty peachy

-Erika talks crud

-someone was like making out or something in Bill’s yard in GSC 

-Giovanni literally ditches his son because he’s upset about a 10 year old beating his butt

-Silver tears a layer of your clothes off

-Children hate Steven Stone because his obsession with rocks is weird

-Prof. Birch runs away from his wife because he thinks she’s a pokemon

-There’s a tv show in Hoenn called the “Hoenn Rangers”

-There’s a magazine about exposed champions

-Characters who act attracted to you usually act the same no matter what gender you are

-Rival Barry gets distracted by a crogunk cutout when the world is ending

-Team plasma + stuff bad for team plasma= plasbad

-N knows the lyrics burn baby burn somehow

-N shouts “that’s an ugly formula!”

- Prof. Birch runs away from his wife because he thinks she’s a pokemon

(add your own bc this is just getting good)

other tips for new cat owners / people who may get cats soon:

no, getting a grown cat won’t be boring / less cute! they’ll become just as attached to you as a kitten. get a cat that speaks to you (literally or figuratively, maybe you want a cat that’s chatty). older cats will be so appreciative to have a home. 
people get rid of their cats for all kinds of unfair reasons. just the ones i’ve seen on the craigslist listings in the last 5 minutes: “i am just more of a dog person (7mo old kitten)”, “we hoped she would get over her kittenish behavior, she has not (2yr old cat)”, “i need to get rid of my cat before my baby is born (3yr old cat)”.
you can totally pick up a beautiful, loving, grown up kitty who will be needing some comfort after getting dumped. just look at this girl.

(taken off craigslist) she would be more than happy to live her cat life with you. is she not cute? she is. she is cute. so, ultimately, adopt whatever cat you like, but don’t rule out older cats!

nextly: no no, do NOT declaw your cat. DON’T DO IT. I’M TELLIN YA.
it’s a deeply painful procedure, actually removing the entire first knuckle, not JUST the nail. it causes long-term and potentially permanent pain in the cat, and can lead to nasty infections, behavioral problems, and helplessness if they ever find themselves outside and in need of protection or climbing abilities.
“but i don’t want my cat to scratch me / my kid / my furniture!” okay, i feel you, but there are other, cheaper, less inhumane options. my favorite of which are claw caps.

you gently press on your cat’s foot (to unsheath their claws), and place the soft cap onto their claw using the glue that’s included in any soft paw kit you get. it might take some getting used to on the cat’s part, but it should under no circumstances be painful, and when the kitty’s claws grow, the cap just kinda falls off, and you’ll put another one on.
you can also file or clip their nails down! if you’re too nervous or clumsy to do it, your vet will usually do it for a small fee, or a groomer can take care of it. Personally, I just let my cats’ claws hang out and accept the pokes when they knead on me, since i don’t have any little babies or expensive upholstery in my home. 

No, cats ain’t “low maintenance”. This is a living, social creature, not a chiapet. Especially if you’re raising them from kittenhood, they need a lot of attention and resources. cuddles, playtime, training, health care, feeding, cleaning up their facilities. you get a pet to interact with, not to buy and leave it be! a cat that you don’t socialize is going to be very moody and sad. get a pet if you plan to invest the time and energy they need- if not, maybe we can come back to that cactus idea? 

Cats need meat. I repeat, cats cannot survive without meat. Dogs need meat too- but cats are incapable of creating taurine in their own, and where do you find taurine? meat! hallelujah!! 
Feeding cats a vegan or vegetarian diet is a slow form of starvation and animal abuse. If you’re not comfortable feeding an animal meat, please do not adopt a carnivore. There are plenty of vegetarian mammals that you would be much better suited owning, but do not abuse your cats just because of your own feelings about protein. 
Without enough taurine in a cat’s diet, severe health problems will follow, like blindness, weak and decaying teeth, weak heart, and digestive issues. This is terrible. This objectively sucks. So pretty please give your cat a proper diet!

It’s way way safer to have an indoor cat. I don’t need you to tell me that you want your cat to be with you for many years, ‘cause I already know you do. Outdoor cats are exposed to wild animals, animal abusers, poisonous substances, cars, harsh weather, kidnapping, and diseases. Cats like rolling around in grass and grabbing birds from trees, and that’s great, but having an outdoor cat makes for a steep decrease in their estimated lifespan. The average lifespan of an indoor cat is 16.8 years, whereas outdoor cats average out to a hard-hitting 5.6. Ouch. 
So it’s definitely safer to keep a cat indoors! If you’re adopting a young kitten, it won’t be hard, since they won’t be expecting outdoor time already. If you’re still really into that whole grass idea, you should totally grow some indoor grass for your cat to chill in. 

good.

that’s everything i can think of for the moment, but please don’t be afraid to do your own research on animal care. there are tons of resources out there, and if you have a good vet, they’ll answer any questions you have! 

thank you for readin’ about cat care. as a reward, i’m adding a picture of toby as a baby. enjoy.

villain deku ideas??
  • he’s born with a quirk thats similiar to All for One in that he can use other people’s quirks?
  • ok lemme elaboraatee on that
  • so i was thinking he was boring with like a dot on his stomach, its small, about the size of a pencil eraser and white?? everyone is like ‘well its a Quirk but we’re not sure what?? it does??’ so his parents take him home and wait
  • when hes about one he’s running around shirtless with his dad when he suddenly starts breathing fire!! at first his parents are like ecstatic because he’s inherited his dad’s quirk!!! but then they notice the dot has turned black and its growing
  • it covers his whole torso before izuku lets out a cough and suddenly he can’t breath fire anymore 
  • the dot is small and white again
  • so they find out he can ‘borrow’ people’s Quirks by sort of breathing in and swallowing near them! it only lasts a certain amount of time though and once the dot on his belly covers his torso he loses it

more under cut because this got super long….

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for some platonic headcanons for Lance and Pidge? I just really love their friendship man. They're the gaming buddies who will drag each other (both into situations, and playfully insulting each other).

heck yeah you can!! i love lance + pidge interactions so much tbh (a bit of bonus keith and shiro in here for effect)

  • they both know that sibling feel so they kinda fell into each other like that
    • act like bickering siblings
    • are also as close as siblings and will fite anyone who hurts the other in any way
    • lance: let me have the next turn on the game console or your alien sock collection gets it / pidge: YOU WOULDN’T DARE
    • *something happens that is obviously pidge’s fault* lance: i ain’t no snitch 
  • lance: pidge do u love me / pidge: id sell u to satan for one cornchip / lance: wow binch im worth at least two
  • BUT ALSO
  • lance: pidge do u love me / pidge: who hurt u who made u doubt my love for u who do i have to fite tell them to turn on their location
  • lance will literally sit on pidge to win a spar and shiro is just…so done…
    • shiro: lance…that won’t work against a galra soldier… / lance: it will if they’re tiny B^) / pidge: yOU’RE LUCKY I’M OUT OF BREATH, LANCE
  • TRANS BUDDIES
    • keith is also a trans buddy and anyone who says they all can’t be trans buddies is cordially invited to meet me in the pit
    • if either one of them references being trans in any way shape or form, the others just
    • “WE GET IT. YOU’RE TRANS.”
  • pidge can and will enlist lance to give her rides on his shoulders so she can reach things
  • meme teme
    • constantly making references
    • pidge: eat a healthy snack, rebecca / lance, staring longingly into space: i want chipotle / pidge: THATS NOT A HEALTHY SNACK REBECCA
    • an asteroid starts crumbling for some reason / lance and pidge in perfect sync: tag yourself im the asteroid
  • pidge steals everyone’s jackets/vests, and keith’s WOULD be her fav, but it’s a hacket (half jacket) so lance’s wins cause it’s a full jacket AND also is the only one with a warm hood. which she hides in.
  • if lance is wondering where his jacket went, he just has to look for pidge, or rather, his jacket in the shape of pidge since it covers like 90% of her
  • pidge absolutely kicks lance’s ass at 90% of video games
    • exceptions are FPS and minigames (like in mario party) he kicks ass at those get rekt pidge
    • mario kart is neutral ground its race or die in mario kart who knows who’ll get the next blue shell
    • spoiler: it’s pidge. it’s always pidge. she hacked the game.

kanto mom: completely dismisses her son until he becomes a hermit on a mountain top for 3 years, then she misses him

johto mom: ready to help at all times, will always mom her child, spoils child but doesn’t even know her own kid’s interests

hoenn mom: tired, done with Norman’s garbage, trusts that her child can take care of their self, wants child to deal with Norman

sinnoh mom: young at  heart, does contests and enjoys travel, loves her child and doesn’t want them to worry

unova mom: super supportive, outgoing ex-trainer, absolutely heartbroken over their missing child but tries to hide it

unova mom the sequel: gentle, always there for their kid, will always listen, great friendship with her child

kalos mom: famous, flirts with any attractive man, ran over her own husband with a rhyhorn and laughs about it 

Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.

A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.

I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.

Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.

My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.

I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.

“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.

He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I sighed.

“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”

I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.

“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.

I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.

He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.

I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”

“And people stare?” He pressed.

“Yep,” I said shortly.

“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”

I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.

“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.

“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.

"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.

I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?

“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”

He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably. 

I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.

“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.

“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”

As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.

At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”

Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.

“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.

“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.

“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.

"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.

“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.

He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.

“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.

“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.

“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.

“I just want to say that you’re great.

I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.

“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.

After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism. 

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

best team skull grunts:

rah rah cool cats

  • grunts A and B ask you if you remember them, and if you say no they shrug and switch places to see if that helps, even though they look exactly the same
  • the one that tries to steal berries from an old man, gets called out, and tells him not to say that because his “self-esteem is already low”
  • the grunt squatting on a route that says he is in pain because squats are hard
  • grunts stealing the bus sign
  • the one female grunt who really loves carnvine but doesn’t have one on her team yet (someone get her a carnvine)
  • the rapping duo manning the po town pokecenter that are broke and probably spent too much time practicing that rap 
  • the guy passed out (drunk?) in said pokecenter next to a spinda
  • two miscommunicating male grunts: one is trying to send a signal about being invaded, the other, “does he think I’m hot or something?”
  • whichever grunt has that cute room decorated with plushies
  • the grunt sleeping across two beds
  • two fourth-wall-breaking female grunts arguing about their tank tops
  • the one that gets really confused when you sit on guzma’s chair
  • “wanna see me get hit with hyperbeam?” grunt who will do anything for money
  • the grunt that knows he will loose, so he just leaves without fighting you

One of the reasons I’m committed to fighting echo chambers on the left is that I want to create a space where people feel comfortable saying, “I don’t know if I agree with you on X Y and Z, but I do agree with you on X and you bring up a compelling point about Y,” and where they won’t be derided and harassed for saying that.

Some examples of this are:

  • A white vegan saying, “I don’t think culture is an excuse to kill animals, but I understand how it would be unhelpful for everyone if I crusaded against indigenous peoples’ hunting practices, so I will direct my energy elsewhere.”
  • A straight Christian saying, “I believe that homosexuality is a sin, but it’s not my job to pass judgement on other people’s sins. I’m going to treat the gay people in my life with as much respect as I treat everyone else, and that includes not trying to convince or ‘cure’ them out of their gayness.”
  • A cis person saying, “I don’t really see trans folks as their chosen gender no matter how hard I squint – but if someone says they want to be referred to with certain pronouns and as I certain gender, I will do that.”

A leftist community that values all-or-nothing, unwavering adherence to a single set of politics – a community where you’re either in or you’re out, you’re with us or against us – will probably view these people as:

  • A white vegan saying saying, “I think indigenous peoples’ cultures are immoral.”
  • A straight Christian saying, “I think homosexuality is a sin.”
  • A cis person saying, “I don’t actually see you as the gender you think you are.”

And they will pick fights with people over these things. “What do you mean you think that? You disgusting racist/homophobe/transphobe!” Thus these people will be made to feel unwelcome in the community, and they will leave, and the people who pushed them out will feel good because they kept the community safe from a disgusting racist/homophobe/transphobe.

Meanwhile, these are the people who just got kicked out:

  • A white vegan saying, “I am not going to crusade against indigenous peoples’ hunting practices.”
  • A straight Christian saying, “I am not going to trying to ‘cure’ gay people or otherwise convince them to stop being gay.”
  • A cis person saying, “I am going to respect people’s gender and pronoun choices.”

In other words, potential allies. 

(To be clear, this is not me saying that you have to interact with anyone you don’t want to interact with. You are free to follow and unfollow and blacklist and block whoever you want to, for whatever reason you want to. This is about a phenomenon where an entire community decides to shut out an individual because their ideology isn’t 100% perfect.)

The right is equally bad about creating spaces where people feel comfortable with compromises and partial disagreements. If we can figure how to do it, then we’ll have a significant advantage in getting people on our side.

My least favorite part about being autistic/adhd is executive dysfunction. But not just for like,,, small meaningless tasks such as:

“oh I need to go to the bathroom but I really don’t want to get up/stop whatever I’m doing.” *forgets for three hours until suddenly it’s if I don’t get to the bathroom right now I will pee my pants and then I get up and sprint the I can’t get up moment is gone*

But also in cases like:

My therapist: okay so you need to do this really important thing because by doing this important thing you’ll be able to get out of your parents’ house and actually start doing things in life. You can do it at any point in time this week it doesn’t really matter when. (I don’t mean this in the way of oh you’ll never get anything done with your life if you don’t do *insert bullshit here* I mean that right now because I’m stuck in my parents’ house it feels like my life is literally on pause and that’s possibly the main source of my depression other than autistic burnout and my brain doing funky stuff. It’s also the cause of 99% of my anxiety)

Me: *immediately forgets that I have to do The Thing the second I walk out of the therapists office*

Me sometime during the week: *suddenly remembers* oh yeah I have to do The Thing….. yeah I don’t really feel like doing that right now *pushes Thing to the back of my mind*

Me next therapy appt: so I didn’t do The Thing

And another case:

Me: I need to go get those x-rays done, so I’m gonna gather my things and then drive over. *spends the next four hours doing stuff on my phone, talking to friends, gathering items, lounging around* oh shit my x-rays *finally starts getting ready but it takes me like half an hour to actually get into the car and start driving*

But like, once I’m doing something it’s fine. I have literally no problems. Well, for the most part. But I don’t have any problems continuing to do something. Basically my brain functions like the laws of physics. “An object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon by another force” and “an object at rest will stay at rest unless acted upon by another force”

So if I’m cleaning and I’ve managed to get into “cleaning mode” then well I’ll clean until the room is done. But if I take one single break, even something like a break for lunch, I can’t get back to cleaning. And oftentimes that means that I can’t get back to cleaning for a month or even longer.

I have no idea why that is, all I know is it has to do with executive functioning skills, which executive dysfunction is a part of, and that this is a symptom of both adhd and autism. However I don’t know /why/ my brain can’t do things properly. And it’s not just with things I dislike either. I haven’t been able to read a book properly for a long long time even though I love reading :/

You: Sonic is arrogant and only cares about his image and being cool and getting credit for saving the day

Me, an intellectual: While Sonic has a very high level of self-confidence and tends to show it more than most video game protagonists, he is certainly not selfish or arrogant. Sonic has done many selfless things and has shown multiple times that he cares about others more than looking heroic. He has not only fought for, protected, and comforted innocent people whenever he could, but has also outright stated multiple times that he does what he does for the greater good - going so far as to say, “It was never about chivalry for me” when talking about why he would abandon his heroic honor for the sake of doing what is right. He might be stubborn or childish at times, and he can get carried away, but his confidence should not be confused for arrogance. He truly has a heart of gold behind his confident smirk and witty catchphrases.

anonymous asked:

Is it wrong to purposely be nonverbal sometimes? What I mean is I know that if I try really hard I COULD be verbal but it would be much easier and less stressful to just stop speaking in situations where I feel I have to force the words out. I know there's so many people who can't help being nonverbal so I feel bad that in most situations I can force myself to speak, I just didn't know if it was ok to let myself be nonverbal to help myself deal with the situations where I feel like I need to be

Hey anon-friend.

Is it wrong to purposely be nonverbal sometimes? Is it wrong to purposely be nonverbal sometimes? What I mean is I know that if I try really hard I COULD be verbal but it would be much easier and less stressful to just stop speaking in situations where I feel I have to force the words out.

Nah. It’s not wrong. Just like how it’s not wrong to sit when you could stand, or put down your bag when you could keep holding it. Like how it’s not wrong to use a wheelchair when you can technically walk.

To expand on that last example using my own experiences; there are some days when I might be able to walk a bit, but I would be able to go farther, do more, and be in less pain at the end of the day if I use my wheelchair.

So, if I know I’m going to be out for 4 hours, I could:

a) Force myself to walk for an hour before switching to my chair because I’m tired and in pain, which makes for the next 3 hours being kinda sucky, or

b) Intentionally use my chair from the beginning, even if my pain is manageable and I have energy. This option saves me future pain and potential injury, and also lets me use my energy for other things.

As an autistic person, it’s a very similar situation with speaking. It’s an energy suck and you should feel free to toss the expectation of spoken speech overboard if that’s what is best for you.

As for myself, I do choose not to speak at times, or I choose to use a combination of AAC and speech.

I know there’s so many people who can’t help being nonverbal so I feel bad that in most situations I can force myself to speak, I just didn’t know if it was ok to let myself be nonverbal to help myself deal with the situations where I feel like I need to be

It is okay to save your words. It is okay to choose AAC over speech. It is okay to dedicate that brain power and energy to things you consider more important and living life in general.

Forcing speech can lead to meltdowns and shutdowns. It also contributes to burnout, which sucks, so choosing not to speak can be a way to recover from or prevent those things. 

It’s okay not to force yourself, just like it’s okay when I choose to take my wheelchair on days when I might be able to force myself into walking a bit. You should do what you need to do.

I hope this was helpful.