I see so much online about how great spicy food is. I can not stand it. It's horrible and I hate it so so so much. I genuinely don't get the appeal of spicy food. I don't get why others like spicy food... Why do people LIKE burning their mouths? Why???

I try to eat something that is supposedly only mildly spicy and supposedly tastes SO good and it feels like my mouth is on fire and it takes at least ten-twenty minutes to stop feeling like my mouth is burning. I have the spice tolerance of the average white person because of my sensory issues I think (not really I like seasoning just not spice. Ever. In any food. No exceptions)

Story time that's deeply related to this post... One time I was at an aunt's house and my aunt cut up some watermelon for us and I LOVE watermelon 10/10 food. So of course I immediately started eating it the second she served it to the people at her house. But there was something Weird about the watermelon... It was spicy. Watermelon is not a spicy food. I asked everyone else about this and nobody else thought it was spicy. After trying to figure out the reason it was spicy to me, the only conclusion that could explain it was that my aunt used the same knife or cutting board (I don't remember which this was back in like 2021 or 2022 maybe my memory isn't great) that she had used to cut something spicy, and despite washing it I could still taste the spice because of my autism. This has been repeatedly proved to most likely be the case because of me repeatedly finding not spicy food spicy, and this only applying to food other people cut (and mainly when they were sure they had cut something spicy for themselves as the last food they used the knife/cutting board for)...

I don't get the appeal of spice. I can't even handle the most mild spicy stuff. Sorry if there's any misspellings I low-key just had a mental breakdown (do not ask about this do not comfort me about this do not mention this in your replies. It's okay I'm okay now if I think about what caused it again too hard I'm going to have another mental breakdown probably. I just wanted to explain away any weird writing and or misspellings) and felt the need to get out the rest of my emotions by complaining about a non-issue so this probably isn't that greatly written,, I just hate spicy food a lot. It's the one thing I just don't get why people like at all. I can usually at least understand people liking things I don't (relevant example: onions. I hate onions so much but I can get the appeal at least a bit) but spice? Why? Why is this enjoyable to eat for anyone? Spice only makes my mouth feel like it's on fire. It's barely even a flavor to me, it's just fake fire that doesn't technically hurt most people. I just don't get it... No bad feelings to anyone who likes spice it's just the worst food thing ever to me.

I did it, I dead-doved myself in the ADHD community I was a part of 🕊🥀⚰️ The horrors of gentle educating by a fellow community-member 😱🚩 The villainy of sandwiching every basic statement of fact with charitable acknowledgements to make the delivery more ingestible 😈😈 The evilness of hand-holding statements that presume the best in people so as not to make them immediately defensive ☣️👹 the audacity to cite lived experience 🤢🤮 someone jail me before my evil words result in the decimation of an entire community!! 🗣💣💥 this is SERIOUS business and a threat to ALL mankind!! 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

Stomach is turning😵‍💫, body is sweating 😰, bootyhole on fire 🔥, praying for forgiveness 🙏 .

My autistic brain is raging when i am called by cis guys with he/him pronouns replying to my comments where I USE FEMALE PRONOUNS

I need explanation why am I treated like that. I am in pure rage

im literally weeping I LOVE HIM! i would take a bullet for my boyfriend 🥰😍😍😍

It turns out that I don’t like (some) dogs. Err, being around them I guess. I haven’t really felt like I can talk about this because dogs are very fetishized and I think if I say that then people will get defensive and say that my vibes are sinister. No, I don’t think dogs are evil, bad people; I simply don’t like being around them sometimes. I think it’s for autism and PTSD reasons. The barks send me into a panic. They’ll be lying there fully still, and then RARARA without warning. If the barking persists, it takes my brain offline and I feel like radio static and Bad. I hate the licking. It feels like a nightmare. They don’t understand personal space. They Zerg rush me with total sensory overload. Developing these feelings sent me down a rabbit hole and I guess dog attacks and hospitalizations from them are way more common than I had realized. I went to an event recently where 3 people were bit by a dog, like hospital bad.

I’m in a situation where I live with dogs that I don’t like. Err, don’t like being around. They lick and bark all the time, at any time. I think it’s less likely here, but I feel like I have to phrase things a certain way or people will accuse me of things. I think it’s ridiculous to think that I’m saying “I think these dogs are immoral people” but I hear that kind of sentiment a lot. This is a rant but also does anybody have any advice? The thing I’d like to most figure out how to cope with is the persistent barking. I can’t afford noise canceling headphones, but I think that might be the solution unfortunately.

If im on the verge of a shutdown or meltdown watching a few videos of either of these (depending on my mood) can really fix me right up! sharing because I wish i knew this when I was diagnosed 4 years ago!! For missing dinosaurs 2 of the most recent are music videos which don't interest me. I like the pretty rainbow shapes and movements they have in like every other video though!! :D

Idiots biking and driving and talking outside when i already want to rip off my skin how dare

Unpopular opinion but lock all people up when they make a noise. If i have to suffer from them, let them suffer too

But I hate living my social life through my fucking phone, I’ve always hated it. The reason I have people is so I can see those people; have fun with those people. My socially battery usually isn’t drained until I leave anything social, otherwise I’m fuelled by being with people, I thrive with it and I can’t imagine a world without being around people.

But I can, because that’s the problem, I’m still here, in my house.

I’m sure online friends work too but I myself have nothing but disdain for such a thing, it’s just an excuse for people to not leave the house.

!!I DON’T WANT ADVICE OR REASONS YOU THINK HE DID IT, I JUST WANT SOME COMMISERATION!! I am safe and not suicidal!!

He didn’t say it as such, but that’s what I think has happened. He said to me that he was hit with the question in his mind of “I don’t know if I love you the same way you love me,” and that we’re at different points in our lives. I helped lift him up out from rock bottom and got him back on his feet, and just as I was starting to become more independent, getting my license, getting a part-time job, and not needing him as much, then he just dropped it on me at the very end of a very nice, normal day. 7.5 years down the drain, and he didn’t even give me or us a chance. Said he felt it wasn’t fair to me, but I think it’s even less fair to not talk to me about it and discern if it was just a lost spark or a total lost cause.

I’m 31 and feel like my life is over, I have to move back in with my low key ableist parents who still treat me like a child. I am self-employed but don’t make enough to live on my own. I am back in my home town with no friends and I have to show my face around people I went to high school with. I organized so much of my life and future around him that now I just feel completely aimless. Anything that came our way would’ve been okay because we would’ve had each other. We were making the finances work, but now I am just back at square one with a dead end degree (thanks anthropology), having moved away from all of my friends and connections, I just feel like I have nothing.

I am so close with his mother and sister and our friends I met through him, and they keep telling me that they aren’t going anywhere and they’re here to support me, but all I see in them is everything that reminds me of him. Everything about everything reminds me of him. Everything I enjoy I want to share with him. I didn’t get any physical affection from anyone but him and I hate being touched by other people. I just want to scream and rage and collapse into his arms all at the same time. He wants to stay friends and tells me I am still his favorite person on earth, and he’s being so supportive and caring but it is infuriating because those are the reasons I love him so much.

Everyone keeps telling me the same things. That I’ll start to feel better soon, that I will adjust to this new normal, that you never know what the future holds, that I need to focus on getting myself on my own two feet, but all I want and need in this moment is him. They keep saying maybe he wasn’t the one if he couldn’t return the same love I had for him, but we had it before! He said he started to feel it less and less the past few months while we were under the extra financial stress. He was absolutely perfect for me and I cannot express how much my whole body and soul feel like they’re being ripped in two at the sound of hearing the absolute love of my life say “I don’t think you’re the one for me.”

I keep on thinking to myself “we’re not fucking dead, why aren’t we at least trying? Why not just take a break and regroup? Why so sudden and why not just talk to me about it first?” It just all seems so rash and I hope the next few days apart from each other really make him reconsider the circumstances, but I really just can’t hold onto hope right now. I keep on thinking “I need to get myself right” but I can’t shake this nagging hope that I’ll get more self sufficient and we’ll be able to revisit us in the future. Hope is what is going to string me along. It is what is going to make me only further disappointed in the future if things don’t work out.

I just get House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain so much more now. The feeling of wishing I could’ve just died his partner instead of living without him.

The other day I was asked what my favourite colour was. I responded with “red”. Apparently this was something that doesn’t make sense at all to the people who asked me because I don’t own any personal items that are red.

I don’t own any red clothes as this would make me a walking warning sign and I cannot warn people of my evil presence lest my ability for evil scheming be hindered by people’s awareness of my existence.

The most red thing I own is my red and black pc monitor.

Actually that is a lie. My most red thing is my smart led bulb that I turn red almost every evening to paint my evil autism liar entirely red each night. This allows me to scheme in the night without affecting my evil sleep schedule - I let my evil interests do that 😈

I'm at the doctor's office rn but I have Chris with me so it's okay #yass

also I took his hat off because it barely fit on his big ass head

ive genuinely been fixated on tarantulas for months, but i can't do house spiders. my pet spider was literally next to me on the kitchen counter, when there was a much smaller house spider obstructing my path. i am freshly showered, and as i was getting my phone to post about the frightening house spiders, a droplet of water fell from my hair and onto my foot. already frightened, this startled me so terribly i threw my phone and screamed. my heart is racing and i am shaking omfg. luckily my family is out of town as it's almost 5AM and i would have woken them up, but that also means i must face this alone. i cannot get to the pantry im so scared 😭

Idk I am extremely obsessed with Finland and being finnish some people think me for a nationalistic nutjob but I just love my nation to bits and love reading about anything relating to the country I live in.

For my entire life I've been acting in a particular fashion which is, simply put: "To do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want, no matter what". If I want to ramble on about my special interests to strangers, I do it. If I want to walk a certain way, I do it. If I don't want to socialize, I don't do it. If I want to scratch an itch in public I do it. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. However I have discovered that a lot of the behavior I do is socially unacceptable. And when I try to change my ways to try and act more normal, I suddenly, somehow forgot what "acting normal" looks like. And a huge reason I'm on this subreddit is to try to learn how to fit in. I made a post about this a couple of days ago and I got some genuinely good advice like "study how neurotypicals act and mimic them" and "try to talk to people about themselves rather than about you". But I'll tell you this: it's going to take a major brain rewiring before I can even begin to act neurotypical.

Curious for the answers xD

This thing, where some people have not developed their brains beyond the age of 3, and are therefore unable to process negatives!
Me: I can do any day, except Friday.
Them: *Big thinking noise* How about Friday?
The only thing they processed was "Friday".
Do I really have to speak to NTs like they are toddlers or dogs, because they cannot comprehend a "not" in a sentence? TT_TT

Consider this scenario: you don't need to worry about having enough to eat or a place to sleep, or about doing exhausting and all-consuming work to keep the first two things. All you do is engage in things you find enjoyable and experience new and interesting things. What is so bad about existing like this? Why do so many people insist that a lack of stress and suffering, a comfortable existence, is a bad thing?

Kill bigots, throw bigots into dumpsters, roundhouse kick a bigot into a electric pole, curb stomp bigots, judo throw bigots into a lawnmower, total bigot annihilation nation

AND IT PAYS REALLY WELL IM GUNA USE ALL OF THE MONEY FOR MY SPECIAL INTERESTS IM NOT SAVING A DIME 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I went to All In and got to watch the WHOLE THING and I was so delighted

all the matches were amazing and honestly I didn't even feel that exhausted after 6 hours

I mean, I TRIED to understand things. I've spent my life being called names. I'm tired, boss