Autisticspectrum Stories

Heidi is happy. That's what is the most important, right ? She enjoys the studies she chose, she has great friends, a loving family. Nothing could disturb her tiny world, except maybe for that new feeling she never met before. How to interpret it, understand it ? How to tame it ? (TW: drugs; abusive parents; racism; lesbophobia; homphobia; transphobia; addictions; alcohol; fatshaming; self harm) Disclaimer: English isn't my first language (as you can see on my profile), so it is entirely possible that a few mistakes can make it through my lots and lots of re-reading. Be kind and please help me if you notice something wrong ! Thanks !

Are you an Aspie who's in the struggle to find oneself? Don't worry! You've officially found a safe space here! Hi! I'm Janu_K! I am a teen Aspie, whose goal is to discover more about being an Aspie and learn to understand not just myself, but as part of an Aspie community. Don't be afraid, okay? It's open for everyone to read and learn more about being an Aspie. _________________________________________________________________________________ ~IMPORTANT NOTES~ 1) This is not a story or fanfiction, it's based on journal entries by my own. 2) I'm not an expert or professional at this. I'm merely writing based on my thoughts and experiences. 3) Feel free to leave your honest comments down below :)

Louisa has known that she is the weirdo, the misfit, the girl who doesn't fit in anywhere all her life at school, in work, at college, and when she meets the father of her future children, it starts becoming clearer and more disturbing to her, so she starts asking why can't she just be herself without being shouted at or bullied. To make herself feel loved, she starts having sexual relations outside the marriage. "I said it once, to love others, you have to love yourself first." Louisa didn't love herself, she felt like an imposter, an invader, a person not worth anything. But discovers she can get out of a rut and the depression weighing her down

Just the musings of an autistic spectrum transgender teen. ~ I'm often called emotionless, robotic, mechanical, because i dont express my feelings. But i still feel, i still have emotion, and i write about it. I'm the Mechanical Poet.