In the words of Marvel, "Cognitive recalibration."

Done to Hawkeye by Black Widow during 1st Avengers movie.

It suits! Go for it.

#Autism meltdowns are pretty rare for me. This definitely was/is one. I'm still having aftershocks. I'll get over it. In the moment though... I was coming apart, my routine was shot, I couldn't bring myself to do anything but search for the damn remote!

I did find the spare that was unopened today.

I've searched under the bed, under the nightstands, throughout the blankets, pillows, stuffies, and clothes on the floor. I stripped the bed completely. Room looks like a hurricane threw everything everywhere.

Nope. At this point, I literally can only say, "The Fae took it." 🤬

a person is laying on a pile of leaves with the words `` in my head , at that moment ... '' Alt: a person is laying on a pile of leaves with the words `` in my head , at that moment ... ''

Had a bad night. Complete meltdown. 😢 The bedroom TV remote disappeared completely. I searched for an hour. Nope. Hubby tried to soothe me by saying just keep playing Skyrim, he didn't mind. Nope. It was watching TV time with my Hubby and we couldn't. This was all internal meltdown, to be clear.

I'm just holding the teachings for the next generation. It's my responsibility to make sure it carries into the future, exactly as I was originally taught. I wasn't tapped for glory or profit. I was chosen to be that bridge into the future. I'm content with this.

It just saddens me how others fall.

Creator showed me I wasn't allowed to leave until I passed on the teachings I'd received. I had nearly died. After I understood, 3 students showed up within a month. I didn't look for them. All 3, 1st Nation roots. All 3 had Nations that lost their teachings/ways long ago. I see myself as a bridge.

I'm always aware that I'm white. That yet again, even being brought into the lineages was still a form of privilege. I made a vow to be in service to the people when I completed my traditional training. I fight to honor that vow until my last breath. The people who need me, find me. I don't charge.

This truly saddens me. 💔

Though I was "adopted" into two 1st Nation lineages by the Elders of those lineages, I keep my mouth shut. That was in my early 20's. I don't seek financial gain from it. Never have. I don't seek "community" recognition. I'd rather others receive it. I'm just available.

Toxic positivity. Honestly, it's been from the beginning, back in the 70's. The New Age thing. I remember it as a kid. I also remember staring them in eyes while ignoring what they said to me. The energy felt... shitty. I guess lil Scorpio me knew what it was and refused to engage. Life long habit.

"Why?"

- Ancient Austic Proverb

Apparently my favorite my entire life, from the moment I could understand the word.

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The squish factor is giving me joy with every squeeze!❤️❤️

His praises sung in alt text!

#Witch #GayWitch #WitchSky #Pagan #TheClick #Meme #Gay
#InnerChild #CPTSD

My extremely squishy, extremely soft Emotional Support Demon Doughboi! He's chonky! He's 5 times the size of the original.

They put TOE BEANS on the lil feets!!! The contrasting texture makes them stand out as you rub your fingertips over them!

Tag attached to his butt, topside. Text Makeship Emotional Support Demon Doughboi By The Click Only 3,307 made

Tag attached to his butt, reverse side. Text Official Makeship Product Hologram [(Designed by creators, fueled by fans) in a circle around letter M] November 2025 Makeship.com Designed in Canada

With the last 3 & 1/2 months being extremely subpar in experiences & generally, I've had little that just gives me pure, undiluted joy.

An unexpected delivery arrived last night. It being Sunday, it wasn't usual. Imagine my surprise & utter delight when I opened my package to this. ⬇️ ⬇️ IYKYK ⬇️

Not exactly spun, as I understand the term. More jolted momentarily by not waking up before sunrise. The light difference, even humidity difference between pre-dawn and pre-noon. Pretty much ok otherwise.

*hugs*

Alt text with each pic gives more details about Eros and cheese taxation.

Eros eyeing my lunch. Specifically, my pile of sharp cheddar cheese. Like his departed elder sister (He was born a year after both girls had passed.), he really does love this specific cheese. Sharp cheddar and sharp white cheddar brings him from wherever he was right to me. Athena and Eros are the only 2 cats in my 55 years of cats in my life that not only wanted cheese, but actually ate it if offered tiny amounts.

Eros midspeech during his conversation with me about taxation on delicious foods under established Feline Law. He was verbose, though thoughtful in articulating his argument position. He also never once during his lecture reached a paw to help himself to the object of his desire. No. He chose the path of explanation and persuasion. He did not choose violence!

Eros waiting for my decision after he concluded his excellent speech on human generosity, the true spirit of sharing noms, and the Feline legal ramifications of denying payment of food taxes when being collected. He got his taxes. I was impressed with his restraint about helping himself. He also didn't attempt a mugging (use of paw claws on bare human skin) either. He was a perfect gentleman. If only all taxes collectors were a fraction as polite, calm, gentle, and earnest.

A story in 3 pics.

Eros tried to tell me that the cheese tax was on the books like the chicken tax used on my husband.

He was eloquent, loud, & extremely persuasive in his presentation of Feline Law. He got his taxes. (I only give him 3 tiny pieces the size of a match head)
#Cats #Familiar #CatSky

Pastel variegated. 70% wool 30% Viscose. Size US 10 1/2, 6.5mm bamboo needles.

Back to side project #Knitting. Starting this gave me fits. Took 3 times to cast on.

Have frogged twice with those damn weird circle gaps that look like dropped stitches but somehow aren't. 🤬 Caught early enough that it wasn't a ton of wasted stitches to redo.

Pretty pleased with the casting edge.

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💔 for your morning.

She's high masking AuDHD. Was shocked I could tell before she told me. Eldest Spawn is ADHD, middle is Autistic, youngest is actually standard issue. She produced 1 of each flavor! 😂

I'm close with them all. I've given middle kid some tools for managing his overwhelm with tactile sensory objects. 😊

Oooomph! My body did a complete shutdown on me. Woke up at 1030am... not at all normal for me. Fell asleep on the couch maybe around midnight, woke up at 430am, staggered to bed.

It happens but rarely. Just have to roll with it. My standard average is 3-5 hours sleep.

#ChronicIllness #Fibro #CMT1A

He managed a nod. I pushed him into the side of my stomach, holding him against me, gently but firmly. In about 5 minutes he settled. His mom told me that normally, the level of meltdown usually took an hour or more to cycle. I just knew. I've been friends with her & her 3 boys for 6 years now.

When I first met my current neighbor's (then 8, now 11) middle kid, he was in full meltdown during the stress of moving in. I recognized myself in him instantly. I asked his mom if it would be ok for me to try to help him through it. She consented. She's AuDHD herself. I asked him if I could hug.

Price & sizes on C7 and D7, please.

Still finding my footing/balance with attempting "Lessons from the Porch Domain". It'll be interesting which part of my brain has dominance from week to week: ADHD chaos or Autistic order. So far, once a week holds steady. I already decided that I won't do more than 3 per week. Hoping it resonates.

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*Trollish grin*

Skyclad?

I'll see myself out...

*slinks back to my Porch giggling at my adolescent raunchy humor*

My next therapy appointment is when I found out the psychiatrist officially entered the AS diagnosis to my chart. He hadn't even told me personally. I had sought Autism testing a decade earlier and was denied referral for it. Now it was casually entered into my medical record without me knowing.

I'm now feeling incredibly guilty that my official diagnosis by my psychiatrist wasn't even me trying to get it. I was there to convince him to do the formal ADHD testing. He zeroed in on Autism, citing overlapping symptoms. I persisted. It was ADHD AND Autism. We were both right ultimately