Dude this is like an evil fucking post like this is exactly what the World Elite want you to think. This is scary honestly and the fact that there's people that agree with this oh my God this is really scary to see. Autism is caused by vaccines we all know that now. Like you people are insane not to fight against the vaccine industry. I understand accepting current autistic people but to act like there is no cause?? Autistic should be more angry with the vaccine industry than anyone

Sounds like you just hate Autistic people…

Hard to believe people are still this ignorant.

Live updates: Iran says Strait of Hormuz has reverted to 'strict control,' blames U.S. naval blockade Iran says it has reverted to

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Live updates: Iran says Strait of Hormuz has reverted to 'strict control,' blames U.S. naval blockade Closing the Strait of Hormuz was a response to "America's untrustworthiness," the head of Iran's National Security Commission said.

Iranian military officials said this morning that it has reasserted "strict control" over the Strait of Hormuz, citing the continued U.S. blockade of its ports, just one day after declaring the waterway “completely open.”

Ohio’s nursing homes are dumping patients at homeless shelters The scene was concerning enough to prompt the homeless shelter staff to call the fire department. A woman using a walker had shown up, incontinent and carrying “a large bag of medications.”

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Ohio’s nursing homes are dumping patients at homeless shelters

CMS has faulted Eastland and six others in the past few years related to efforts to discharge patients to homeless shelters, most of which were ultimately carried out.

Understanding Autism: My Journey to Acceptance at 29 Discover how realizing my Autism as an adult transformed my understanding of self-worth and the reality of neurodiversity.

I worked hard to change myself, modeling myself after society’s neuro-normative expectations, chiseling parts and pieces of myself away, because they didn’t fit into who or what I thought I was supposed to be.

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Self-compassion was not something I knew or felt I deserved. I believed the worst about myself and hated myself for it.

What else was I supposed to do?

For most of my life, I internalized the idea that I was a problem and that I needed to work hard to be worthy of other people’s kindness.

Eventually, the external messaging and projections people placed upon me became internalized, and I started to believe the lies people told me about myself (that I was ‘the problem’, ‘a bad seed’, ‘a broken, evil person, born rotten to the core‘).

Being told over and over again that I was ‘bad‘, ‘a problem‘, ‘stubborn‘, ‘lazy‘, and ‘rebellious‘ when I had no desire or intention to be any of those things had an impact.

However, eventually, after being told often enough that I was ‘bad’ (even when I tried my best to ‘be good’), my desire to ‘be good‘ would dissolve, as being a ‘bad kid‘ or a ‘problem child‘ (the title of a popular movie when I was growing up) became a key aspect of my identity.

Back then, nobody knew I was Autistic, not me, my teachers, or any of the other adults charged with my care.

Back then, I still had a strong desire to ‘be good‘ even if the teacher’s ideas of ‘good behavior’ were nearly impossible for me to attain.

How Being the "Problem Child" Nearly Killed Me (And Why My Autism Diagnosis Saved My Life) I didn't know I was Autistic until I was 29. Before that, I just knew I was tired—tired of being told my best wasn't good enough, tired of feeling like a problem that needed solving, and so exhausted.

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... it was determined that my reading level was 12+ (college level), and I could, in fact, read better than most kids my age. Then I was sent back to the mainstream classroom, to a very frustrated teacher who was convinced I could do what she was asking, but was refusing to do so.

At first, my teacher thought it was because I couldn’t read, and I was sent to special education for reading support to help me ‘catch up‘ with my peers. However, after sitting me down at a computer for a reading test,...

If I managed to get any sounds out, they would be whisper-quiet, or I would stutter, unable to express what I understood or knew out loud and share it with the people around me.

Anxiety-induced selective mutism, I’ve heard it called, but at the time, I had no idea what it was or why it was happening to me. I only knew that when my teacher called on me to read aloud, it felt as if my brain forgot where my mouth lived or how to properly form words.

... because I was nervous and afraid to read in front of my peers, who mercilessly bullied me whenever the teacher wasn’t looking (and sometimes in front of the teacher).

In addition to struggling to know what passage I was supposed to read, my anxiety meant I also couldn’t read out loud, despite the books being way below my reading level, ...

Whenever my teacher ‘caught me off-track‘, I would be scolded in front of the others in my class for ‘not paying attention,’ and that was embarrassing.

I struggled to follow along because my zippy ADHD brain had trouble focusing at the grueling pace and kept zipping ahead. I often didn’t know which sentence or paragraph I was supposed to read when I was called upon.

... despite the teacher and other students’ painfully slow reading pace, so that I could read aloud when called upon during popcorn reading in the daily circle time, but I couldn’t do it.

In addition to being still and quiet all day, it was also expected that I wouldn’t read ahead (something I frequently got in trouble for) and that I would follow along, ...

However, I was still expected to ‘sit quietly, actively listen, and engage appropriately‘ (while bored out of my mind) with my body still, my mouth shut, and eyes on the teacher (even if that wasn’t what my attention looked like).

In elementary school, class was painfully boring, and many of the lessons my teacher was supposed to teach me were things I already knew.

How Being the "Problem Child" Nearly Killed Me (And Why My Autism Diagnosis Saved My Life) I didn't know I was Autistic until I was 29. Before that, I just knew I was tired—tired of being told my best wasn't good enough, tired of feeling like a problem that needed solving, and so exhausted.

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I would ‘hit the wall‘ and keep on pushing, dissociated from the reality of my own wants, needs, hopes, and desires, pushing towards reaching the unrealistic expectations the world had for me.

By adulthood, I knew how to push myself so hard that I frequently would make myself physically ill and then keep going, even as the stress and exhaustion turned into migraines and stomach distress, ignoring my body and mind as it screamed out, begging me for rest.

Eventually, I started to internalize that my best wasn’t enough... and by extension, neither was I.

Being that I am, and always have been, an ‘all or nothing‘ type of person, I put in my best effort, but it often wasn’t sufficient and was frequently seen as laziness.

“If you’d only try a little harder,” my teachers would say to me, without the knowledge that I’d already tried my hardest.