fuck it we're using the men's room

purple purse & floral pants & all

feels less dangerous than getting in the way of a cis woman cleaning the women's room, given our stubble + chest binder + packer

as a disabled genderqueer in fucking Indiana. we can't risk drawing attention to ourselves in the "wrong" bathroom (there is no "right" bathroom)

but there aren't public rest stops on state routes so fast food restaurants are our best option

they returned 10min later & expected us to have called the number listed to check in for a sleep study

we're too autistic for this

2/

🧪That's some of the trauma I hold. Somewhere. I was a kid. I forgot a lot of it. But sometimes phrases like that come up and I remember.

It's one of the phrases Dad would use. Usually just as a threat. To scare me and my brother back in line.

In case you weren't aware of the research -- www.ox.ac.uk/news/2017-03...

(to address the inevitable claim that "existing studies must've excluded pregnancies carried by autistic people", have you considered just how many autistic people -- esp those who aren't cisgender men -- have no fucking clue they're autistic until their kid gets a diagnosis?)

therefore: pregnant autistic people probably take more acetaminophen than their allistic (non-autistic) counterparts. they're also more likely to have autistic kids

& there are probably dozens of other hypotheses to consider before determining there's a causative relationship

(3/3)

if there's a connection between prenatal acetaminophen use & autism, it can't be proven causative without ruling out alternative hypotheses -- for example:

1) chronic pain conditions occur at an elevated rate in autistic adults, &
2) autism often runs in families

(2/3)

i did successfully get through to them about asbestos, after 10 months. they immediately turned to figuring out who'd misinformed them

didn't fight the other battles, or try to convince them that the city where they bought their car (30min from Portland) was most of the way to Oregon (from Olympia)