Say something positive about yourself.

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i have at least one BM a day.

My blood type is positive. O+.

^^^that is the #1 most posi+ive thing i've read here yet!

Don't push me.
I'm still thinking.

I use most of my time productively for myself in things like making art and it's OK to spend my evenings watching TV.

I am blood type O- I can give blood to absolutely everyone, but I won't unless asked very nicely.

I believe I will eventually find myself a place where I can connect with others without being judged.

i would gladly give blood despite the sharp pain of the poke, but cannot due to having too many pharmaceuticals in it for general donation.

This reminds me of Dragonsanddemons
For obvious reasons
Her spirit is totally like this too ...undefeated ThoUgh she may think differently day to day of herself.. as such ppl always seem to do...

Like my NT sister, I will continue my valiant effort to never give in to gender stereotypes.

I have tremendous self-control and maturity/patience in lots of interpersonal thibgs which I don't give myself credit for usually.

Need to remember that as ppl esp NTs can sense a sensitive conscience and somehow use that to try and gaslight you... NT is a whole disorder in itself isnt it

Gonna post on here instead of making a post out of this. So it will be long and bragging. To avoid bragging elsewhere.

When I was 3, I created an elaborate family tree of dolls and created complicated narratives for them.
I could read before I could talk intelligibly.
I could tell who had picked out a biscuit for me based on their tendency to use hand-cream or not. My auntie’s biscuits tasted different.
I could eat half a jar of pickled onions. Aged 3…
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I figured out who I was at 7 with no external influences like kids might have nowadays. I stuck true to myself despite the odds not to.
School cancelled WW2 studies after a term of learning it. I went on learning it for 3 years after the fact.
I did a reading test. It said I had a reading age of 17.
I did a week-long typing course which was meant for adults and was one of the fastest typists in my class.
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I read Animal Farm. I was 9.
Mum was in hospital and I coped. I was 10. She was and is the person I love most in the world.
I created elaborate imaginary worlds.
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When my best friend left, I was independent enough to be picky about my next choice instead of just looking around for anyone.
My teacher said I had conversational skills above my own age because I talked to him about chaos theory.
In the summer holidays, I would occupy myself independently or I would hang out with neighbour kids. I wasn’t needy on the school kids like some people would have been.
I read Brave New World. I was 11.
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I went to Disney Land and spotted all the Hidden Mickeys and noticed architecture and the way it changes gradually between lands.
I became an anti-imperialist aged 12.
I had debates with adults over politics. Not just family. A principle was a principle, full stop.
I was in the top sets.
I was in all the subject clubs like geography club and French IT club.
I didn’t squabble with friends. Instead, I picked the right friends in the first place. My cousins always got in fights with this girl or that girl not liking them.
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When I left for a rough school where I got bullied, I stayed basically myself. Worst thing is I changed at all.
I focused on my studies.
I still managed to get A* in English literature and A in English.
I didn’t give into peer pressure to do stupid stuff like underage drinking, a lot of sex (underage mostly) or smoking (underage mostly).
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At uni, I read all the books.
At uni, I attended all the lectures.
At uni, I got a first in creative writing module and feminism module.
I read Ulysses when I was 21. It took a week. It wasn’t considered easy enough for people on my course to study.
I also read 100 books in my free time.
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I did an MA with STEM in it even though I was told at school I couldn’t do STEM cos I was dyspraxic. I learnt to code.
I told my friend to go to the police when nobody else had her back. I listened to her after she was attacked.
Somehow, I managed to retain the principles I developed at 12.
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When I graduated, I looked for work right away and kept looking for hundreds of jobs cos I am not actually workshy.
I did have good people skills. Good people skills looks like treating all customers equally regardless of demographics, telling kids off for bullying and helping a widower waive the late fees his wife ‘accrued’ when she was dead… Instead of having a ‘jobsworth’ policy over the last one.
I didn’t however give into racism, homophobia, gossip and mean-spiritedness when that was the order of the day. Why should I give into peer pressure aged 23? I hadn’t done at 14.
I went to Florence and noticed not just the big art pieces but also the small details of the town. I have a good eye for aesthetics.
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When I got ill, somehow I survived.
When I got ill, I made art.
I wrote one million words.
I moved to a more ‘civilised’ city where people are nicer and also more intelligent.
I did an art course. On the art course, I drew what is actually there. Not the small shadows people seem to see. But the bright, highly detailed world which actually exists.
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Covid Hit. Mum was high risk. I stayed home with her out of principle & cos I’m not needy for social contact & drink & the outside. I stayed inside for 3 months. I still keep my distance.
I developed new hobbies like lego.
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TLDR: I like myself and not just in a ‘everyone should love themselves’ way but in a ‘I think I’m genuinely a worthwhile person and anyone who can’t see it, that’s their loss’ kind of way. I refuse to be dragged down or made to feel like I’m ‘broken’ when I’m clearly not. I’m fed up of labels and negativity over what I listed above or other things for eg my ability to taste the flavour of water or ‘plain’ foods (someone even told me pasta has no flavour lol).

You are tallented. You remind me of my Mother. She could read and write from the age of around two and a half onwards and by the age of six she had read most of the books in the library her aunt ran near where she lived. She could grasp other languages (European) without too much of an issue. She thinksin words in her brain. She does maths by writing them out as words as she thinks. She used to study dictionaries and almost knew every word.

I think in very similar ways to my Mum and so does my brother who is three years younger, so we are on the same wavelength, but I am the opposite with languages, as I strughle enough with English as my range of words I use is limited. Though I am on the same wavelength as my Mum, I think in pictures. I convert things into pictures in my brain. When I do maths, I convert numbers into picture dots to do sums and equasions.
(It is when I need to think deeply I do this the most). I can dream up designs and work on them in my brain as if they were on a 3D CAD system. I don't measure much unless I have to.

My Grandad (On my Mums side), along with his Dad were both very tallented designers, and both had good minds.

Strangely, my Dad who I had difficulty connecting with in a mental way as he thought differently somehow, did have a similarity to me. He also rarely ever wrote down his designs. He was a carpenter machinist which was considered one up from being a carpenter joiner as they had to know both. It was rare to see my Dad to write any designs down or write calculations down. He would work things out using his mind. I am very much the same. I had to when I was in school and college, but I soon went back to mind exploration and realized how I can use my mind to design things in picture form, and piece together seperate parts and bring them together as one working design in my mind.
Both my Dad and I (And my brother 3 years younger) were interested in how things worked. (I do have another brother 18 years younger who is very intelligent and he had top marks (Or near top marks) in his exams and never did one bit of revision, and did not see why he should).

Before my youngest brother was born, it was strange as it was as if the rest of us thought my Dad was the odd one in the family for the way he thought (The way his mind worked). I used to marvel how easily he could connect with people. He could go to complete strangers house, knock on the door and soon it was as if he was one of the family! I was never able to do this. It would probably take me years before I could do it with one family let alone many families!
Yet now looking back, I realized that if I am on the spectrum (Not been assessed yet) then my Mum and I believe my brother 3 years younger is as well.
Looking at things from this new perspective and it looks like my Dad was not the odd one, but us three are! Haha!

Anyway. I can keep typing and typing!

i'm getting better at stereoizing monophonic recordings.

I'm a good cook, I have good taste. I'm apparently quite physically attractive. But I've been bloated for a really long time now, like a few months, because of PTSD. Before that, I was menstruating for weeks on end. It was awful and people bullied me about it.

I'm smart, I did well in school. I obey the law. I've never smoked a cigarette or done illegal drugs. I think that irritates some people. I'm far from a dinosaur.

I'll inherit my parents' house one day, but if they get sick, they'll drain our family assets and then I'll really have nothing. I'm the "hot chick" at work so the women there just smirk at me. I've never had a ton of friends.

I think I over-answered the question.

I’m a good singer.