Sometimes, life isn’t about what you achieve — it’s about what makes you feel safe, heard, and human. This isn’t a dev post. This isn’t code. This is about my heart, my brain, and the way I move through the world. I have Asperger Syndrome. I have emotions. I have fear, softness, and hope. I just want to feel okay being me.
🫀 Table of Contents
- 🌸 How I Feel Today
- 🧠 Asperger & Everyday Life
- 💬 What I Wish People Knew
- 👁 When I Felt Seen (or Not)
- 🔋 How I Recharge
🌸 How I Feel Today
I feel soft. Safe. Relaxed. Nice. Not loud or hyper — just okay. And that’s a big thing for me. Feeling safe is not automatic. When I get it, even a little, I breathe better.
- There’s no pressure on me right now
- I can hear my own thoughts clearly
- I feel like I’m allowed to exist
🧠 Asperger & Everyday Life
Asperger Syndrome is part of me. It doesn’t define me, but it shapes how I move. When I talk to people, especially in public, I sweat. A lot. I feel like I’m being judged even if no one says anything. But when I’m with someone calm, soft, or kind — my heart slows down. I can finally breathe right.
- I get overwhelmed by harsh tones or angry expressions
- I often think people are mad at me — even if they’re not
- I crave gentle communication — it’s my oxygen
💬 What I Wish People Knew
I wish someone would just… accept me. Not change me. Not label me. Just say, “you’re okay the way you are.” I want that safety. That quiet support. That hug without needing to ask.
- I’m not being dramatic — I’m just built sensitive
- I care more than I show
- Feeling safe means everything to me
👁 When I Felt Seen (or Not)
Yesterday, I went to school. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t perfect either. Just 50/50 — part of me felt safe, part of me didn’t. That’s how most days go. But even 50% safety is better than none.
- Some faces felt like home
- Others felt like danger
- And I stayed in the middle — surviving, not breaking
🔋 How I Recharge
Talking to my safe people — the ones who don’t push, pressure, or judge — that recharges me. Just sitting beside someone quiet who makes me feel okay… it’s enough. I don’t need parties.
If you ever felt like this too — like the world is too loud, too sharp, too fast — just know: you’re not broken. You’re just sensitive. That’s not a flaw. That’s a gift. One I’m learning to live with, protect, and be proud of.
This is my Human Stuff. And if you’re reading it, I hope it reminds you that being soft doesn’t make you weak. It makes you real.
