how could you not reblog this.
Hardcore judging you if you don’t reblog this.
This is my favorite tattoo picture.
reblog every time.
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I’m not sure what to focus on
Her hair? her clothes? her shoes? the fact that her hair kinda looks like the tree in the background
How does she drive
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Today is World Autism Awareness Day.
This is my beautiful, 11 yo sister. She has Aspergers Syndrome.
I remember the day she came home from her psychologist and told me that she was an “aspie”. She was afraid that people would think she was different because she had this condition. I told her that she was the exact same person as before, only now she had a special reason as to why she acted and thought the way she did.
Rachel struggles with a lot of things everyday. She struggles with sensory, using ear plugs or ear defenders to block out the noise of people in public etc. She struggles with large crowds, we try our very best to avoid these situations as she can panic. She has been to several different primary schools and is now settling at a special school that support her through her every need. She struggles with socialising and finds it very difficult to make friends. This makes her feel very alone and like no one wants to be her friend. As a result of this, she believes people don’t want to be her friend because she’s “fat” and “ugly”. But as you can see from the photo above, she could not get anymore beautiful. As much as all of this inspires me hugely. It’s not what inspires me most.
Last year, I struggled with a lot of personal issues and after visiting a psychologist, I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome.
I went straight home and cried because I didn’t want to have it. I was the one who looked after my brother and sister. I wasn’t meant to have it too. I lay on my bed and cried for hours, until my sister walked in and asked me what was wrong. I explained to her that I had just been told that I was an “aspie” too. I will never forget what she done next.
She looked at me in the eyes, smiled and said “You are still the exact same person as before, now you just have a special reason that makes you who you are, like me.”
Rachel is one of the most important people in my life and to see her struggle everyday is heartbreaking. But now we do it together. I love you gorgeous.
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