The 4th of July really stresses me out. We have to lock the house down, have soundproofing in the windows, music, fans, tv on. We have to drug the dogs. Why? Fireworks. I hate them maybe more than the dogs. After enduring that for a week, I feel really off. Last night I opened email and had tons of emails about a problem I needed to fix. It sent me into overwhelm immediately. Today, I feel really overloaded. People don’t realize the stress and anxiety holidays can have on #autistic people.

#popularity I have never been popular. I will never be popular. I've often wondered why some people are popular. What is it about them? It's a mystery. When I was in junior high, I ran for class president or some such thing, and didn't win. It made me upset. (Thread) Since puberty, probably, I've tried analyzing what makes someone appealing. I thought "if only I could ..." but it's pointless. I cannot be those people.

On Facebook, a woman brought up a legitimate concern: She said that the neighbors across the street had loud parties several times a week, and are still shooting fireworks. So what should she do. It's affecting her and her dogs' life. (Thread). The number of people telling her to stop being an "old" person and just embrace life - go out and dance with them - is just unbelievable. She's being called classist.