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Flopping piggy friends 🐷
March 12, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Flopping piggy friends 🐷
NIH Nov 2023 meta analysis, "available data suggests that autistic adults are 25 times more likely to make a suicide attempt than non-autistic adults."
Source: pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC...
Take care of yourselves, and check in with your spicy brain buds. 💕✨️
Source: pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC...
Take care of yourselves, and check in with your spicy brain buds. 💕✨️
Recent Research Points to a Clear Conclusion: Autistic People are Thinking About, and Dying by, Suicide at High Rates
pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov
March 1, 2025 at 8:26 AM
NIH Nov 2023 meta analysis, "available data suggests that autistic adults are 25 times more likely to make a suicide attempt than non-autistic adults."
Source: pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC...
Take care of yourselves, and check in with your spicy brain buds. 💕✨️
Source: pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC...
Take care of yourselves, and check in with your spicy brain buds. 💕✨️
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The cruelty of modern (hu)man is in our forgetfulness. Atomic ancestors float on the wind. We are destined to become the dirt that cradles the roots and the leaves - the mud that holds memory of the hoof prints of the doe.
In feathers, fleece, and pine can we remember who we are? Who we were?
The cruelty of modern (hu)man is in our forgetfulness. Atomic ancestors float on the wind. We are destined to become the dirt that cradles the roots and the leaves - the mud that holds memory of the hoof prints of the doe.
In feathers, fleece, and pine can we remember who we are? Who we were?
February 28, 2025 at 8:33 PM
🥺🦔🐌
The cruelty of modern (hu)man is in our forgetfulness. Atomic ancestors float on the wind. We are destined to become the dirt that cradles the roots and the leaves - the mud that holds memory of the hoof prints of the doe.
In feathers, fleece, and pine can we remember who we are? Who we were?
The cruelty of modern (hu)man is in our forgetfulness. Atomic ancestors float on the wind. We are destined to become the dirt that cradles the roots and the leaves - the mud that holds memory of the hoof prints of the doe.
In feathers, fleece, and pine can we remember who we are? Who we were?
Got so lucky with my internship this semester
February 26, 2025 at 10:34 PM
Got so lucky with my internship this semester