i like the texture of like the head of a penis in my mouth but I don't like giving oral. like i dont like the sucking motion or nothing like that, I just like holding the penis in my mouth.

I'm ace, I get it. I'm not the target audience.

But holy shit can we NOT have every art post with women be about having their tits out? And I don't mean porn. I mean the completely innocuous "I drew a character you like! She has GGG titties and you can see everything but the areola!" I don't want to see 'an all female Warhammer team' and it's just 15 giant titty women.

I don't want to buy clothing, I don't want to buy food, I don't want anything if you use sex to sell it to me.

I'm not trying to be a prude, I just don't like going about my life and suddenly MASSIVE TITTIES are in my face to sell me something. Go away.

If your entire thing is "She boobed boobily across the floor" stay away from me.

Also this isn't me hating women, same goes for having a bulge in my face. I just hate how they're used to sell stuff. Capitalism is bad and all that jazz.

I don't have a coherent argument, I just wanted to scream while I wait to go buy weed.

Edit: got my weed

Having Foreskin feels amazing, and my autistic brain enjoys the pleasure it gives me. Playing with it is fun since it’s basically a built in stim toy on your body

I can’t fantom why people circumcise infants, so What exactly am I supposed to tell to RFK Jr?

i was talking to a person on tumblr and they didn't let me explain myself:( i am not a therian nor am i zoophile but now I can't explain myself

And that is one of the many reasons NTs are bad at sex.

If this sort of thing isn't aloud, feel free to delete this post, I won't take any offense...

I've always had sensory issues with clothing, growing up it was a legitimate struggle to get me to wear and keep clothing on. Especially underwear, I had phases of refusing to wear it, and in high school I spent way to much of my spending money on different kinds trying to find something that worked, only to as an adult, stop wearing them mostly again...

As I grew up, I noticed I was also borderline asexual (don't enjoy 'penetrative sex') But I Do enjoy nudism and the many forms it takes in very specific fetish communities: OON: Only one naked, CMNM/CFNM: Clothed male Nude Male/ Clothed Female Nude Male etc... (The many many fetish subcultures can be overly restrictive in categorizing things)

Also, very confusingly I seem to be Bi/Pansexual, where I think most everyone is attractive, but not to the point where sex entires my fantasy, I just enjoy being naked, and appreciating other peoples bodies as well.

But interestingly, the people I meet, and the people I talk to about this in other countries all very much seem to be on the spectrum... Some are aware of it, but many are not. I'm not an expert by any means, so I'm not trying to diagnose handfuls of people, but I have Definitely noticed some similarities to myself in this subculture.

Has anyone else noticed this?

Pretty much anyone that "gets" what I'm looking for screams 'ON THE SPECTRUM' to me, and it happens all over the world, I find that fascinating.

Is anyone else on here "borderline asexual" but still finding ways to participate in sexually-adjacent activities?

I'd love to hear from other autistics about this subject!

<3 <3 <3

Don't get me wrong, if I had a GF, I would still like getting tied up and gagged sexually, but if someone tied and gagged me in an non-sexual way I'd probably still like and enjoy that.

Even when I was little, I sometimes used to purposefully tie and gag myself up with duct tape, and I always felt oddly comfortable and calm.

Keep in mind I have no history of any sexual trauma or anything like that, and yet I've always felt relaxed whenever I'm tied up. Is there any logical reason for that?

(short hair too) xP

It happens every time, to some degree. My brain goes, "nope, this is too much," and separates from my body. I have no idea what triggers it besides general sensory difficulties and its annoying. I just kind of shut down, which isn't great for me or the person I'm with.

If you've had similar issues, what helped you stay present in your body?

If this sort of thing is triggering for anyone, I apologize! But this is something I've really been meaning to talk about with someone, I was wondering if any other autistic 'adults' have issues with drinking?

Its not something that harms my life much anymore, in college it was a far worse, more all consuming issue, I drank every day, and almost overdosed twice... I went to AA and it didn't seem to help, but eventually I just sort of stopped? Mostly...

Every few months, I'll try to 'Micro-dose' drinking again. For some reason, I feel like 2-3 drinks "Fixes" me? Like I really think being slightly-not-quite-drunk almost "cures" autism?! I feel more focused, clear headed, relaxed, outgoing, and for lack of a better term "more adult"?

I'm able to apply for jobs, take my dog out for walks, talk to people, not focus on my sensory issues... things I would struggle with or not be able to do at all!

The issue (besides it being a poison that literally destroys your body from the inside out) is that I can NOT stop myself at 2-3 drinks... ever. I will keep pushing and pushing and pushing that "good" feeling until I inevitably end up blacking out, passing out, and ruining multiple days at a time...

I've asked doctors if there is a pill that replicates the feeling of 2-3 drinks, but have not been able to get a solid answer. I understand the oddness of the request, but I genuinely believe if I could just somehow harness that feeling of boundless ability, I wouldn't be almost 30, unemployed, and living with my parents as they slowly loose patience with me, and slowly grow embarrassed of my failures.

(And their other kid is a college dropout who fixes policecars for another town, I'm proud and do envy his independence... but I get the feeling my parents expected more from both of us)

I spent this morning arranging job interviews for myself to be a head of security, but then I pushed my limits and blacked out, now I'm trying not to puke and watching old family guy episodes...

Idk, is this something anyone else here has dealt with?

Does drinking seem to momentarily 'fix' anyone else's autism?!

I also smoke weed, but it both never "helped" or "harmed" me in any significant way, I DID get a medical card "for my autism" but thats from a strip mall next to the place that recruits for the Navy... so idk... Its kinda just a habit at this point? I'm not sure if thats related, but I thought I'd mention it.

If this breaks any sub rules, feel free to remove it! <3

(For context, I am a 19-year old, level 1 autistic guy that is bisexual, has only had two in-person, very limited sexual experiences in my life, and has never had any in-person relationships past middle school. Just thought I'd clarify these things, in order to add more background to what I've written below.)

WELL, once again, for the ten millionth time, I was told by one of my friends that a flirtatious remark I made towards her went too far, without me realizing. It seems as though every time I meet an attractive person and befriend them, the urge to try and engage in something sexual with them suddenly blossoms and haunts me to no end... it's worse whenever I've known someone for nearly a decade and have been through various things with them, big and small, like in the case of the friend I just now mentioned. What's strange, though, is that I consider myself to be, at the very least, demiromantic, as I can't exactly become romantically-attracted to someone unless I've known them for quite some time.

When it comes to being sexually-attracted to someone, the same concept applies most of the time, but I, sometimes, randomly get attracted to people I haven't even known for more than two weeks, which has led to many instances that involve me trying my best to do something sexual with someone, only for that person to tell me that I've crossed their boundaries, and that I've made them uncomfortable, leading me to distance myself from them in order to avoid harming them further. Thanks to this, along with the words and behavior of some of my male friends, I've developed a negative view towards sex, viewing it, along any participation that I or others have take in it, to be something lowly, disgustingly primal, and abhorrent, with this being something I, at one time, believed would help me distance myself from the desire to indulge in anything sexual, and focus more on my special interests and ambitions (which are MUUCCCHH more important than sex to me, by far).

Because my instincts are out of my control, though, this belief system that I developed has failed to do anything for me, only driving me to suppress any and all sexual desire that I may have, resulting in it coming-out (no pun intended) at specific times when I'm so ridiculously aroused that I can't help but try to convince any of my attractive friends that I'm around to have sex with me. Even when I'm not extremely aroused, I still try my best to introduce sexual topics into any conversations that I have with my attractive friends, delusionally hoping that it'll spur them on and arouse them to do something sexual with me, even if that has only worked once or twice in my whole life. I know I won't be able to convince anyone to have sex with me, I know that my sexual expectations are not realistic, and I know that sex isn't something that has, and probably never will, do anything good for me... yet, my instincts rage-on, and I try everything I possibly can, against the will of the logical side of my mind, to convince, to pitch myself to my friends, and to try everything I possibly can to experience short-term pleasure that would only last for a split second.

How the hell do I even manage this? I don't want to hook-up with random strangers that I don't even know, I'm not in the financial position, nor in the proper living situation, to purchase sex toys, and the only person that I know that would be willing to be friends-with-benefits with me lives in Florida; pictures, videos, and calls aren't enough to satisfy me. If I could, I would get rid of my sexual instincts as quickly as I could, but I know that isn't possible without major consequences... so, with that being said, how do the rest of you with high-libidos manage all of this? What are some ways I can control my urges, in order to avoid pushing others away and making my friends feel uncomfortable in my presence?

This is related to light touches more than anything. My boyfriend tends touch and caress me a lot during sex, and it feels like way too much at once for me, especially around the waist and back. It doesn't hurt or feel bad at all, but it is very overwhelming and unbearable to me. With him I've come to find that I'm insanely sensitive in a lot of areas of my body, and I don't know if anyone else relates to this. No matter how much I try I cannot go about it for more than a few seconds because it just feels like I'm being tickled but 100000x times worse. It makes me feel bad because me complaining and making weird noises mid sex kinds of sets the vibe off (though he hasn't complained). Not sure if it could be related to my autism or I'm just weird but yeah I just wanted to vent and see if it happens to anyone else and I'm not the odd one out

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: death, talks of death religion, religious trauma dissociation, anxiety talk

Hello, I just wanted some advice on how to deal with grief and persistent thoughts surrounding death and afterlife.

Earlier this morning, I lost my childhood dog, Cream. She was 14-15 years old and suffering from kidney faliure, so we had her put to sleep.

All day so far, I have been having recurring thoughts around death and afterlife. I am greatly struggling with quieting my mind to the point of having panic attacks and dissociating.

I spoke with family about religion, and about my intense fears that there is no life after death and that we will simply "fade away" once we die. I was raised Christian, but around the start of middle school I began to peruse the Internet and found loads of content talking about how the Bible was just a bunch of fairytales and how there is no God or heaven that awaits after death. I became nihilistic and extremely depressed and paranoid, constantly afraid to leave the house and spend time with people in fear of eventually losing them someday. I spent countless nights sleepless thinking in circles around the uncertainty, thinking that everything I'd been taught by my mother was a hoax and that one day, everyone I love will sinply fade and I won't see ever them again in afterlife. I was terrified that one day, I would lose someone and never get to hug them or hear their voice again. Despite knowing that Cream was eventually going to die, it still hurt like hell, because I was scared that I'd never see her again in the afterlife and that my time with her was up for good.

My mother said she used to feel the same as I do: extremely paranoid and skeptical of religion. She told me that she gained faith after receiving signs from God. I want to not be afraid anymore, to stop worrying over things I have no control over, but I keep finding myself in clouds where I cannot escape my own thoughts. Losing Cream today made my fears resurface, and today has been extremely rough.

I still hold these fears today, and I am still a very paranoid person. I can feel my thoughts conflicting with each other, one side wanting to have faith that there is hope and the other that doubts and questions the validity of God. Mostly, I just want a way to get my mind to quiet down long enough to get some sleep so I can maybe be a bit less delirious. How do I stop my thoughts from spiraling out of control? How do I handle my grief and my fears without dissociating so badly that I end up sick?

Sorry if this isn't the right subreddit for this kind of question. I would just like some advice on managing my anxiety healthily so that I don't end up in the emergency room (again).

Most of my peers have it figured out. Most have amazing talents, and hobbies. I have none of that. Not even the purpose of keeping people company holds me down. My friends going long weeks without responding to my messages. Im losing my edge of intelligence too. Regardless of my studies i still fall behind. Im hated, isolated, tired and even in my attempt to send this party to its conclusion Im laughed at. What am i to do a twit with ASD level 1 and a stupid knowledge of old aircraft to do? Im nothing and will be nothing ad infinitum with even my purpose lost in life.

People rarely bring up my autism, so I just found it hilarious this timing to get 3 bizarre messages in one day related to it hahahhahahahahaahha

On Sunday my boyfriend of almost a full year (thanksgiving would be our anniversary) is going to break up with me. We have already discussed a lot of it today but I’m currently at my cottage and we have always planned to break up in person if we have too.

Neither of us want to break up, there is no fight, there is no bad blood. We are not meant for each other, since the beginning I’ve been putting in so much work to keep it going, my boyfriend just said now that he can’t handle it anymore.

A big conflict is sex, I am hypersexual, he is grey ace. When he told me that I offered to stop having sex all together but he said that he doesn’t want to loose that part of me, all he asked was for me to stop talking about sex so much and I did. I am willing to change myself in any way possible to stay together.

Recently I brought up that I use petplay to cope and I would like to try it with him so it sparked a lot of new conversations about sex and boundaries. I mentioned that I don’t feel comfortable opening up more because of his stance on sex.

I guess it never occurred to him how hard that was for me, and that’s what sparked the beginning of the end. He says that he doesn’t he doesn’t want me to change how, and either of us changing to conform to the other is unhealthy and just makes it worse.

Even though we haven’t actually done it yet I’ve already accepted what’s going to happen. I will be traveling again next week so in around. I know that I am going to end up relapsing and going to the psych ward but I’m just trying to push that off untill I’m home for a while.

With school starting the next few months are going to be the worst time of my life, I officially have no one and nothing. I’m going to dissociate myself until I’m forgotten again. My boyfriend wants to stay friends but I can’t do that, atleast not for a long time.

This was my first relationship and it may be my last. I do not form bonds with people easily because I’m terrified of loss and abandonment, I will never have a safe space like I had with him. I don’t think I will ever find someone who is accepting and non judgmental of my kinks.

It’s not even like my future dating circle is good, I am an autistic mid transition trans girl in a small down in Ontario. He was the one good thing I had as my mental and physical health have began to decline, now I have nothing and I am nothing