DoomsdaysCW<p>So, true <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/ActuallyAutistic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ActuallyAutistic</span></a> story. When I was little (and even now, though not as much) I was a toe-walker. My grandmother, naively thinking that perhaps I wanted to be a ballet dancer, enrolled me in ballet class. And I was a pretty good dancer. Except I danced to my own drummer, and could not do group dances. My grandmother, who was my saintly advocate, not-so-saintly gave the dance school instructor a helluva talking to -- and the instructor let me do solo pieces, which I excelled at. And then got bored with it. Lol. My grandmother indulged me in a lot of "hobbies" -- bless her heart. I know not everyone has had supportive parents. I lucked out with her (and my grandfather, and my mom who was more my buddy than a parent -- but that's a story for another day).<br><span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://a.gup.pe/u/actuallyautistic" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>actuallyautistic</span></a></span> <br><a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/Toewalking" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Toewalking</span></a> <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/ConstructiveParenting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ConstructiveParenting</span></a> <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/Autists" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Autists</span></a></p>