Holly Owlet (She/They)
@hlyann.bsky.social
#AuDHD - EUPD/CPTSD, #mecfs . Gen-Y old soul| Artist of Creativity|photography/Introvert, A Queer Owlet - Survivor! Pet lover 2 cats & Family Doggies.
Survival , mixed with contradiction
= contrast dynamic
mostly venting.
Survival , mixed with contradiction
= contrast dynamic
mostly venting.
Pinned
I know this platform is still pretty much new in terms of gathering comfortability and safety. But I just wanted to point out that if I block you its because I am uncertain about your intentions. Of course when and hopefully @bsky.app add a lock option. I will find some security.
Thank you!
Thank you!
no one asks if I want to be safe.
they hand me a label personality disorder
pin it on like a paper bird and walk away.
then they call me cruel, like it’s a title,
like I forgot to be easy for them
they hand me a label personality disorder
pin it on like a paper bird and walk away.
then they call me cruel, like it’s a title,
like I forgot to be easy for them
November 28, 2025 at 12:08 PM
no one asks if I want to be safe.
they hand me a label personality disorder
pin it on like a paper bird and walk away.
then they call me cruel, like it’s a title,
like I forgot to be easy for them
they hand me a label personality disorder
pin it on like a paper bird and walk away.
then they call me cruel, like it’s a title,
like I forgot to be easy for them
Don’t let the world feel lonely,
Its those simple matters of a single element founded in a gentle acknowledgement and a reply that carry wonders of being aware when a voice or heart becomes wounded in a need to be heard.
Be kind Always
Love , Owlet
X
Its those simple matters of a single element founded in a gentle acknowledgement and a reply that carry wonders of being aware when a voice or heart becomes wounded in a need to be heard.
Be kind Always
Love , Owlet
X
November 27, 2025 at 9:52 PM
Don’t let the world feel lonely,
Its those simple matters of a single element founded in a gentle acknowledgement and a reply that carry wonders of being aware when a voice or heart becomes wounded in a need to be heard.
Be kind Always
Love , Owlet
X
Its those simple matters of a single element founded in a gentle acknowledgement and a reply that carry wonders of being aware when a voice or heart becomes wounded in a need to be heard.
Be kind Always
Love , Owlet
X
Its these little things that make life worth living , just that little bit. Reminding myself I am a owlet.
November 27, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Its these little things that make life worth living , just that little bit. Reminding myself I am a owlet.
If I shutdown my mind again will it be loud?,
Will I feel the intent of closure in my surround?,
Will the essence of my raging trauma carry no sound?,
Will the mixture of hope be all that is found?
Will I feel the intent of closure in my surround?,
Will the essence of my raging trauma carry no sound?,
Will the mixture of hope be all that is found?
November 27, 2025 at 2:58 PM
If I shutdown my mind again will it be loud?,
Will I feel the intent of closure in my surround?,
Will the essence of my raging trauma carry no sound?,
Will the mixture of hope be all that is found?
Will I feel the intent of closure in my surround?,
Will the essence of my raging trauma carry no sound?,
Will the mixture of hope be all that is found?
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I wrote about systemic medical bias, chocolate medals and Eamonn Holmes
Diagnosed but not believed: Autistic women and the medical gaze
A GP I met for the first time three minutes ago is glancing over my electronic health record, trying to match it with the woman before him…
medium.com
November 27, 2025 at 10:26 AM
I wrote about systemic medical bias, chocolate medals and Eamonn Holmes
Diagnosed at thirteen
Was it intended on support?,
Was it a road of hope?,
So we thought,
Shattered by robbed contradictions,
Left to handle the run,
Borderline Personality disorder
You’ve done wrong,
Days and nights shattered ,
what intent carried on,
False duty of care,
It scattered way to long
Was it intended on support?,
Was it a road of hope?,
So we thought,
Shattered by robbed contradictions,
Left to handle the run,
Borderline Personality disorder
You’ve done wrong,
Days and nights shattered ,
what intent carried on,
False duty of care,
It scattered way to long
November 27, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Diagnosed at thirteen
Was it intended on support?,
Was it a road of hope?,
So we thought,
Shattered by robbed contradictions,
Left to handle the run,
Borderline Personality disorder
You’ve done wrong,
Days and nights shattered ,
what intent carried on,
False duty of care,
It scattered way to long
Was it intended on support?,
Was it a road of hope?,
So we thought,
Shattered by robbed contradictions,
Left to handle the run,
Borderline Personality disorder
You’ve done wrong,
Days and nights shattered ,
what intent carried on,
False duty of care,
It scattered way to long
@jennysanders.bsky.social hope your well jenny! Sending love! In thought
November 27, 2025 at 12:12 AM
@jennysanders.bsky.social hope your well jenny! Sending love! In thought
“STATE OF NUMBNESS”
Artwork
Artwork
November 26, 2025 at 11:47 PM
“STATE OF NUMBNESS”
Artwork
Artwork
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In this moment
I breathe
In this moment
I live
In this moment
I believe
In this moment
Tomorrow can wait
In this moment
I exist for today
#poetry
I breathe
In this moment
I live
In this moment
I believe
In this moment
Tomorrow can wait
In this moment
I exist for today
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 10:37 PM
In this moment
I breathe
In this moment
I live
In this moment
I believe
In this moment
Tomorrow can wait
In this moment
I exist for today
#poetry
I breathe
In this moment
I live
In this moment
I believe
In this moment
Tomorrow can wait
In this moment
I exist for today
#poetry
See the child in me
Was stolen by traumatic events,
That my ability to understand myself as a adult confuses my sense,
I don’t quit know my identity but that it was once a remained state ,
Yet I go on masking because nothing feels to good when I obey.
Was stolen by traumatic events,
That my ability to understand myself as a adult confuses my sense,
I don’t quit know my identity but that it was once a remained state ,
Yet I go on masking because nothing feels to good when I obey.
November 26, 2025 at 10:37 PM
See the child in me
Was stolen by traumatic events,
That my ability to understand myself as a adult confuses my sense,
I don’t quit know my identity but that it was once a remained state ,
Yet I go on masking because nothing feels to good when I obey.
Was stolen by traumatic events,
That my ability to understand myself as a adult confuses my sense,
I don’t quit know my identity but that it was once a remained state ,
Yet I go on masking because nothing feels to good when I obey.
My fatigue has an ability to be eager of undermining the process to make a single effort of determination to settle a ever so devastating conflict. #mecfs
November 26, 2025 at 5:00 PM
My fatigue has an ability to be eager of undermining the process to make a single effort of determination to settle a ever so devastating conflict. #mecfs
Make it loud should it be “MAD ABOUT FAM” , MadFam only, I’m gagging over my Auntie’s buy , a cow clutching flowers that reads “Mad About Love” udderly iconic, peak queer pastoral energy. Proper moo-ving! I mean its even doing its own pout!
November 25, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Make it loud should it be “MAD ABOUT FAM” , MadFam only, I’m gagging over my Auntie’s buy , a cow clutching flowers that reads “Mad About Love” udderly iconic, peak queer pastoral energy. Proper moo-ving! I mean its even doing its own pout!
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Doesn't matter if my alarm goes off in 30 seconds, I'm still gonna go back to sleep for 15 days
November 24, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Doesn't matter if my alarm goes off in 30 seconds, I'm still gonna go back to sleep for 15 days
A nod to those dobby-eared pups, seeking rhythms for the night—any house beats to send souls spinning? Feeling the pull of Josh Wink’s trippy states. Rave in for the Walkies
November 24, 2025 at 4:17 PM
A nod to those dobby-eared pups, seeking rhythms for the night—any house beats to send souls spinning? Feeling the pull of Josh Wink’s trippy states. Rave in for the Walkies
It was a meaningful break from its murmured heaviness. My ability to create art resurfaced within me, like grief finally awakening. I feel anxious about what I create, as it comes with questions, confusion, and a sense of strangeness.
November 24, 2025 at 3:27 PM
It was a meaningful break from its murmured heaviness. My ability to create art resurfaced within me, like grief finally awakening. I feel anxious about what I create, as it comes with questions, confusion, and a sense of strangeness.
Having a break to reset, mind is on a warpath at the moment. Paranoia eating at me with great desire to unsettle everything around me. RSD on a louder speaker! Grief holding out its heavy weighted reminder. Bad Memories , to many flashbacks.
Thinking of you All , Much Love!
Please take care!
Thinking of you All , Much Love!
Please take care!
November 17, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Having a break to reset, mind is on a warpath at the moment. Paranoia eating at me with great desire to unsettle everything around me. RSD on a louder speaker! Grief holding out its heavy weighted reminder. Bad Memories , to many flashbacks.
Thinking of you All , Much Love!
Please take care!
Thinking of you All , Much Love!
Please take care!
What does it mean to live? I was raised on the verb "survive," its grammar etched deeply into my being. As a child, I learned to conserve light, stashing fragments of dawn for the heavy hours that stretched ahead.
November 15, 2025 at 6:33 PM
What does it mean to live? I was raised on the verb "survive," its grammar etched deeply into my being. As a child, I learned to conserve light, stashing fragments of dawn for the heavy hours that stretched ahead.
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My body and I are fighting again
November 15, 2025 at 12:27 PM
My body and I are fighting again
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Serial killers stay home, avoid friends, and keep to themselves.
Me: OMG. Same.
Me: OMG. Same.
November 15, 2025 at 12:32 PM
Serial killers stay home, avoid friends, and keep to themselves.
Me: OMG. Same.
Me: OMG. Same.
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I think the reason autistic people struggle with unwritten social "rules" is that those "rules" are never universally applied.
Because they are not actually rules, they're more like standards that most people seem to align with. But not all... never all...
Because they are not actually rules, they're more like standards that most people seem to align with. But not all... never all...
November 15, 2025 at 12:23 AM
I think the reason autistic people struggle with unwritten social "rules" is that those "rules" are never universally applied.
Because they are not actually rules, they're more like standards that most people seem to align with. But not all... never all...
Because they are not actually rules, they're more like standards that most people seem to align with. But not all... never all...
Ghost without a haunt
Which best matches your mood?
1. bird in a storm
2. slowly sinking sailboat
3. ghost without a haunt
4. weird potato
1. bird in a storm
2. slowly sinking sailboat
3. ghost without a haunt
4. weird potato
November 15, 2025 at 12:47 AM
Ghost without a haunt
Im trying to stay safe in myself!
November 14, 2025 at 10:41 PM
Im trying to stay safe in myself!
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Survivors of gaslighting can get fixated on how we "know" what's true & what isn't. That reaction makes sense-- & one of the hardest things about recovery can be learning to handle ambiguity or situations where we can't "know" things for sure.
You're not "crazy." You'e injured.
You're not "crazy." You'e injured.
November 14, 2025 at 10:37 PM
Survivors of gaslighting can get fixated on how we "know" what's true & what isn't. That reaction makes sense-- & one of the hardest things about recovery can be learning to handle ambiguity or situations where we can't "know" things for sure.
You're not "crazy." You'e injured.
You're not "crazy." You'e injured.
Want you so back so badly! Its already been a month and a half since you crossed the rainbow bridge and my heart continues to ache for you. I love you Winkie woos! My beautiful beautiful girl.
i’m not ready to let go yet but i feel the moment creeping closer. you are my best friend, my dearest love. the thought of you leaving this world feels unbearable. yet in the midst of heartache, i hold the gift of being a mother to your daughter , a piece of you that remains forever. I love you T!
November 14, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Want you so back so badly! Its already been a month and a half since you crossed the rainbow bridge and my heart continues to ache for you. I love you Winkie woos! My beautiful beautiful girl.