🏩 Mission

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We pay

We pay neurodivergent and disabled creators and amplify them to our clients and throughout society.

We offer financial and mutual aid. We pay neurodivergent and disabled people to work and live. We pay expenses like rent and medical bills as well as buy medical equipment or other necessities. We hire our community members as consultants. Client services are how we live our mission to employ neurodivergent and disabled people as well as how we raise capital for grantmaking.

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AJ Wool
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AJ Wool

We exist

We exist for the direct support and mutual aid of neurodivergent and disabled people.

Stimpunks Foundation challenges the typical approach to helping people who are neurodivergent or disabled. We know what it is like to live with barriers and what it means to not fit in and have to forge our own community. Stimpunks knows that neurodivergent and disabled people have human needs. We offer a humane approach to help our community thrive.

We believe

We believe that direct support to individuals is the most effective approach to alleviating the barriers and challenges that prevent neurodivergent and disabled people from thriving in neurotypical and ableist environments.

Unlike most foundations, we support organizations and individuals directly, maximizing our impact in neurodivergent and disabled people’s lives and communities.

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AJ Wool
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AJ Wool

We create

We create anti-ableist space for passion-based, human-centered learning compatible with neurodiversity and the social model of disability.

We create learning space designed for our community. We create space for those most ill-served by “empty pedagogy, behaviorism, and the rejection of equity“. We create paths to equity and access for our learners so they can collaborate on distributed, multi-age, cross-disciplinary teams with a neurodiverse array of creatives doing work that impacts community.

We serve

We serve our loved people so we can keep on living through the onslaught.

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AJ Wool

Staying alive is a lot of work for a disabled person in an ableist society…

Disability Visibility: First Person Stories from the 21st Century
Please stay alive
Please stay alive
Please stay alive
Please survive
Please survive

-- Old Friend (Stay Alive)

Through Stimpunks Foundation, we:

  1. Offer financial and mutual aid;
  2. Hire our community members as consultants;
  3. Provide a learning space designed for our community; and
  4. Support our community’s open research efforts.

One in four U.S. adults have a disability. However, our community receives only 2% of US grant funding, and only 19% of us are employed. We can’t just let that be the truth. We have to challenge the norm and change the narrative around people who are neurodivergent or disabled.

Keep on Livin’

We would like to honor all the neurodivergent and disabled people who survive the care system, somehow.

And all who did not survive this onslaught.

Let Us Be Our Real Selves

Let us be our real selves, loud and proud, and show the world what we truly are.

Black woman leading a demonstration using a megaphone

Be Good, Be Loud

This isn’t just a story that disabled children will love; it’s a story about what is possible when we fight for ourselves and each other. It is a story about how tenacity, strength, the power of community, and the willingness to fight for what matters can start a revolution.

Disability justice (and disability itself) has the potential to fundamentally transform everything we think about quality of life, purpose, work, relationships, belonging.

DISABILITY VISIBILITY: FIRST-PERSON STORIES FROM THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY

Neurodiversity and Disability Justice, taken together, are indeed celebrations of who we are and how we exist in the world. They are also movements rooted in lived experience, which ask us to understand and engage with the many ways we relate to our bodies and brains, inside our own minds, and in social context.

Autistic Hoya — A blog by Lydia X. Z. Brown: The neurodiversity movements needs its shoes off, and fists up.

Keep on Livin’

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AJ Wool

We serve our loved people so we can keep on living through the onslaught.

I would like to honour all the autistic people who survive the care system somehow.

All those who survive extreme ‘therapy’.

All those who are brought to their knees, reading hellish descriptions of their loved people.

And all who did not survive this onslaught.

Ann Memmott PGC🌈 on Twitter
Look up to the sky, sky, sky
Take back your own tonight
You'll find more than you see
It's time now, now, get ready

This is your time, this is your life and
This is your time, this is your life and
This is your time, this is your life and
This is your time, this is your life and

You gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
Gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
You gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
Gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
You gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
Gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
You gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)
Gotta keep on (Keep on livin!)

-- Keep On Livin'

A safe place to rest and rebuild in between moments of stress is essential for autonomic nervous system balance.

THE VAGUS NERVE & CHRONIC ILLNESS — TRAUMA GEEK
Wear it out (The way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (You're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are comin' up around the bend
You live, you learn
You love, you learn
You cry, you learn
You lose, you learn
You bleed, you learn
You scream, you learn
You grieve, you learn
You choke, you learn
You laugh, you learn
You choose, you learn
You pray, you learn
You ask, you learn
You live, you learn
-- You Learn

We urgently need to bring to our communities the limitless capacity to love, serve, and create for and with each other.

The Next American Revolution:
Sustainable Activism for the Twenty-First Century.
Dive in, don't you roll over
Don’t you promise your lungs to the fights
Starving, hardly knew Mozart
Don't you know he was never quite right

He used to see craters, in her head
He used to be darling and cheap
But no one believed him
When he said he lost his strength

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images and cling
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing

Zombie eyes are promising
Crooked teeth are sweet
Don't leave me gravity
Don’t leave me gravity
He used to see craters, in her head
He used to be darling and cheap
But no one believed him
When he said he lost his strength

I always believed him
When he said he couldn't find his feet
I always believed him
When he said it didn't feel complete

I always believed
I always believed
Breathe
Breathe
I always believed him
'til he made it back to our beat
-- Don’t Leave Me Gravity, Skating Polly

Peer-run warm lines – staffed by people who have lived mental health experience – have been shown to reduce loneliness and participants’ use of mental health crisis services. Additionally, a review of several studies found that digital forms of peer support improve the lives of people with serious mental illness by “enhancing participants’ functioning, reducing symptoms and improving program utilization.”

WARM LINE GIVES PEER MENTAL HEALTH SUPPORT – NC HEALTH NEWS
I watch you dancin' and
I watch you cry
I watch you look up and
Scream out why
Oh now my dear you got
So much to give
I heard them talkin' and
You're gonna live
So hold me closer and
Hold me tight
A little closer till we're
Into the night
Cause you and I we've got
So much to give
I heard them talkin' and
We're gonna live
That's right
It's alright

— Last Song, The Bobby Lees
What if I say to you it's alright, we're alright
And if you say you need me too, I'll be up all
night, It's alright
The shadows only last 'til sunrise, it's alright,
you'll be alright
'Cause you were born in the sunlight, in the
sunlight and it's very bright
(Hey) Can you feel it, waking with the
morning sun
What feeling, we're living in the morning
sun
Sometimes all you need is darkness to see
the light, we'll see the light
We get high in the sunshine and the moon
light and it's alright
(Hey) Can you feel it waking with the morning
sun
What feeling were living with the morning
sun (Yeah)
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Flower in the sun (Ohhh no no)
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Flower in the sun (Ha ah hah)
Ah ah ah ah ah ah (Yea yea yea yeah)
Flower in the sun (Flower in the sunshine)
Ah ah ah ah ah ah (shine on me)
Flower in the sun (Come come come come
come come on let it shine)
Ah ah ah ah ah ah (Yeah, yea yea yea yea)
Flower in the sun
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Flower in the sun
Ah ah ah ah ah ah (Whoa oh oh oh)
Flower in the sun

--Flower Song by New Sol

of all the sounds i’ve ever heard
death is the loudest

i wandered, lost: poems

Be Our Real Selves

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There is room for all of us to play our part. And whatever we do, however we do it, we can do it with ‘loud hands’ and ‘loud voices,’ and loud whatever else we need, in whatever way that works for us individually or collectively. Let us be our real autistic selves, loud and proud, and show the world what we truly are.

Loud Hands: Autistic People, Speaking (p. 125). Autistic Self Advocacy Network

True colors are beautiful

Like a rainbow

Power wheelchair with rainbow umbrella
Power wheelchair with rainbow umbrella
She is our miscreant
She is our detox
She is our dagger in the dark
She is the knot mess
She is the undressed
She is the boy borne in my heart

While you sit on the fence I will burn in hell

Autistic and queer folks share some dark history—and some bad actors. Chapter 7 of NeuroTribes, Fighting the Monster, shares the legacy of Ole Ivar Lovaas, the twisted father of Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) and conversion therapy. He applied his abusivetorturous techniques to autistic kids and “sissy boys” to make them “indistinguishable from their peers”. He had little regard for their humanity—they were engineering projects.

🌈🌈 Neurodiversity and Gender: You Hit So Hard With All the Colors That There Are

I’ve experienced several moments of burnout in my life and career. Being something that I neurologically am not is exhausting. Wearing the mask of neurotypicality drains my batteries and melts my spoons. For a long time, for decades, I didn’t fully understand what was going on with me. I didn’t understand the root causes of my cycles of burnout. Finding the Actually Autistic community online woke me to the concept of autistic burnout. When I found the community writing excerpted below, I finally understood an important part of myself. Looking back on my life, I recognized those periods when coping mechanisms had stopped working and crumbled. I recognized my phases and changes as continuous fluid adaptation.

Autistic Burnout: The Cost of Masking and Passing

Members of the neurodiversity movement adopt a position of diversity that encompasses a kaleidoscope of identities that intersects with the LGBTQIA+ kaleidoscope by recognising neurodivergent traits – including but not limited to ADHD, Autism, Dyscalculia, Dyslexia, Dyspraxia, Synesthesia, Tourette’s Syndrome – as natural variations of cognition, motivations, and patterns of behaviour within the human species.

The Beauty of Collaboration at Human Scale: Timeless patterns of human limitations

Spectrums and rainbows, double rainbows.

It’s a double rainbow all the way.

Yosemitebear

“Queer,” in any case, does not designate a class of already objectified pathologies or perversions; rather, it describes a horizon of possibility whose precise extent and heterogeneous scope cannot in principle be delimited in advance.

Saint Foucault: Towards a Gay Hagiography
Here comes the sun
It's shining right through you
On everyone
You came in so hot
You broke the ice up
Feeling so strong

I got to shine on
Through all the black and blue
I got it from you
It hits so hard with all the colors that there are

I want to know you
I want to see the sound
You're like a rainbow
But not the same though
I got to shine on
Through all the black and blue
I got it from you
It hits so hard with all the colors that there are

Here comes the sun
It's shining right through you
On everyone
It hits so hard with all the colors that there are
You hit so hard with all the colors that there are

--Rainbow Shiner by Ex Hex

Be Good, Be Loud,
Be Feisty, Be Friction,
Be Different, Be Proud,
Belong

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AJ Wool

This isn’t just a story that disabled children will love; it’s a story about what is possible when we fight for ourselves and each other. It is a story about how tenacity, strength, the power of community, and the willingness to fight for what matters can start a revolution.

ROLLING WARRIOR: THE INCREDIBLE, SOMETIMES AWKWARD, TRUE STORY OF A REBEL GIRL ON WHEELS WHO HELPED SPARK A REVOLUTION 

Be Good, Be Loud

In time the fever that's kept you weak
Will have full on taken its toll
It's taken away and it's taken its shape
In the illusion that you still hold

Nothing's okay
Nothing has changed and it's all too familiar
So we curl up and hide from all that's outside
Closed shades and locked up doors

It's true, it's loud, it's hard and it’s all I know
I can't take anymore
I just want out right now

I had assumed I would have been gone by now
But the ship has weathered the storm
And the feeling of defeat
That lies underneath is still alive and on its course

I'm destroyed, weak
I have nothing but to speak of the truth as I see fit
I have nothing to lose, I have nothing to gain
I'm at the whim of what I've retained

Be good, be loud
Hands up to the sky and shout
At the top of your lungs 'til the floor falls out

--Be Good by Off with Their Heads

I have loud hands. I must, since I use my hands to communicate. I type what I want to say. But that’s not the only reason why I have loud hands. It is because I finally learned that I cannot be silenced, I will not be silenced.

Loud Hands: I Speak Up With My Fingers

Be Feisty

I wanna see a feisty group of disabled people around the world…if you don’t respect yourself and if you don’t demand what you believe in for yourself, you’re not gonna get it.

Judith Heumann
One more, one more, one more, one more

I got one more song I must sing
Ting-a-ling
Freedom ring
I got one more song I must sing
Simple song, so sing along

One more, one more, one more, one more
All we got
One more life to live
One more love to give
One more cliff to climb
One more
It's my time

--One More by Jimmy Cliff

Be Friction


We exist as friction. The work that we do; it’s wildly painful.

We, Stimpunks

On “Haitian Fight Song”, Mingus said “It has a folk spirit, the kind of folk music I’ve always heard anyway. My solo in it it’s a deeply concentrated one. I can’t play it right unless I’m thinking about prejudice and persecution, and how unfair it is.

There’s sadness and cries in it, but also determination. And it usually ends with my feeling ‘I told them! I hope somebody heard me!’“.

Wiki – Haitian Fight Song — Charles Mingus

We have protests to stage, driven by the fuel of our righteous anger. We have speeches to make, written from the soaring pleas of our individual and collective trauma, and our wildest dreams of joy and freedom and love. We have cultural narratives to rewrite because they really do hate us and they really will kill us, and if we’re going to rewrite the narratives, then there’s no reason to hold ourselves back from our most radical and defiant rewritings. We have autistic children who need us to support them as architects of their own liberation against the schools and clinicians and institutions and police and prosecutors who would crush and destroy them.

We’re going to need our anger and our public celebrations of stimming and our complicated, imperfect, messy selves for this long and hard road, because we need all of us, and all of our tactics and strategies, to keep a movement going and ultimately, to win.

Autistic Hoya — A blog by Lydia X. Z. Brown: The neurodiversity movements needs its shoes off, and fists up.
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Spike by Kyle Duce

Be Different

@yungblud

imperfection is perfection … sep 2nd 🖤☠️🖤

♬ original sound – yungblud

To be imperfect is perfect to me.

YUNGBLUD
Got called an alien for bein' myself
I ain't got the patience to be someone else

--hope for the underrated youth by yungblud
I'm just a fleabag, nobody loves me
Send me to rehab, somebody touch me

I wanna turn back time
I wanna fix the way I was designed
Crawl behind my eyes
And kill my stale state of mind
I fade and fade
And every time I try to change, to change
I stop

'Cause I'm just a fleabag, nobody loves me
Send me to rehab, somebody touch me
I'm not your monkey
I'm not your puppy
I'm just a fleabag, nobody loves me at all
I dance 'round the truth
I'll be a ballerina boy for you
No matter what I do
You twist my words and get confused

So I fade and I fade
And every time I try to change, to change
I stop
'Cause I'm just a fleabag, nobody loves me
Send me to rehab, somebody touch me
I'm not your monkey
I'm not your puppy
I'm just a fleabag, nobody loves me at all

--Fleabag by YUNGBLUD
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Hork

We call ourselves Warriors and Weirdos.“

AURORA

Eagert: Eagle + Leopard Randimal
Eagard

We call ourselves Warriors and Weirdos.

Seadog Sea Lion + Dog Randimal
Sea Dog

“What makes us different, makes all the difference in the world.”

Ellarilla Elephant + Gorilla Randimal
Ellarilla

Be Proud

I want you to know that I see you.

I think about you all, and I am with you every single
day.

Yungblud is about all of us.

It’s about a generation that will come together to enact positive change in this world.

And the people who try to hold onto an old ideology that will hold us back will inevitably fail.

Because we’ll all outgrow them all.

Never ever be ashamed to be who you are.

I promise you we’re winning, even if they don’t see it yet.

Never ever change who you are.

Be proud of who you are.

YUNGBLUD
@yungblud

never apologize. never compromise. never hide who you are. love as much as you can every fookin day!!! to love another is NEVER WRONG 🖤🏳️‍🌈🇵🇱🖤

♬ original sound – yungblud

Belong

As soon as I said, “Hello, this is exactly who I am”, I found the most beautiful community of people.

yungblud
@yungblud

you only lose, when you stop getting up. 🖤🖤🖤 (link in bio)

♬ original sound – yungblud
@yungblud

we are yungblud. this is OUR message. 🖤 #bhc #yungblud @tiktok_uk

♬ original sound – yungblud

But, do you know what?

I found you!

I love you.

I love all of you out there.

And this is why I’m so proud to belong here.

Because this family is about spreading love.

yungblud

You are with us.

Look at the people around you.

You finally belong somewhere.

yungblud
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AJ Wool

Let’s organize our lives around love and care.

Mission

We exist for the direct support and mutual aid of neurodivergent and disabled people.

We serve our loved people so we can keep on living through the onslaught.

Creed

I center the marginalized and the different. I center edge cases, because edge cases are stress cases and design is tested at the edges. I center neurodivergent and disabled experience in service to all bodyminds.

Covenant

We pledge to act and interact in ways that contribute to an open, welcoming, diverse, inclusive, and healthy community.

Two human side silhouette positioned Face to face overlaid with various semi-transparent line connected circular (network node) shapes.

Philosophy

We steer by these acquired phrases. They are compasses and stars that align us on our mission.

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Interdependence

It is time to celebrate our interdependence. Interdependence acknowledges that our survival is bound up together, that we are interconnected and what you do impacts others. Interdependence is the only way out of most of the most pressing issues we face today.

The many forms of difference. Adaptive Behavior Assessment (ABAS-3), Adult ADHD Self-report Scale (ASRS-v1.1), and Behavior Rating Inventory Executive Function (BRIEF 2) forms spread across a wooden table

Edges

Our designs, our societies, and the boundaries of our compassion are tested at the edges, where the truths told are of bias, inequality, injustice, and thoughtlessness.

Let's organize our lives around love and care
Let's write each other letters and call it prayer
Let's congregate in the place that isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
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