Part of my ongoing series on being diagnosed as an adult…
What previous confusing experiences made sense once you learned you were autistic?
Part of my ongoing series on being diagnosed as an adult…
What previous confusing experiences made sense once you learned you were autistic?
Extreme internal screaming at the feeling of socks that had the wrong texture. I couldn’t find the words to explain what was so intolerable, so I just seemed like a demon child some mornings before school while my mother forced shoes over my feet to trap them in their torture chambers.
Oooof… any tips for parents to avoid that?
I’m not a parent so please take this with a grain of salt.
Talk to your children about feelings. Teach them how to speak when they’re having trouble expressing their emotions. This was not a skill my parents ever nurtured, which would have saved much pain.
While I never felt this strongly about it, I definitely am particular about my socks. If I had a pair with different textures or design, I’d have to replace one of them otherwise it would bother me the entire day.
I also have to make sure that they’re as even with each other as possible. Is one reaching slightly higher than the other? Unacceptable. I have to fix it.