Hello! This story comes from a personal place (aka my fantasies and hard times). I don't believe I've said this online yet, but I have autism. It's very mild, but that doesn't mean I'm not affected, so I want to show how I would want to be calmed down in the case of sensory overload (so a fantasy about hard times). Also, I'd like to say, this is ME! THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO EVERYONE WITH THIS CONDITION!! PLEASE TRY TO ASK THE PERSON HOW TO HANDLE THE SITUATION BEFORE IT HAPPENS, SO NO ONE IS PANICKING!
Modern Au- Y/n's POV
Warnings- Sensory Overload (for those who have never experienced it, I warn you this is similar to a panic attack, at least in my experience), autism (is this a trigger?), lots of stimming, since the character is autistic they have a strict routine and I will be doing everything I can in the story to disrupt it
I wake up. It's Saturday, which means that we go out to breakfast with a few friends. We always go to the same restaurant, sit at the same table, I sit in the same seat every time, and I get the same thing to eat every time.
I get out of bed and go to my little brother's room to wake him up, after I do that I go change. Luckily, choosing an outfit isn't a problem to me. I usually wear one of the same 20 shirts out of the I don't know how many, I own. I only own two types of pants, and I always wear a jacket (usually one of my two hoodies), despite the weather.
I look into the drawer that holds the clothes I normally wear, and somehow all 20 of my usual shirts are dirty. I think, how have I not done laundry yet. Then I remember I spent the past week binge rereading every book in the Riordanverse, in publication order. Well, whatever, I still have my hoodies. Then I remember that one has brownie batter from last night on it, and I left the other at Thomas's house. Dang! This will be fun.
As me and Alex walk out, I consider bringing my headphones. They're noise cancelling, which is great for loud places. They're also Bluetooth so I can connect them to my phone to listen to music (because selective sensory input, is a great distraction). Then, I think, no, we're just going to eat, I'll be fine, besides, I never take them inside the restaurant, so it'd just be a waste.
When we get there we find the sisters sitting at the table already. When I see them I notice that Peggy is sitting in my usual seat. It's no big deal, I think, and sit across from her. I quickly realized I lied. I can't stop fidgeting, bouncing my leg up and down as fast as they could go, tapping my fingers in rhythm with my legs, even occasionally twitching my neck (that's the best I can describe it). Alex eventually notices me and I see him get his phone, out and types something. A moment later my phone vibrates. Luckily my phone was on the table, so all I had to do was tap on the screen to see his text.
New Message From- Little Bro
"Are you ok? Tap your nose if you need to leave, ok."
I turn him and fake a smile and nod, acting like I'm fine, despite my restlessness. Then I notice the bell ring notifying everyone, that someone just entered. It's Thomas! He's like 10 minutes late, maybe he will help.
"Hey, baby." He says, going to kiss me as he sits down. I don't feel like reciprocating the kiss, and he notices and retreats. "You ok?"
"Y-y-y-eah, o-o-of c-c-c-c-coursssssse. Wh-wh-wh-why are you, are you, so, so-um w-worried?" I do my best to speak, but it's difficult so I'm stuttering uncontrollably. I can't even look at him because I'm having to focus so hard on comprehending the English language, and trying not to endlessly stare off into space.
"You just seem very fidgety, and possibly on the verge of a mental breakdown."
"N-n-n-n-n-no, I-I'm fine! C-c-could y-you do, do me a favor p-pl-please?" I ask.
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