Why is everything always so loud? Why aren't others bothered by that? Why am I always made out to be intolerant when I voice my discomfort?
I often feel like others are, in fact, the intolerant ones. They can't possibly imagine and understand that some people experience things differently. They can't stand that. You often get told that 'every one has these moments', that everyone can be a little forgetful, a little clumsy, a little distracted, a little stressed - they love that word.
The thing is that they can't even begin to imagine what it's like, forgetting the turn of the gas when you're done cooking all the time, feeling like you have bees inside of your brain going bananas, or physically hurting because you have to sit still in a classroom and pretend you are paying attention.
They don't know what it's like to sit on the floor ready to study and realize you have no notes from the past two lectures because your brain and your body was hurting.
They don't know how strong you have to be to reach out for help, to sit in an office chair facing strangers and having to open up about how hard it's been in order for them to accommodate your needs.
They don't know how angry and desperate you can get when medical professionals dismiss your feelings.
They don't know how lonely that can make you feel.
They don't know how heartbreaking that is.
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