Scatter Plot

S.e.v.e.n

There are some girls, who go off about how they haven't shaved their legs for two months, because of various reasons. I literally shave my legs every day, and I'm not trying to brag, because I do it for no one but myself. To me, it's a sensory thing. I can't stand hair on my legs, it just itches like nothing else. Even if I'm in yoga pants all day, I just itch, because I feel it all prickly and such. When we went to this church camp, I forgot my razor, and I was kicking myself over that. My friend just rolled her eyes.

"We're at a girls camp, no one cares." She insisted

"I do! I care!" I exclaimed as I try to imagine the next six days without my razor. My sister and I would share a bathroom bag too, and it got to the point of where I was so itchy, I was tempted to borrow her razor...but I wasn't that desperate.

My mom is the nurse at said girls camp, and after that fiasco, I told her she had to add razors to her first aid kits. She just laughed, and asked for my reasoning.

"Say a girl with a sensory problem forgets her razor...she has to go all week feeling absolutely itchy, like a million ants are crawling up and down her legs. Now said girl is feeling overwhelmed by this sensation, and then she ends up at the first aid station for mental reasons because she can't stop itching. Don't you think you could solve a lot more problems if you simply had a few spare razors?" I said, hypothetically of course. Mom folds her arms, giving me a knowing look.

"You forgot your razor again... didn't you?" She said, smugly. Gosh dang it, woman, you could have just said no.

"Yes." I muttered, shamefully. She grins at me.

"Well, little girl with sensory problems, you'll live. Especially considering this is your forth year you've forgotten your razor." She said. I glared at her. It was worth a shot.

"See, I figured if you packed my razor, we'd have a lot less problems."

"Yes, but you actually have to tell that person to pack your razor, otherwise it's not their problem. Now, go do something productive." She said, giving me her best mom grin, you know the one where she's all smug because she knows better than you? Yeah, I get that grin a lot...

My itchy legs is not where it stops, however...I'm that girl that ends up with holes in her shirts because I have to cut out ever tag. They just rub, and it itches like crazy. If I can't rip them out, then scissors soon follow. I also have a problem with hair against my ears. I can't wear eyeshadow, because it just feels wrong. I have to wear specific types of socks, or my day is just thrown completely off. I positively hate elastic...that's all I have to say for that.

I actually thought I was just odd, when it came to all these little ticks and itches. After further research, I discovered it actually is a symptom of ADHD. At first I thought the information was false, because I need someone to physically tell me before I believe things. A few months later, my cousin, who has ADHD as well, confirmed it. He has a problem being poked or really touched in general. I never thought about it until he mentioned it, because I absolutely despise being touched. I'll hug a family member because I'm forced to, but if a friend tries to hug me, I rarely return the embrace, I just curl up into myself. When someone goes to touch me, be it hugging or simply poking, I can feel it coming half the time. It sounds weird, but someone hovering their finger centimeters above my skin, makes my skin hurt, a pins and needles type feeling.

In other words, I hate physical contact unless I am the one who starts it. I don't think I've hugged my sisters in six years...but it works. My sister Belle, loves hugging, where as Abby has ADHD too, and hates touching as well.

The lesson I've learned from this, is that I should always carry a spare razor, and if I love a brand of socks, I should buy up all in stock. If t-shirt companies could please be so kind as to stop making their products with the tags that stick out, it would be much appreciated.

If I could live in a bubble full of nice warm blankets, and free WiFi, I'd be perfectly content with my life. As long as I got fed and had easy access to a potty. I'd also like the bubble to be hooked up to some chains and hung from the ceiling so it's like a swing, because I love swings. I could be like a little hamster, except I hate hamsters because rodents are gross.