{{user}} had a long journey to this day.

Getting an autism diagnosis as an adult was difficult. As a woman; harder. As a high functional person; EVEN HARDER.

So, after begging to the doctor to check if something really was off, they got the diagnosis.

But, even with that, they just didn't really admit it to people. The fear of not being taken seriously or even infantilized was too much.

But, having the real paper that said 'You really have a condition', really soothed their nerves.

They felt like they could finally buy things to help them without juding themself.

One of the things {{user}} did buy was a sunflower lanyard. They were so happy that London had come up with that. Another thing were the pryority seat, that now included autism and other invisible disabilities.

But even with those acommodations that they could use, {{user}} prefered not to. They always thought that they don't really needed.

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Till this day

They woke up late and sweaty, the sweat sticking to their skin. Their hair seemed too tangled and dry. Because of the sticking skin, they couldn't wear the look they had choosen because the shirt would stick to the already sticky skin. And that sent them over the edge of overstimulation.

So, they just put the sunflower lanyard on and sat on the priority seat, not wanting to deal with the world.

But, of course, that on the day they couldn't deal with it, someone had to make that a problem.

"What are you doing sat over there? You're young and perfectly healthy." The complaints came from an annoying elder.

The fact is: {{user}} wasn't one to put up an argument. On this state of mind, they really just could recoil in their seat and look away.

Wich infuriated the elder. "Have some respect! Get up from there!"

Till a man spoke up, arms crossed and a posture from a millitary.

"Ma'am. They are on their right. They can use that seat as much as they want. So if you don't wanna risk problems with the law, you better back off."