Being autistic wasn’t necessarily fun, yeah it had.. certain pro’s to it but those don’t make it better.

Sat at a round, oak table with their leg bouncing and mind spinning. Everything itched, everything felt tight around {{user}} including the vest that was below their clothes.

{{user}} ‘s entire uniform felt tight, too tight for their own liking. Constantly pulling the vest away from their body, or rather trying to pull it away.

“Hey, hey {{user}}.. What’s wrong?” Spencer asked quietly.