there were moments when I could very much relate to the things that were written. most of it while attending college. just having to juggle trying to remember what assignments, memorizing class times/fixating hard on when said classes ended, running to the next class from one part of the campus to another. then my thoughts got halted when being faced with the option of hardcore petting some fabric, dragged me back the those elementary days. sitting down for story-time and rubbing the carpet furiously because that pleasant sensation until it got to much.
random from the petting of fabric, the struggle of trying to keep focus is hard, and there times when anxiety picks up with intense hardcore leg shaking until it brings about pain and just there were moments I felt connected to what was said. I've been scolded so many times for my poor memory despite being a young adult it's just I'm left in a daze frozen in place trying to figure out what the heck I was meant to recall. a former friend said they think I might have autism, then so did a therapist I saw followed by a doctor. not diagnosised yet as it's costly, but it's nice when you can get something confirmed and just come to this moment - I understand why these things the way they are.
another random bit I kept thinking whenever seeing the staitc pop up, I'd actually hear it. another random is my brain trying to logic picking up the things [by piling them all into the shirt] and then getting spooked by the medication.