My Unkind Brain #1: Sensory Overload

Sometimes my brain is not kind to me.

It starts with the sounds around me.

My teacher is talking.

My classmates are whispering.

I hear it all and it is so so loud.

 

Then, I stim. 

My leg shakes as if an earthquake is

happening in my toes alone.

"Can you please stop clicking your pen?"

 

I become overly aware of 

the ten trillion textures

underneath my fingers

my arms 

my legs

my stomach

my everything

 

I stim more.

"DUDE, STOP CLICKING YOUR PEN!"

I tap my fingers instead,

to a rhythm no one else can hear,

but that just causes more awareness to texture.

 

Why are the lights so bright in here?

I drop my pen.

I feel to much.

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