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I’ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I’ʟʟ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ & ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴍ. I’ᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ- I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ YᴏᴜTᴜʙᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴏɢ I sᴇᴇ; I ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ… Bᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ? I’ᴍ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ. I’ᴅ ɢʟᴏʙᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ ᴀs ᴀ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ. I ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ғᴀᴄᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs sᴀɪɴᴛs ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ʜᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ. I ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ. I’ᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴍ. Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴛɪᴄs ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ғᴜʟʟ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇs, ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ I ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I’ᴍ sᴀʏɪɴɢ. I ɢᴇᴛ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ. I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀ ʀᴏʟʟ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɴᴏʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴛɪᴄs ᴍᴀʏ ‘sᴛɪᴍ’ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ɪɴ sᴇʟғ ᴘᴀᴄɪғʏɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀs I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢʟᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀs. Bᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ‘ᴏʜ, ᴏᴋ, ɪᴛ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴs ɪᴛ’ I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴏʀ ɪɴsᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! Aɴᴅ ɴᴏ, I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ. I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴏʀᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. I’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ! Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ Bᴏᴏ
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𝖠𝖣𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖠𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖥𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖸 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) Pt. 5 As they pack the last of their things, Plankton can't help but wonder what the science fair will be like. So many people, so many sounds, so much to process. It's a minefield of overstimulation, but for Chip, he's gonna try. Bags in the trunk, Karen gets in the driver's seat as Plankton and Chip sit in the back together. "You okay, Dad?" Chip asks, his voice gentle. Plankton nods, his antennae still as the car starts with a purr. After leaving the driveway Chip notices his dad's humming to himself, a soft, steady rhythm. Plankton's hands are in his lap, fidgeting slightly as he focuses on the hum. "What are you doing?" Chip asks, his curiosity getting the better of him. Plankton jumps in his seat, antennae shooting up. "I'm... uh...just...thinking?" He's flabbergasted that his son has caught him stimming. He's still trying to process the idea that his son now knows his deepest, most personal secret. Chip's eyes widen. "Thinking?" He repeats. "With a so-" "Chip," Karen interrupts. She knows Plankton's stimming, which he never likes to speak of. Yet she also knew Chip's trying to understand, and decided it's time to explain. "Your dad's humming is a stim," she says gently, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "It's something some autistic folks do to help manage their sensory input or self-soothe." Chip nods, filing away the new information. "Oh," he says, as Plankton freezes. "So Dad, is that why you sometimes do that spinning thing with your fing--" "Chip!" Plankton snaps, his voice harsher than he intends. So Karen jumps in. "Sweetie," she says, turning in the passenger seat to face her son, "Dad's stims are private. They're like his personal way of taking a deep breath when things get too much. He doesn't do it for anyone else, just for himself. And if he's alright with sharing them with us, that's his choice. But it's important we respect his privacy." Plankton's gaze meets hers in the rearview mirror, gratitude in his eye, hands stilling as Karen continued. "And unless he says so, it's not for us to bring up or comment on them," she explains to Chip. "So your dad hums, or flaps his arms, or rocks his body, even muttering to himself. They're all his ways of stimming, and aren't to be interrupted or discussed unless he initiates it. If he seems distressed, you can ask if he needs anything, but otherwise, just be there for him." Chip nods, his face a picture of concentration. "Ok, Mom," he says. "But could, can I tr-" "NO!" Plankton's voice cuts through the car, sharp and sudden. He turns to face his son, his eye blazing. "I don't want you staring at or making fun of me!" Karen's eyes meet Plankton's in the mirror, filled with a mix of love and frustration. She knew this outburst is rooted in fear and vulnerability. "Chip wasn't trying to, Plankton," she says. Chip shrinks back, his face reddening. "I'm so sorry," he stammers. Plankton's face softens, his antennae drooping. "I know," he murmurs. "It's just...it's hard." Karen nods. "So the science fair is gonna be tomorrow, so the hotel we're going to tonight has reserved the contestants and their families rooms! So the three of us are gonna have to share the hotel room." Plankton's antennae twitch. "And, Dad," Chip says, his voice full of excitement. "It's going to be so cool! There'll be so many science lovers like us!" Plankton nods, trying to mirror his son's enthusiasm, but inside he's panicking. So many people, so many potential triggers. But he can't let Chip see his fear. He takes a deep breath, his hand against his own seat in a stim. "Yea." The car ride is quiet for a while, and Plankton finds himself getting drowsy. He fights the urge to close his eye. He knows if he dozes off, he'd be embarrassed, and he can't let that happen now, not with Chip watching him so closely. He focuses on the scenery passing by, the rhythm of the car's tires on the road, anything to keep himself awake. But it's a losing battle. His eyelid keeps drooping, his brain begging for rest. He starts counting the yellow lines on the road, then switches to red cars, but the monotony of it all just makes him sleepier. His head nods, and he jolts awake with a start, his heart racing for a moment. Chip glances at his father. "You okay, Dad?" Plankton nods, his antennae twitching with the effort to stay awake. "Fine, buddy," he says. But his body feels heavy, like he's sinking into the car seat. He decides to try distraction. "So, tell me more about your science fair schedule," he asks, hoping that his son's excitement will keep him alert. Chip's face lights up. "Well, tomorrow we've got the setup in the morning, then the judging starts right after lunch." He rattles off the various categories and his predictions for each, his voice rising and falling with enthusiasm. Plankton nods along, trying to keep up with the flurry of information. But his eyelid starts drooping again. "And then there's the final round!" Chip says, his voice carrying on despite Plankton's fading attention. "I've got my experiment all set up by myse—" Plankton's snore cuts his son off mid-sentence as his head lolls, his mouth slightly open, to Chip's shoulder. Chip looks at Karen in the front seat, her eyes glancing back at them in the mirror with a knowing smile. "It looks like he's really tired," she says, keeping her voice low. "It's okay to let him sleep." Chip nods, feeling a wave of protectiveness over his father. He chuckles, taking a selfie with Plankton's sleeping face on his phone. He forwards the selfie to Karen's phone. She tries not to giggle. "Oh, Chip," she smiles, "Dad's not gonna take that too kindly when he wakes up."
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૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ( • ̀ω•́ )✧( • ̀ω•́ )✧( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)( ≧ᗜ≦)⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·..·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·..·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·..·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·..·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·..·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·..·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(๑ > ᴗ < ๑)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(∩˃o˂∩)♡(∩˃o˂∩)♡(˶˃⤙˂˶)໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)(˶˃⤙˂˶)"૮₍ •⤙•˶( ^ ᴗ ^ )ε^ )( ^ ᴗ ^ )ε^ )( 〃● ₃● ) ~( 〃● ₃● ) ~( 〃● ₃● ) ~( ˶•̀ ᎑ - ˶ )( ˶•̀ ᎑ - ˶ )"૮₍ •⤙•˶"૮₍ •⤙•˶"૮₍ •⤙•˶"૮₍ •⤙•˶(-⩊-)(-⩊-)(-⩊-)
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