"If you have nothing nice to say don't say anything."
"Why?"
"Do you wanna die?"
"mildly."
Orginal story plot not following MW3
Started 2023-09-07
End 2024-02-20
"When she enters a meltdown, her world is just ending." Charlie smiles, and I roll my eyes. He always likes to poke light fun at how dramatic I can get. "If you think Bollywood, Hollywood, or K-dramas are dramatic, she's 10 times worse! The funniest part is the aftermath when she's finally calming down and she pulls out the midlife crisis question."
"That sounds like a nightmare," Ghost speaks up. I look over to him fighting the urge to flip him off.
"It is— for Monkey, she suffers. It's so mentally draining, and she cannot regulate anything. It can go on for hours!" Charlie states with a long sigh.
"Doesn't stimming help?" Gaz asks, "I haven't really seen you stim."
"Stim?" Soap questions.
"She does remember her fiddling with that stick. Or when she whistles." Realization Dawns on Gaz's face as he smiles brightly. It's like seeing a child making his first educational guess and being correct.
"What's stimming?"
"It's doing something to self-regulate. Have you ever seen other autistic people flapping their arms or rocking back in forth? That's stimming." Charlie explains. I don't mind helping people understand my autism, but I do not want to be the teacher, that's so... draining.
"So stimming is a good thing?"
"Yes and no," I speak up, "I do it when I'm bored, I do it when I'm stressed, I do it when I'm excited— but sometimes mimicking your teacher because you're bored can lead to the principal office." I sigh, and Gaz and Soap chuckle.
"She does have negative stims," I shoot Charlie a glare. They don't need to know that!
"What's your special interest?" Gaz asks. I could tell he was very proud of himself for his little research moment.
"Vocal tricks," Gaz, Soap, and Roach look surprised.
'What can you do?' Roach signs.
"I like doing sound effects," I could see the boys lightening up.
"What can you do?"
"What can't she do?" Charlie jokes.
"Can you do a water droplet sound?" Soap asks. I like doing sound effects with a microphone it sounds better and more impressive, but the little display I did for them was enough to make them giddy like children.
"OH!" Charlie interrupts loudly. "I forgot to tell you guys something." They all turn to him waiting.
"She's highly possessive of certain things." They turn to me.
"I read about that," Gaz said, "Are you possessive of objects?"
"Highly," I state.
"What?" Ghost asks speaking up. It was a cold "what" but intriguing question.
"My gun. My spoon. My cup. My stuffed animal. My equipment. and Charlie— he's mine. My stuff is my stuff, and his stuff is our stuff." I state confidently. The room grew deadly silent. I look over to see the shocked faces of Roach, Soap, and Gaz. Charlie was the only smiling person. "I also don't like people touch my stuff."
"Not even me, unless I ask," Charlie stated.
"No offense, but I run if I was you, Charlie," Soaps said quietly but not overly quietly that I couldn't hear.
"Look I crawl out of my depression room and overly comfy bed to spend time with him, I be damned if he doesn't give me all his attention! I'm going out of my way for him!"
"That's—" Gaz began bewildered by my words.
"That is inappropriate behavior," Price states.
"Not really," Charlie states.
"Blink twice if you need help," Ghost said.
Charlie looks at me and I look at him. We shared the same confused look. He wasn't being held hostage... Charlie looks away chuckling.
"I'm not being held hostage and I think the same—"
"I think this is called neurodivergent thinking—"
"Sounds like stalker thinking." Soap replies. The room grew quiet, and we just looked at each other.
"Well," Charlie begins, "It's my relationship with her so... I'm fine with it." I shrug and look away. They ask— I just spoke the truth and sometimes reality sucks.
"Any other questions?" I ask after a moment of silence.
"Do you mask?" Gaz asks trying to break the silence.
"No."
"Why not?" Soap asks.
"It's hard to mask your behavior all the time— I don't have the energy reserve for that. I'm not an extrovert so masking is hard and it's draining."
Silence fell upon the room once more.
"Is there anything else we need to know about?" Price spoke up.
"Yes—"
"Shut the fuck up. We are not doing that today!" I snap at Charlie that conversation is a conversation where I need to be ready to talk about it. And that is not today.
"Gisele they're gonna need to know."
"They'll know when they need to know." I fold my arms. Charlie looks at me with a look mix between judgment and exhaustion.
"You don't have to say shit let me tell them!"
"No."
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