I don’t like change.
I really, really don’t like change. It’s hard. It’s difficult. It’s messy. I’m moving to a new state next month and I’m terrified.
I see my therapist twice a week (which I’m doing until literally the day before I move). Most nights, I play a game or watch a movie until I fall asleep. I see my one of my best friends on a regular basis.
And soon, everything changes.
And to quote Chris Evans, I DON’T WIKE IT.
And everything is chaos.
I find myself approaching autistic burnout.
I find myself regressing.
I find myself below my baseline.
And I don’t wike it.
I try to tell myself it’s normal. It’s okay. That even neurotypical people don’t cope well with change.
But I want things to be the way they are. The move is needed and is very good – it’s getting me into a much better place.
But I don’t WIKE IT.