I'm very disabled. It's just how I am. I walk on all fours, barking and growling like an animal. People stare at me, but it doesn't bother me much. I wear only a purple sweater, feeling the fabric against my fur comforts me.
Sometimes, Mangle tries to talk to me, but words get stuck in my throat. All that comes out are simple sentences like "yes" or "no." She understands though; she always does.
When storms roll in, panic grips me tight. The thunder roars like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. I curl up in a ball and whimper until it passes.
Being autistic means seeing the world differently than others do. Sounds are louder, lights are brighter - everything is more intense for me.
But despite these challenges, there's one thing that never fades away - my insatiable desire for pleasure and connection with others.