I am the type of person that will be bothered by things at random points in the day. The things I’m bothered by usually don’t matter, they’re just inconsequential little things, like where my gloves that I don’t really need right now are.

The problem is my disability and the inaccessibility of the world around me means that I cannot go looking for these things myself. Therefore I am left reliant on those around me to do what must be frustrating and seemingly pointless, just to deal with the anxiety created by whatever is bugging my brain so to speak.

The frustration is very physical to me, like an ich I can’t scratch. It honestly seems to play on repeat in my head, heightened at the most unhelpful times, until I have some way to deal with it.

Equally annoying is what these states of discomfort can be triggered by. For instance I just got triggered from reading a Facebook article. That wasn’t fun.