Sometimes I get fixated.

Sometimes I get fixated on damage in my home or dirt I can’t clean or something like that. The only way I’ve found to distract myself from it when something new happens, is to go through the old marks and damage in my head so I feel better about the new thing being less important.

Currently it’s orange juice that I may or may not have spilled on the floor. I can’t actually tell from where I am. I’m reminding myself it’s not as bad as the marks on the wall.

This is the part of disability that you might not even consider. When someone is stuck in one position in the room.

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