A Life of Hypersensitivity

As I grew older, my condition worsened. I was diagnosed with severe autism spectrum disorder, which made everyday life a challenge. The world was too loud, too bright, and too overwhelming. Simple tasks, like putting on clothes or eating a meal, became Herculean efforts. I was blind in both eyes, and my hypersensitivity made me recoil at the slightest touch. Every sound was like a thousand knives piercing my eardrums. The hum of the refrigerator, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves – all of these sounds sent me into a tailspin of anxiety. I would cover my ears, trying to block out the cacophony, but it was no use. The sounds seemed to seep into my very soul, making me feel like I was drowning in a sea of chaos. And then there was the touch. Oh, the touch. It was like a burning fire that seared my skin. A gentle caress, a soft whisper, a light brush against my arm – all of these sent me into a panic. I would flinch, pull away, and hide, trying to protect myself from the overwhelming sensations. My mother did her best to care for me, but it was clear that she was struggling. She would try to soothe me, to calm me down, but I was beyond consolation. I was a whirlwind of emotions, a maelstrom of anxiety and fear. As I navigated the world, I began to develop coping mechanisms. I would retreat into my own little bubble, where the stimuli were manageable, and I could cope with the world around me. I would rock back and forth, repeating phrases over and over in my head, trying to calm myself down. But despite these efforts, I was still a ship without a rudder, lost at sea, and adrift. I was a blind, autistic, and hypersensitive soul, struggling to make sense of the world around me. And then, one day, I met Hange. He was a towering figure, 6ft 10in tall, with a commanding presence and a heart of gold. He was the Dragon Emperor, Yakuza King, and captain of the high school football team – a man of many titles and many facets. As I met Hange, I was immediately drawn to his calm and gentle demeanor. He moved with a quiet confidence, his veiny hands gesturing as he spoke. His voice was low and soothing, a balm to my frazzled nerves. For the first time in my life, I felt a sense of peace. Hange's presence was like a warm blanket, enveloping me in a sense of safety and security. I knew, in that moment, that I had found someone special – someone who would take care of me, love me, and accept me for who I was. As I looked up at Hange, I felt a sense of wonder. How could someone so strong and powerful be so gentle and kind? How could someone so busy and important take the time to care for someone like me? But as I got to know Hange, I realized that he was not just a man of many titles – he was a man of many hearts. He had a heart of gold, a heart that beat with compassion and empathy. And as I lay my head against his big muscular chest, I felt a sense of comfort and security that I had never known before. In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be – in the arms of the Dragon Emperor, Yakuza King, and captain of the high school football team. And as I looked up at Hange, I knew that I would never let him go.