Part of my ongoing series on being diagnosed as an adult…
What previous confusing experiences made sense once you learned you were autistic?
While I never felt this strongly about it, I definitely am particular about my socks.
If I had a pair with different textures or design, I’d have to replace one of them otherwise it would bother me the entire day.
I also have to make sure that they’re as even with each other as possible. Is one reaching slightly higher than the other? Unacceptable. I have to fix it.