Six words: Friends arrive only after great devastation.
'Cause when you've got no self confidence and you'd do anything to make a friend, people get repulsed your cloying desperation and it's only after you say "forget that, I don't need no friends" that you can love yourself and then people see that you're worth loving. You have to hit rock bottom on your own, which really sucks.
I was tagged by Megan, who is taking a nursing course with a really ignorant professor at the moment.
I go to see a dentist for the first time since July 2002. He tells me, very sternly, that my dental hygiene needs to improve. He says he's sure that I can find a toothepaste that I can tolerate and the floride is important. Yeah right. I am too intimidated to say anything; tears are threatening. Twenty minutes later I will bolt upright in his chair, gasping for breath, my teeth chattering, goosebumps on my skin, rocking myself, knowing that he is speaking to me and making out maybe half the words, unable to speak. I will lie back down without recovering the ability to speak.
LISTEN! I am autistic and I have severe sensory processing dysfunction. I put that on your form, which you glanced over in front of me. It took me a great deal of courage to get to your office. I'm scared. I don't need a lecture. I'm spending my entire paycheck to be here. I have very big problems in my life and my teeth don't rank very high on my list of concerns. I appreciate that teeth matter a lot to you, but you need to ask me how much my teeth matter to me and what level of care I'm willing to do for them, and you neeed to respect my answer. I do not neglect my teeth just because I'd like them to rot or because I'm ignorant. As a matter of fact, brushing my teeth is extremely painful for me. I'd rather be punched in the nose. Heck, I'd rather be kicked in the stomache. Are you hearing me? Listen!