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Some days he is overwhelmed and aggressive. He wants it all; everybody's undivided attention. His energy level is so high that he keeps tapping his feet. A sight inconvenience or a couple of more people than usual around him and BOOM! he would explode. He'll need a big fat hug for the insurance that he's back at his safe place and that there is no threat. He'll need a lot of comfort and silence to be calm again. He'll drain you off of all your energy. But you wouldn't mind because it is the mundane stuff. The saddest days are yet to come, and those are when he is lost in his bubble. He wouldn't bother paying attention to anything around him. He wouldn't even make eye contact. He's in another world in those days, and you know, these are the saddest days! These are the days that you dread. The silence is deafening.

You need a lot of energy to contain all the excitement that he has on the aggressive days. All his senses a little more sensitive on those days, and you need to be on your toes 24/7 to make sure everything is smooth. The quiet days are like deserts. So much so that you miss the aggressive days. 

Life is a never-ending roller coaster ride for those who are on the spectrum and for the ones who are around them. 


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