I DON’T SEEM to have the same degree of sensory issues as do other people writing about their autism, but I felt the need to mention that this bathroom pushed nearly every wrongful sensory button. The curved floor, the tiny and perpetually-repeated tiles, the lighting, and the infinitely-regressing smoky mirrors all combined to make me feel like the room was constantly in motion. Leaving this bathroom was like walking off a ferry (I seriously cannot ride ferries) and needing to get one’s legs back. It’s quite possibly the single most nightmarish room I have ever been in.
Hello. My name is Bix. Urban goatherd, social medium, & pop culturist. Straight, white, middle-aged, & male. Project manager at The Belmont Goats. Midlife-diagnosed #ActuallyAutistic.