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My phone’s brightness is at 0% (but it still hurts my eyes) My computer screen is zoomed in to 175%, (but I still can’t comprehend a single sentence on the screen) I have turned the volume all the way up, (but still hear my family’s conversation as if they’re speaking through a mic) The volume is as low as it can be without being silent, (but it still hurts my ears) I have cocooned myself in the softest blanket in the house, (but it’s still so itchy I can’t sleep) I’m pinching the webbing between my fingers as hard as I can, (but I still can’t feel a **** thing) And it all feels so wrong - That I’m either turned up to eleven, Or I don’t feel anything at all.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
Sensory Processing Disorder
My phone’s brightness is at 0% (but it still hurts my eyes) My computer screen is zoomed in to 175%, (but I still can’t comprehend a single sentence on the screen) I have turned the volume all the way up, (but still hear my family’s conversation as if they’re speaking through a mic) The volume is as low as it can be without being silent, (but it still hurts my ears) I have cocooned myself in the softest blanket in the house, (but it’s still so itchy I can’t sleep) I’m pinching the webbing between my fingers as hard as I can, (but I still can’t feel a **** thing) And it all feels so wrong - That I’m either turned up to eleven, Or I don’t feel anything at all.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
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