Submission
As a young child I had terrible Sensory Hell if my socks weren't on Just Right, and this caused me a lot of distress in the morning. One day when it was bad, the bus monitor asked me why I was crying. I told her "My socks hate me" or something similar, and instead of telling me that was stupid, she took it seriously and gave my socks a stern "Socks! Be nice to Julia!" and swatted my feet. It actually helped very much. c:










