Roman is welled up with artists block, while Logan is filled with touch-starvation. So, they look to the other for help.
I AM! BACK, BABY! I'm finally getting the excitement out of writing again! WOO! Let's goooo! Hope you all enjoy my story!
Roman was sitting in his room, holding a pencil in his right hand and holding down a paper with his left hand. He was trying to come up with something to draw, write, or generally come up with. But…He just…couldn’t. Nothing was inspiring him to write or draw. He kept placing the pencil onto the paper…and removing it. The lead would touch the paper…and would be removed. He just didn’t know how to spontaneously come up with something creative. It was like telling a double amputee to walk on prosthetic legs. It just can’t be done without some time and practice.
Roman soon threw his pencil across the room, crumpled up the paper and threw it as hard as he could against the wall. But paper being paper, it only lightly bounced off the wall and floated to the ground. This wasn’t satisfying enough. He needed more! MORE!
Roman picked up his desk, carried it out of his room and threw the desk as hard as he could out the door. Roman stared at the desk as it crashed into pieces out on the lawn. He huffed and puffed as the pieces of his desk crumpled into a scattered pile of wood on the front lawn. He stared at the wooden desk for a little longer, before turning around to head back to his room.
“Strange seeing you here.” A face in front of Roman had said.
Roman jumped a good 5 feet into the air and held his chest as he huffed even more, staring at the person in front of him with fear. “You scared me!”
The person who happened to have glasses, removed them and cleaned the lens with his shirt. “I apologize for giving you a fright, Roman.” The person told him.
Roman was finally able to register who this was. The glasses, tie and collared t-shirt gave it away.
“It’s…okay, Logan.” Roman replied.
Logan titled his head as he saw a big pile of brown on the lawn. “Mind if I ask why there is a broken desk out on the front lawn?” Logan asked.
Roman’s anger began to subside from both the previous satisfaction of throwing the desk, and now Logan’s soft voice.
“Well…that was my fault.” Roman explained.
“Ah…I see. Might I ask what you did?” Logan asked.
Roman sighed as he looked down and started playing with his own 10 fingers. “I threw the- I got angry at the desk because I couldn’t draw or write anything good.” Roman explained.
Logan nodded. “I see. While I would like to say that experiencing a creativity block is not your fault…I would also like to say that your creative block is not the desk’s fault either.” Logan explained.
Roman held his arm as he nodded. “I know…But I felt a strong urge to throw something! I was angry!” Roman explained.
“But does throwing and breaking something solve your creative block?” Logan asked.
Roman huffed and crossed his arms as he looked down with an angry look. “...No.” He spat out.
“Hm…I am sensing your anger now.” Logan mentioned. “Perhaps I could help you get over your anger- handle it, if you will.” Logan offered.
Roman looked up at Logan with a softened expression. “Would you?” Roman asked.
Logan smiled proudly and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the room changed into a full concrete room, with sledgehammers, weapons and broken items sprawled about. Furthermore, Roman and Logan were in white suits with safety glasses on their eyes and red headphones on their heads.
Roman smiled as he immediately recognized what this was and specifically, what this room was inspired by:
“I suppose you’ve seen the internet series Unus Annus?” Logan asked.
“Um- YES!” Roman replied, before repeating the ‘Unus Annus’ theme chant at the beginning of every video.
Logan couldn’t help but smile as Roman did the chant. “I am giving you a room to break all the items you want to. Most weapons are at your disposal. The only items that we discarded from this room were guns.” Logan explained.
Roman looked completely hyped up and ready to break all the things. “Can I break things now? Now?! NOW?!” Roman asked.
Logan let out a chuckle. “Yes, you may break away.” Logan replied.
“YESS!” Roman cheered as he grabbed the metal baseball bat first. “HULK SMASH!” Roman shouted as he swung at a nearby computer monitor. The computer monitor’s glass front broke, and the rest of the tv screen went flying into the concrete wall.
Roman started completely destroying as much of the items as he could. The printer was in ruin, the glass table was shattered into bits, the plates were yeeted against the wall, and the baseball bat was split in half. There was even a golf club with a big hole in one side. It was pretty funny.
Roman soon rested his body on a yoga mat and huffed loudly. He was exhausted.
“Feeling better now?” Logan asked.
Roman was still huffing and puffing, so he gave him a nod in response.
Logan smiled a little. “Alright. Would you like to go back?” Logan asked.
Roman nodded again. “Sure.” Roman replied.
And with a snap of the hand, they were back home in Roman’s room. Roman immediately laid himself onto his own bed and smiled. He felt so much better after destroying things in that concrete room. But there was still something that Roman wanted to do:
“Hey Logan,” Roman called.
Logan looked at Roman. “Yes?”
Roman sat up. “I want to do something to thank you for helping me.” Roman explained.
Logan blinked in surprise. “But…you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Logan told him.
Roman got up onto his feet. “I want to!” Roman declared, showing excitement.
Logan smiled a little and started to blush a little. “Well…” Logan thought for a moment. “There is something I wouldn’t mind us doing.” Logan admitted.
Roman turned his head so his right ear would get most of the sound.
Logan cleared his throat awkwardly. “There…is a type of play…that I haven’t really experienced before.” Logan admitted.
Roman gasped and held his own cheeks with his hands. “Really?! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Roman begged.
Logan sighed. “I think it’s better if I show you.” Logan replied.
Roman smiled and waited for him to show him.
Logan walked up to Roman with his hands rubbing together nervously. He knelt down beside Roman and started gently squeezing Roman’s side. Roman’s reaction was immediate: He started giggling and falling to the side to stop the hand from tickling.
“HEhehehey! Hehehehehehe! Ihihihit tihihihicklehes!” Roman giggled, rolling onto his back as he struggled to get away from the evil hand.
Logan bit his lip with a smile. “That’s what I was trying to convey…” Logan admitted before letting go of Roman.
Roman went limp for only a little bit, and looked at Logan. “So…Yohou wanna be tickled?” Roman asked.
Logan blushed a little harder at the question. He looked down with a small, embarrassed smile on his face. “Yeah…” Logan replied.
Roman giggled as he got up onto his knees, and scooted himself closer to Logan. “Why, I’d love to be your tickle monster!” Roman declared.
Beyond all odds, Logan’s cheeks grew even more red than before. But amidst the blushing, Logan opened his arms and allowed him to strike.
Taking some inspiration from Logan himself, Roman started by squeezing both of Logan’s sides. Logan immediately widened his eyes and grew a wobbly, cute little smile onto his face. “Ohoho bohohoy- Hahahahahaha! Ihit’s soooo weihihird!” Logan told him as he laughed.
Roman giggled at this. “I know, right?! It’s the weirdest feeling!” Roman replied. “It makes you all giddy and happy too!” Roman added.
Logan reached down and grabbed Roman’s wrists as he doubled over with laughter. “HAHAhahahaha! AAAHAhahaha!” Logan lifted his body up, let go of Roman’s wrists and placed his inner fists onto his own chin. “EEEEEHEHEHE!” Logan laughed and giggled, shaking his head wildly.
“Wow! All this from some squeezes on the side? How cute!” Roman teased.
Logan’s blush, by some weird miracle, started darkening into a more scarlet purple color. “IHIHI’M NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE!” Logan yelled back.
“Awww, denying it too? How predictable! And cute at the same time!” Roman teased further.
Logan dropped his hands down and leaned back into Roman’s chest. “IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Logan laughed.
“Can’t what, Logan? What can’t you do?” Roman asked.
“HAHANDLE IHIHIT!” Logan replied.
“Oooooh, you can’t HAND-le it?” Roman asked as he showed Logan one of his hands. “Get it? Because I’m tickling you with my HANDS?” Roman added.
Logan verbally groaned at the terrible pun, and whined as well. “Thahahat wahahas awwwfuhuhul.” Logan complained.
“Sorry to hear it didn’t TICKLE your fancy.” Roman teased.
Logan fell to one side and covered his face with his own hands. “Stahahahap!” Logan ordered through his hands.
“Naaah…How about I tickle this tummy wummy of yours? How does that sound?” Roman asked, wiggling his fingers at him.
Logan uncovered his eyes for just a second…then squeaked and covered them up again. How DARE Roman be so good at this! AAAH!
Roman brought his hands up to Logan’s belly and started squeezing and skittering his fingers all over it. Logan wheezed and rocked his body left and right as he giggled happily.
“Wow! Is someone enjoying this?” Roman asked.
Logan uncovered one of his eyes with his fingers and looked down slightly before nodding.
Roman paused, clapped his hands and cheered. “Yay! I’m so happy you’re enjoying this!” Roman declared.
Logan just giggled more and shook his head. “Cohohome ohohon, Rohoman…Cahahan’t you just tickle me without saying anything?” Logan asked.
Roman blinked in surprise. “Really? Okay. I can do that.” Roman replied.
Roman started tickling his belly and belly button with both of his fingers while keeping his mouth shut. The only thing he was showing Logan was a cute little smile.
Logan giggled and laughed through the whole thing. The only thing filling the room was Logan’s laughter and Roman’s slight finger brushes as he tickled. Logan’s cheeks and ears were visibly red through the whole thing, and his eyes were closed with a toothy smile showing on his face as he laughed through his teeth.
Roman eventually piped up. “Do you need a break?” Roman asked.
Logan shook his head. “Nohohoho, Ihihi’m fihihihine.” Logan replied.
Roman’s smile grew brighter as he kept on going. “Well, I’m getting a little bit bored of the belly, so I think I’m gonna move somewhere else.” Roman decided.
Logan nodded and let him.
Roman moved to Logan’s hips and started gently squeezing them. Logan bursted out laughing almost immediately, and threw his head back as another fit of laughter left his mouth. He was wiggling and flopping around too. It was pretty funny to look at.
“Because it’s a really good ticklish spot! One of my favorite tickle spots, to be completely honest.” Roman added.
Logan just kept on laughing wholeheartedly from Roman’s skilled fingers. Roman spent a little while longer tickling Logan with not much else to say to him. Eventually, Roman stopped tickling Logan and gave him some water and a cold wash cloth to cool Logan down. Logan took them thankfully and gave Roman a big, sweaty hug.
A little anger management for a little physical affection. Favors can go a long way.
Since Tuesday a lot of stuff happened. As I already posted my mom told me on Tuesday that I will move into another care home than the one that was planned at first and I will move in there on 4th April.
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I didn't react with a meltdown or crying at first but I had a lot of meltdowns in the last days and I even destroyed my phone in a meltdown on Wednesday. Luckily I had enough money in my room so the boss of the care home drove Wednesday in the afternoon to the electronics store in the next city and bought the one I wanted. Since today I also have a out door phone case the protect my phone from meltdowns.
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On Thursday I and the boss of the care home tried to talk with the boss of the new care home on the telephone but I had a meltdown. Than he talked with her alone and he was good in advocating for my needs and that are important for me. Then my accommodations were sure (It's logical a home for disableds but disabled people have different needs so they need to be treated differently in some things.) But I still was scared because I didn't know exactly how moving will look like and how the measurements of my room will be so I couldn't plan furniture. Now I know all these stuff.
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I think the new care home will be better than my current one or at least as good as my current one.
But I'm also scared. I want to share some facts about my new care home.
- The organisation is specialised on intellectual and psychiatric disabilities (Autism is a psychiatric condition according to the Austrian system of disability categorisation.)
- The care home is in a single family house and only 5 residents live in it
- While day 3 caretakers are at the care home and 1 while night. In the night the caretaker sleeps but the residents of the care home are allowed to wake them up if they need help. That are much more caretakers than in my current one and in my current one live much more residents.
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- The care home is specialised on people with severe emotional regulation or behaviour disorders.
- I don't need to go to a special workplace / day centre at the new care home and if I want I can go but the special workplace / day centre of the organisation has only open from Monday to Thursday and only from 8 a.m to 12 p.m which is much less than my current one. (I will not go to the special workplace/ day centre at first but when I'm at the care home for a while I will talk about it with the caretakers or boss of the care home.)
- It's unfortunately much more further away of my family than my current one but I hope it will be better although these fact because the new care home is especially for people like me.
