Imagine crying cuz someone bought you earrings

Here’s the story.

I put a pair of earrings on layaway because they’re really cute but I couldn’t afford them straight out.

So I made payments on them. I told my husband when I first put them on layaway a few weeks ago.

I told my son just the day before.

Yesterday, the start of my autistic meltdown as a forty year old woman at work started because the jeweller called and said my earrings were paid off and I could pick them up.

I didn’t think to ask who, I said thank you and hung up. I texted my husband and asked if paid for them. He said, oh! Secret admirer maybe 🤔

I texted me son, he said, oh! Maybe 🤔 I don’t remember exactly. Everybody trying to be cute and secretive and I’m slowly spiralling.

Maybe my autism diagnosis is too new, maybe my family still think I’ll just put two and two together, I make connections all the time anyway. But when I’m told something, I believe it, and then I don’t know what to doubt except my own perception.

So I pushed and struggled and sent many texts and began getting scared to even pick the earrings up, I mean, what if it’s a freaky stalker that’s waiting for me to show up just to chloroform me!

So amongst my panic, I began receiving ‘realistic texts’ from my family. They were saying things like, think about it, who else?

And I popped, like a balloon full of too much air I popped and I cried in the middle of the office.

Thank gawd no one else was around and thank gawd I have had enough experience losing my cool that I know how to pick up the pieces!

Many conversations happened that evening with my family. I tried my hardest to explain exactly why it stressed me out so much. It was hard, but the earrings are beautiful and now everyone is happy again.

And my autism is pocketed for another day.

I am a Non-Miss

And I’m autistic