Writing in a Loud World

It took me years to realize that no matter where I lived, there would always be noise. That is the nature of sharing this world with other people. Short of living in a soundproof dome there was no way I could escape it. It baffled me that my friends and family weren’t as overwhelmed by the noise. They never understood why I couldn’t adapt to it. They seemed to just brush it off as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

While they could adapt, I would become overstimulated and extremely angry at the evasive noises of life that interrupted my ability to concentrate, feel calm, or sleep at night.

It wasn’t until after I learned I was autistic that I understood my inability to adapt to the unavoidable noises of everyday life resulting from sensory processing challenges.