I had an issue at my grandma’s house for *********. The kids were yelling and having fun, but being loud. The TV was on, people were talking, and my brother was playing his guitar. It was all too much. I started feeling overwhelmed, I was on the verge of a panic attack. The sounds were all happening all at once, I couldn’t tune anything out. I begged my brother to stop playing. He wouldn’t. He said I was being unreasonable, and annoying for asking. Why can’t people help me out when I need it? Why do I have to be expected to sit there like everything is all normal when on the inside I feel like I am about to explode from all the commotion driving me crazy? That would have been a nice situation to have some compromise. People adapt to me. I am not talking about strangers adapting to me. I don’t give a fuck if some stranger likes how I do things. No one is forcing you to talk to me, so leave. It’s the people who supposedly want to get closer to me. Yes, I know I need to “tough it out” but why can’t I also be given a break and given some assistance?