And it’d be a pleasure to not be this overwhelmed by everything. Feelings leave me motionless. So I learn to not feel.
But you sat across me and I heard the sirens of an ambulance, and I assured you that this is so, so normal. I hear them at least once, everyday.
But one day it’d be your hands in mine, and that sound that normally takes a turn around the corner and fades out…..that sound, will park it’s four frantic wheels right by our side. And then what?
What good would this desensitization be?
I’m no good till I figure out how to direct all this overstimulation instead of shutting it out.