Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. The tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Bespoke. Weighted. Blanket.
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Honestly, my whole life, my whole bloody life... Obsessed with being covered with blankets (heavier = better) even in sweltering Levant summer heat (aircon but still blanket). Then I read about this online and what it means and the puzzle pieces all start to fit together.
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Stimming, liking social interactions only if highly structured/no unknowns, heavy blankets, dyspraxia, food not touching other food, ... *tears of joy*
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