#developmentally disabled

You woke up to quiet chaos. Hushed yelling, doors slamming open and shut, quick, heavy footfalls until it was your door that swung open. "Kid. Wake up, kiddo." It was Simon, who was quickly packing up the few clothes and things they had gotten you over the last month.

"Si, was wrong?" You mumble sleepily, yelping quietly when he picks you up. "Si, bunny! Bunny!" You whine when the beloved stuffed animal falls from your hand.

"Bloody hell, kid -" Simon quickly stoops down and swipes the stuffed animal off the ground. "Here, hold tight, be quiet, okay? You'll get candy after." He promises in a quiet but stern tone. You didn't like that tone. It reminds you of Papa and all of his mean friends, but you listen.

Simon wasn't mean like Papa, and he said that you would get candy if you listened. The hallways were even louder, but Simon tucked your head into his neck. "Head down, kid. Stay." You whimper a little at the sudden movement but obey.

You feel rain on your skin, shivering from the cold air when Simon makes it outside. There's shouting for a few minutes until it's all muffled by the slam of a car door. The vehicle is warmer inside, but you can't stop shivering as you cling tighter to Simon's chest, nose pressed against his very steady pulse point.

The doors open and shut two more times until the engine revs and the humvee pulls off. You were completely wired now, clutching your stuffed bunny tight as you lean back from Simon's neck. "Si, what's wrong? Where are we going?"

"On a little trip. We need to go somewhere new for a little while." Simon explains simply as he reaches over and takes Johnny's bag. The scottish man lets out an annoyed grunt when he watches Simon snatch a few small candy bars from his pouch. "Shut it. They need something to eat."

"Candy at midnight isn't a good idea. Or a meal." John quips from the backseat, catching Simon's eyes in the rear view mirror. "Your going to give them a sugar high."

"Already strung up on anxiety. We just need them in a safe house for a few weeks." Simon retorts back as he unwraps the sweet treat and offers it to you. "Here, Y/N. Eat up." He softens his tone a little, watching as devour the fun sized snickers in one bite.

Simon was getting attached. John could see it plainly, though he couldn't deny he was getting attached too. Kyle was warming up to you as time went on, especially since he got to teach you things. He helped you learn about technology, practiced your reading with you, and helped you learn some basic skills.

"You got your bunny, kid?" Kyle asks from the front seat, turning so he can see you.

"Mmhmm, Si grabbed him for me." You mumble around the second chocolate bar Simon gives you. "Why are we leaving?"

"You're just full of questions, huh? No more." Simon scolds softly as he moves you into the seat beside him. "Do you want to watch a movie?" He offers, fishing around in the bag he packed for you for your phone.

You pout a little when he doesn't answer your question. No one does. He opens up the phone that Kyle child proofed and downloaded movies, too, so you stay quiet. Simon picks something quiet and less stimulating, handing you the phone before leaning his head back on the headrest.

I had a mean psychiatrist last year. And he told me online friends don't count.

Even though I was talking about my only in person friend, who I just message more than see.

But I want to know if my blog friends are my real friends. I think so. But his words stay in my head.

And I don't understand social like others, because developmental disability. So just asking the Tumblr.

high support needs severely disabled live w family as caregiver.

am supervised. there someone in house with me almost at all times. they know everything they shower u dress u see u naked. they clean your room organize your stuff sometimes without tell you. where u want go depend on they take you. am have it easier than some other disabled n developmentally disabled adults who need someone in room w them at all time. at least am get my own room.

do you want your parents hear you masturbate or have sex or your kinks? know you ordered sex toy or need ask them for money to buy sex toy? find toys in your room you trying hide because you need their help clean n you forget you hiding them? know you meeting up w person n reasonably suspect you gonna have sex w them even if you get to not tell them, if they even let you meet person in first place?

answer to those question for me be very much “no” n so have to play game of. can u hide it enough n do it anyway n hope they not find out. or straight up not do them?

there lots stuff wanna do kinks wanna play with but can’t because it too loud noise or leave marks (because they may be able hear and they definitely will see u naked when shower you).

use vibrator at night n have to constantly on alert - is it too loud would they be able hear it? n know am still up at this hour? know am masturbating?

the be monitored be good n bad

get use internet alone have corner to self, post about stuff, scroll n search n read through stuff, message n text other people, n they not know it - some developmentally disabled people get to have that

secret little corner but with trade off of… not get their help recognize bad situation before it happen or escalate. not be able ask them for help when it happen.

am trading safety for freedom

im done with school for now (graduated college with -a lot- of help from family and disability services) and now that im home all the time i think i dont have any friends... there were ppl like me at school so was able to have sorta friends but now its just me (have a longtime friend in a different state but theyre not autistic)