#my goats... my goats...

Love your work. You're carrying the Ford lovers on your back btw. :]

This ask suspiciously came in 5 days after I started taking ADHD medication for the first time... who are you and why do you know that...?

HAHA anyway, I think I'm qualified to speak on this, as I am a proud AuDHD soldier.

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I strongly believe it is practically canon that Ford himself is at *least* autistic, I mean.. he shows every symptom in the book, and then some. See: his vast amount of knowledge on science/anomalies, social awkwardness, incredibly blunt communication style, and struggling with empathy.

That being said, I think he would be incredibly understanding of your disabilities because one, he's smart... obviously he's highly educated on the topic of the nuerodivergent spectrum. And two, he himself is on said spectrum.

I'm not sure if I wrote this in my diary, or here on my blog, but I love the idea of you and Ford parralel playing. You sit with him at his desk and do whatever you like to do, while he gets up and down from his seat and moves around the lab to work. Hours pass by in minutes with him, it feels like you had just sat down with him 20 minutes ago to indulge in your own fixations, when in reality it has been over 7 hours, and neither of you have spoken a word to eachother. The only reason why you checked the time is because the full blatter you have been ignoring since hour 1 has had enough of your nonsense. Only then will you excuse yourself, and he will give a single grunt in response, not looking up from his paperwork.

Ford is amazing to you for the most part. You guys have your rough days where your mental disabilities inevitably make you bump heads, but he knows how to deal with you, and vice versa. He's the only person that doesn't drain your social battery, the only person who's voice doesn't make your ears ring with overstimulation when he speaks for too long, the only person you aren't including when you say "I'd like to be left alone." That phrase actually often translates to: "I want to be alone... with you in the corner doing your own thing." LOL

He would never judge you or make you feel any kind of way about yourself when you have meltdowns/little moments in general. He knows what it's like, and he always has something up his sleeve (figuratively & literally) that will subdue you shortly. Ford is like those grandmas that have a random bottle of assorted pills in their purse, you take two thinking they are Tylenol for your headache, and next thing you know, you're chained to the porcelain throne an hour later. Because they were indeed not a tylenol.. But a stool softener.

HOWEVER, The difference between Granny and Ford is that he actually knows what he's giving you out of his mystery pill pocket. Of course he does... the second he notices you breathing shallower than usual, he digs through his pocket and promptly takes out a magnesium and makes you swallow it with a swig of his flask.

Could be a placebo, but it always seems to work... somehow. I mean, it could also just be him hugging and comforting you, and such... but two things can be true at once.

You guys are a "yapper x yapper" couple. He yaps about his special interests... you cut him off, start yapping about yours.. the cycle goes on. You'll never run out of things to talk about, people often give you two dirty looks in public for talking to eachother EVERYWHERE. Grocery stores, resturaunts, dentist lobbies. He'd be hovering over you while the dentist is trying to do their job, micromanaging everything they does in order to 1, keep you calm, and 2, because... it's Ford. One thing he's gonna do is micromanage a health professional. He knows more.

"Seriously, I told you I could fill that tooth myself at home. I don't care what their degree says, everyone here barely passed college with all C's!"

You can't even argue back because the dentist is knuckles deep in your gums drilling away, trying not to take the drill to Ford's head.