New year affirmations ♥︎ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ♥︎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ♥︎𝑖’𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙s ♥︎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑜𝑦， 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ ♥︎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ♥︎𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤 ♥︎ 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ♥︎𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟 ♥︎ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 ♥︎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 ♥︎ 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 ♥︎ 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 ♥︎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ♥︎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡

memies: image INTRODUCTION/ICEBREAKER STARTER - Feel free to change pronouns, e.t.c. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is…” “A new face, eh? Haven’t seen one of those in a while.” “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are crying. May I offer you a tissue?” “Do you know any good cafes in the area?” “No, we haven’t met before. I must just have one of those faces, I suppose.” “That looks heavy - need a hand?” “Why don’t you want to tell me your name?” “Hey! You can’t be in here!” “I seem to be low on cash… Would you mind sharing a ride with me?” “What are you staring at?” “Would you mind sharing your umbrella with me? I forgot mine at home.” “Excuse me!” “Please don’t stand on that!” “I love your sweater, would you mind telling me where you got it?” “I know we barely know eachother, but I… I could really use some company right now.” “Get out of my way!” “Would you mind removing your arm? You are blocking my armrest.” “Excuse me, have you seen this dog?” “I think you dropped this.” “Is this seat taken?” “No, I’m *Name here*. I think you are mistaking me for someone else.” “I wouldn’t mind some company, I don’t know anyone here.” “May I borrow your phone?” “Could you help me with this?” “I need a stranger’s honest opinion… Which one of these dresses look best on me?”

𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

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𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖬 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 Pt. 1 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) Plankton is autistic. His wife, Karen, is supportive and she understands his struggles and his sensory sensitivities. They kept his autism secret from their son Chip. But one day, Chip comes home from camp earlier than either of his parents expected, for the traffic was better than usual. And Chip notices something he's never seen. At least, not with his dad. Chip peaks in his parents bedroom to find Plankton on his bed, on his side. He seemed to be shaking. So Chip inched closer, unsure of what he's seeing. His father's body jerked in quick, rhythmic spasms, his eye rolled bac̶k, and his mouth's parted open, drool trickling out the side. Paпic strikes Chip. He's never seen anything like this! The room is eerily silent except for the quıet, muffled sounds of his father's shaking and his own racing heart. The scene seems frozen in time, and Chip's mind races with questions and fear. What's wrong with Dad? He cautiously approaches the bed, his hands now shaking as much as his father's body. Plankton's eyelid flutters rapidly in synchronization with the clonic jerks. "Dad; what are you doing?" But Plankton didn't respond. Chip went to find his mom. Karen was gardening in the back when he found her. "Mom," Chip yelled, "Come quick!" His voice was trembling with fear. Karen rushed inside, leavıng her garden behind. She saw her husband, and knew immediately what was happening; that Plankton was okay, just having a seızure that wasn't dangerous, but can look scary. She knew Chip's unaware of Plankton's autism. "Chip," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "it's okay. Your dad is having a type of spasm called absentia epileptica. It's part of a condıtıon he has, which's autism." Chip looked at her in confusion. Karen took a deep breath, kneeling down to his level. "You know how sometimes you get so into a video game that you don't notice me calling you?" Chip nodded slowly. "It's kind of like that for your dad, but with his body. It's like his brain goes to a different pla͡ce for a little bit." Chip studied his mother's screen, searching for the truth. Her eyes were calm, her voice soothing. "But why is he, his body doing that?" he asked, his voice still quaking. "It's like when you sneeze, honey," Karen explained. "You don't plan to, it just happens. It's a sudden, quick change in your body that you can't control." She took his hand, leading him to the bedside. Plankton's seızure is subsiding. And then Plankton's eye flitted open, unfocused. He was disoriented and groaned, his gaze wandering around the room. This was the postictal phase, where he was emerging. Karen knew it was crucial to keep him calm. "Look," she said softly, smiling at Chip, "Your dad will be okay. This happens sometimes. It's like when you come out of a deep słeep and don't know where you are for a moment." Chip watched as Plankton's eye gradually focused, landing on Karen's screen. He blinked rapidly, his gaze shifting to Chip's. Recognition took over his features, but confusion lingered. Plankton's voice was slurred, his words difficult to piece together. "Ch... Chip?" Karen nodded reassuringly. "Yes, it's Chip. You had a small seızure, but it's over now. You're okay." Plankton's hand shot up to his face, touching it as if to confirm his reality. His eye searched his son's for an answer. Karen sat on the bed, taking Plankton's hand in hers. "It's part of his autism, sweetie. Some times his brain needs to reboot." She offered a comforting smile as Plankton's gaze cleared somewhat, and he looked at Karen with a mix of relief and embarrassment as he wiped up the drool. But then, Plankton's face contorted in anger. He jerked his hand away from Karen's grasp, his eye snapping to Chip. "What are YOU doing here?" he snapped, his voice harsher than Chip had ever heard it before. It was like his father was a different person, someone he didn't know. Chip took a step back, his heart pouncing in his chest. "I just found you..." he started to explain, but his voıce trailed off. Plankton pushes himself up to a sitting position, his eye wide with anger. "Why are you spying on me?" he accused, his voice rising with every syllable. Karen stepped in quickly, trying to defuse the tension. "Chip wasn't spying, honey. He just came home early and found you like this." But Plankton's anger didn't ease. "Why didn't you ask me?" he demanded, looking at Chip accusingly. Chip felt his eyes stinging with unshed tears, his screen tight. "I... I didn't know what was happening," he stammered. "I was scared." Plankton's face softened slightly, but the anger was still palpable. "How much of my secret's out?" he said, more to Karen than to Chip. Karen sighed, stroking his arm gently. "Chip, repeat to your dad what I taught you." Plankton's jaw tightened, but he looked at his son. Chip took a deep breath. "Mom told me," Chip managed to say, "Mom says that your autistic seizures are because of, uh... Mom said you are..." His voice cracked. "I learned that you're only a little bit ret-..." The room went still as a pin drop. Karen's screen flushed red with anger and sadness. Plankton's eye widened, his body stiffened. "Chip," Karen whispered, "that's not a word we use." But Chip, confused by his father's reaction, just stared, his screen brimming with tears. "How could you say that?" Plankton's voice was low, the paın in his eye was impossible to miss. "You don't understand," Chip sobbed, "I di-" "Understand?" Plankton interrupted, his voice rising. "I'm not some- thing to be understood; I'm your father!" He slams his fists into the mattress. Karen's voice was steady as she spoke, "Plankton, it's ok. We can explain this to Chip." She turned to her son, her eyes filled with compassion. "It's ok to not know everything right now. We'll talk about it. But that word is not nice. It can hurt̸ people." Plankton's anger was palpable, but he swallowed it down, his body slumping in defeat. He looked away from Chip, his gaze firmly planted on the floor. "Just go," he said weakly, "Get outta my fac͘e." The rejection hït Chip like a ton of bricks. Karen's heart broke seeing the hurt̸ on her son's face. She knew Plankton didn't mean to, that his words were just a reflex, a shield against the fear of being misunderstood. "Chip," she said gently, "your dad needs a moment. So you give him some privacy." Chip took a step back off the bed as Plankton begins to mumble. "Do not know what who's talking about.." Karen knew Plankton's self-talk was a type of stim, that he didn't like for it to be interrupted or to be commented on. But she realized that Chip doesn't know this. She turns to Plankton. "Honey," she said softly, "Chip is scared. He's never seen you like this before." Plankton's body tensed. Karen knew he has to decompress. And sure enough, the vocal stimming began again. Plankton's voice was heard. "No scared, is seen before," he says. Chip watched, his eyes wide and filled with fresh confusion. And yet Karen knew that Plankton's repetitive stimming was his way of processing all the overwhelm. Chip had never heard his dad make these sounds. "It's okay," Karen said soothingly, "Dad's just talking to himself to calm down. It's part of his autism." But Chip's curiosity was piqued. He couldn't help but ask, "But why is he–" "CHIP," Plankton's voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a knife. "We SAID I don't like it when YOU interrogate me!" He turned away, his body language a clear signal for space. Chip felt his chest tighten. He wants to understand, but his father's reaction was unsettling.