Saturday 20 October 2012 True Love SMS True Love SMS → ι ωιѕн ι ωαѕ υя вℓαηкєт,ι ωιѕн ι ωαѕ υя вє∂, ι ωιѕн ι ωαѕ υя ριℓℓσω υη∂єяηєαтн υя нєα∂,ι ωαηηα в αяσυη∂ υ,ι ωαηηα нσℓ∂ υ тιgнт, &αмρ; в тнє ℓυ¢ку ρєяѕση ωнσ кιѕѕєѕ υ gσσ∂ηιтє → υνє ωση му ℓυν ησω ι ℓυν υ.тнιѕ нєαят σƒ мιηє ι gινє 2 υ.ѕσ кєєρ ιт ѕαƒє αѕ ι нανє ∂σηє.ƒσя υ нανє 2 αη∂ ι нανє ησηє! → ι ∂σηт нανє тнє мєαѕєℓѕ, ι αм ησт ¢σηƒιηє∂ тσ вє∂, αѕρєяιη ωσηт нєℓρ ¢σz ι αιηт му нєα∂, ι ∂σηт нανє вα¢к α¢нє σя тнє ƒℓυ, ιтѕ мσяє ѕєяισυѕ...ι αм мιѕѕιη υ! → υℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє мιηє 4 ησω &αмρ; 4єνєя.υℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє мιηє 4 υ я му тяєαѕυяє.υℓℓ αℓωαуѕ вє мιηє ρℓєαѕє тєℓℓ мє ιтѕ тяυє.ρℓєαѕє вє мιηє 4єνєя ιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ ℓυν υ → тнєяє αяє тυℓιρѕ ιη му gαя∂єη,тнєяє αяє тυℓιρѕ ιη тнє ραяк.вυт ησтнιηg ιѕ мσяє вє вєαυтιƒυℓ тнєη συя тωσ ℓιρѕ мєєтιηg ιη тнє ∂αяк! → ι ℓσνє 3 тнιηgѕ! тнє ѕυη, тнє мσση αη∂ υ! тнє ѕυη ƒσя тнє ∂αу, тнє мσση ƒσя тнє ηιgнт αη∂ уσυ ƒσяєνєя! → ιƒ ι ∂ιє∂ σя тяανєℓℓє∂ ƒαя, ι\'∂ ωяιтє υя ηαмє ση єνєяу ѕтαя,ѕσ єνєяуσηє ¢συℓ∂ ℓσσк υρ &αмρ; ѕєє, ∂αт υ мєαη тнє ωσяℓ∂ 2 мє → ωαηтιη υ ιѕ єαѕу мιѕѕιη υ ιѕ нαя∂.ωιѕнιη υ ωαѕ ωιν мє ωяαρρє∂ υρ ιη му αямѕ.¢σηѕтαηтℓу тнιηк σƒ υ ωєη ωє я αραят.ινє gσт тнє ρα∂ℓσ¢к υ нαν тнє кєу тσ му нєαят → нσω ¢αη υ тєℓℓ тнє яαιη ησт 2 ƒαℓℓ ωєη ¢ℓσυ∂ѕ єχιѕт?нσω ¢αη υ тєℓℓ тнє ℓєανєѕ ησт 2 ƒαℓℓ ωєη тнє ωιη∂ єχιѕтѕ?нσω ¢αη υ тєℓℓ мє ησт 2 ƒαℓℓ ιη ℓσνє ωє υ єχιѕт? → α¢¢ι∂єηтѕ ∂σ нαρρєη.ι ѕℓιρ- ι тяιρ- ι ѕтυмвℓє- ι ƒαℓℓ &αмρ; υѕυαℓℓу ι ∂σηт ¢αяє αт αℓℓ.вυт ησω ι ∂σηт кησω ωнαт тσ ∂σ ¢σѕ ι ѕℓιρρє∂ αη∂ ƒєℓℓ ιη ℓσνє ωιтн υ → ℓσνє ιѕ ℓιкє α gσℓ∂єη ¢нαιη тнαт ℓιηкѕ συя нєαятѕ тσgєтнєя αη∂ ιƒ уσυ єνєя вяєαк тнαт ¢нαιη уσυℓℓ вяєαк му нєαят 4єνєя!χχχ → ωнєη тнє ηιgнт ¢σмєѕ, ℓσσк αт тнє ѕку. ιƒ уσυ ѕєє α ƒαℓℓιηg ѕтαя, ∂ση\'т ωση∂єя ωну, נυѕт мαкє α ωιѕн. тяυѕт мє, ιт ωιℓℓ ¢σмє тяυє, вє¢αυѕє ι ∂ι∂ ιт αη∂ ι ƒσυη∂ уσυ → тяυє ℓυν ιѕ нαя∂ 2 ƒιη∂.ѕρє¢ιαℓ 1-1 σƒ α кιη∂.вυт тнє ℓυν ιηѕι∂є σƒ мє ιѕ тяυє.ιт αρρєαяє∂ тнє ∂αу ι мєт уσυ! → ιт тαкєѕ 2 тσ тαηgσ.2 тσ кιѕѕ.2 тσ тαℓк &αмρ; яємєηιѕ¢є.ѕσ мαηу gσσ∂ тнιηgѕ ¢υм ιη 2 &αмρ; σηє σƒ тнσѕє тнιηgѕ ιѕ мє &αмρ; υ! → υ ѕαу υ ℓυν мє &αмρ; ωαηт 2 нσℓ∂ мє тιgнт.тнσѕє ωσя∂ѕ яυη тняυ му нєα∂ ∂αу &αмρ; ηιтє.ι ∂яєαмт υ нєℓ∂ мє &αмρ; мα∂є мє ѕєє ∂αт 4єνєя 2gєтнєя ωє ωσσ∂ вє! → 1000 ωσя∂ѕ 1 ¢σσ∂ ѕαу.1000 ωιѕнєѕ 1 ¢σσ∂ ρяαу.1000 мιℓєѕ ℓєgѕ ¢σσ∂ ωαℓк.1000 ѕσυη∂ѕ α мσυтн ¢σσ∂ тαℓк.1000 тιмєѕ ιℓℓ в тяυє.1000 ωαуѕ 2 ѕαу ι ℓυν υ! → ινє gσт υя вαк &αмρ; υνє gσт мιηє.ιℓℓ нєℓρ υ συт ηєтιмє.2 ѕєє υ нυят 2 ѕєє υ ¢яу.мαкєѕ мє ωєєρ &αмρ; ωαηηα ∂ιє.ιℓℓ в яιgнт нєяє тιℓ ∂ єη∂.¢σѕ υя му ℓυν &αмρ; му вєѕтƒяιєη∂ → уσυ ¢αη ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм α вяι∂gє, уσυ ¢αη ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм αвσνє, вυт тнє вєѕт ωαу σƒ ƒαℓℓιηg, ιѕ ƒαℓℓιηg ιη ℓσνє! → тнєяє αяє 3 ѕтєρѕ тσ нαρρу нαρριηєѕѕ: 1 уσυ. 2 мє. 3 συя нєαятѕ 4 єтєяηιту! Posted by Kiran Bele at 21:53

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PLUSH ONE vi (By NeuroFabulous) Plankton knew he could make Krabby Patties now. He could have the success he'd always craved! Just then, Karen comes in to check on him. Her eyes widen when she sees an envelope in his grasp. "What's that?" she asks. Plankton's face lights up, his eye shining with excitement. "Formula," he says, his voice quick and choppy. "Secret recipe." Karen's eyes narrow. "How did you get that?" she asks. Plankton's smiling awkwardly, his eye darting to the side. "Found it," he murmurs, his grip tightening on the envelope with anticipation. Karen's screen lights up, her eyes shining with excitement. "Oh, Plankton, that's amazing!" she shrieks, clapping her hands together. Her shrill cheer is loud for Plankton, each clap echoing in the space. But her excitement quickly fades as she sees the look of terror on his face. "What's wrong?" she asks, seeing Plankton flinch. "Loud," he whimpers, his eye wide with fear. It dawns on Karen that the sound of her clapping was too much for him, her screen filled with regret for getting to excited and yelling, knowing she's hurt him, even if it was unintentional. "I'm so—" Plankton cuts her off with a quick shake of his head. "No," he murmurs, his eye searching hers desperately. "Karen, safe." The room falls silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Karen's heart races. What had she done wrong? Her excitement for him had turned into a trigger. She sits by him, her hand tentatively reaching out... Plankton flinches at the sudden movement. His eye widens in fear. Karen's heart breaks. "It's okay," she says, her voice gentle. "It's just me, Karen." But her words don't penetrate his new reality. He clutches the envelope to his chest, his breathing rapid. The world around him is a minefield of sensory overload, and she's the unknown variable. She can see the fear in his eye, the way his antennae twitch. "Plankton," she says softly, keeping her voice low and even. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt yo-" He jumps at the sound of her voice, his antennae shooting up like antennas detecting a threat. The envelope flutters to the floor, forgotten. "Plankton," Karen whispers, her hand hovering in the air, afraid to make contact. "You're scared of me?" He nods, his body tight as a coiled spring, his breaths shallow. "Karen," he says, his voice shaky. "Love Karen." The words hang in the air, a testament to their bond. But the fear in his eye tells a different story. This is the first time he's expressed fear of her, and it hits Karen like a punch to the gut. "Plankton," she says softly, keeping her voice low, "You know I'd never tr-" He flinches again, the simplicity of his fear stark. "Need space," he mumbles, his voice barely audible over the pounding in her chest. Karen nods, her hand falling to her side. She takes a step back, giving him the distance he needs. "Okay," she says, her voice breaking. "I'll be right he-" "No," he says, his voice urgent. Karen's eyes follow his gaze, understanding his distress. They both know what that envelope means to him, a bridge between his old life and his new reality. Gently, she picks it up, her hand shaking slightly. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice low. "How about if I keep my voice dow-" But Plankton's already shaking his head, his eye wide with panic. "No," he says, his voice strained. "Mine." Karen's heart clenches. She understands his fear, but she also knows the importance of his obsession. "Okay," she says, placing the envelope in his hands. "Let's just sit." But then she accidentally touches him, brushing his arm. "Whoops," she says, her voice shaking. "I---" But he pulls away, his body rigid with tension. "No touch," he says firmly. Karen nods, her eyes brimming with tears she fights to hold back. She's learning the dance of his new reality, the steps not quite familiar yet. "Okay," she whispers, her hand retreating to her lap. "Let's just ta-" But Plankton's eye snaps to the envelope in his hand, his grip tightening. "Mine," he repeats, his voice a mix of panic and determination. Karen nods, her heart aching. "Okay," she says softly, her hands in her lap. "W---" But Plankton's eye is still on the envelope, his grip tightening. "NO," he says, his voice rising, the word echoing in the room. Karen's eyes widen, his distress clear. "Plankton," she whispers, her hands up in a peaceful gesture. "Ca--" But Plankton's panic doesn't subside. He clutches the envelope, his body shaking. "SAID, NO!" he shouts. "NO! MORE! NO MORE!" This isn't the man she knew, the man she'd spoken to just moments ago. The room feels smaller, the air thicker with his fear. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice shaking. "I'll give you space." She retreats to her own bed. Plankton's breaths slow, his body relaxing slightly. Karen watches him from the corner of her screen. The silence stretches between them, thick with the unspoken words of fear and misunderstanding. Her hand aches to reach out to him, to soothe his anxiety, but she knows better now. She's a stranger in his world of sensory chaos. Karen lies in bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind whirling with what-ifs and worries. She'd read about the unpredictability of autism, how it could affect people in so many different ways. But seeing it firsthand, feeling the sharp edge of Plankton's panic, was something else entirely. Her thoughts are a tangled web of emotions - love, fear, determination. She'll learn his new language, this dance of sensory avoidance and connection. They'll find their way through this, together. But for now, she needs to respect his boundaries, the lines he's drawn around his comfort. The room is silent except for Plankton quietly reading the recipe to himself. Her eyes follow his movements, his lips moving as he whispers the ingredients, his antennae twitching with each word as she watches him from afar. This is her Plankton, but not. The man she loves, lost in his new world of patterns and fears. Plankton's eye darts to her, his voice a whisper. "Karen?" The fear in his voice is palpable. "I'm here," she says. She wants to comfort him, to wipe away his distress. But she knows better now. She's a guest in his new world, and she must tread lightly.