If you were to ask me a question, there is a good 80% chance that my answer will be “snails.” You could be asking me what I want for dinner, what I plan to be doing later, what I’m thinking about — any question you could possibly conjure up would be answered with the same, one-word reply.
Snails. I couldn’t tell you when or why it started; all I know is that one day, snails decided to move into my brain and never leave.
My autism, ADHD, and OCD create the perfect environment to sustain a large population of intrusive, snaily thoughts. Sometimes the snails are good house guests.
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