It’s so weird to see the differences in the sensory environments at my great-grandparents’ house and my parents’ house especially after moving out last year.

As an autistic adult, I feel like my great-grandparents’ house is much more sensory friendly. What I love is that I get to be my largely unmasked autistic self; I’ve been on an unmasking process for the past couple of years. I also get to socialize a lot more, even outside of my job and it isn’t very socially exhausting. It still has several issues and one in particular is obviously the western propaganda they watch all the time but I don’t have to hear it since I have my headphones in a lot.

My parents’ house is okay, but it’s become less sensory friendly in the last 4-5 years. it’s gotten to a point where I’ve been told not to come for my own comfort. Everyday there’s always someone emotionally dysregulated; for the most part it’s my dad.