I can't wear anything tight either or else I feel like I am suffocating. I don't even wear a bra either, if men want to gawk at what can be seen, as long as they don't touch. I can't wear anything with buttons or embrodery either. I can't volenteer at the local zoo because of their stupid uniform policy requires a button down shirt. Perhaps I should sue for discrimation like this Muslim girl is doing to Disney because they won't let her wear her head covering. Anyway, I think it'd get "fired" my first day for insulting people when they called a lion a tiger or something stupid like that or asked me what something was when the sign is in front of them. But anyway, I can't even wear pants. I would have meltdows as a kid when my mom insisted I do for winter and I felt as if I couldn't brethe because the waste was too tight. It could be a size 100 waste and I'd still feel as if I was suffocating. I can't have anything touching my knees when they are unbent or else I will faint. There must be an artery or a nerve there that shouldn't be but the stupid doctors think it's just a sensory thing related to the autism and nothing else. I could only stand to wear pants for a short time and jeans were the only thing I could tolerate. My mom says that as a kid, I would only tolerate sweats. I don't remember much from when I was a kid, but I think she is right. As an adult, I can't tolerate anything with an elastic waste. My stupid riding instructor said it was impossible to ride a horse in shorts without rubbing your legs raw. If I ever get my own horse, I will ride bareback then. I think saddles are hard on a horse's back anyway. As an adult I am free to wear whatever I want and that consists only of denium shorts and Lion King and Invader Zim shirts.
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I'm not weird, you're just too normal.