Post by newwwwusername on May 19, 2023 18:03:08 GMT
Full title : Why are You Masking? You Know it's Okay (I Don't Wanna Stress You After a Long Day)
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Tourettic!Dennis, Autistic!Dennis
Dennis' tics had been around as long as the rest of the society had known him. It had taken a little bit of explaining at first but, after the initial confusion, they all got used to it and would hardly even notice the little jerks of his neck or the odd phrases that would erupt from his throat.
Still, he was insecure about them. How couldn't he be? He'd always been teased through school about his tics and his mother had never been particularly kind about it.
Sandra came over to his house one day after rehearsal (she lived close to him so they would hang out a lot) and, after a while, she noticed he wasn't ticcing all that much, but not because they were just light on them that day, no. She'd known him long enough to tell when he was masking, and it wasn't just his tics he was covering up either.
"Why are you masking?" she asked him, point-blank.
"You had a long day" Dennis replied, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "I don't wanna stress you out more with all my quirks"
"Dennis, look at me"
"I'd rather not..."
"Okay" she replied, chuckling slightly. "You don't have to look at me, but listen to what I say very carefully" she instructed, leaning a bit closer to him to make sure he heard her, no question. "You are my friend. I will never look down on you or resent you for your disorders"
"Oh..." Dennis said lowly and then suddenly his neck jerked to the right. "Wow" he ticced, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid the disgusted look he was sure Sandra had on her face because she'd worked so hard at rehearsal, and she really didn't need to deal with this shit.
He was met with silence and wanted nothing more than to retreat, but the arms wrapping around his body kept him from running.
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Tourettic!Dennis, Autistic!Dennis
Dennis' tics had been around as long as the rest of the society had known him. It had taken a little bit of explaining at first but, after the initial confusion, they all got used to it and would hardly even notice the little jerks of his neck or the odd phrases that would erupt from his throat.
Still, he was insecure about them. How couldn't he be? He'd always been teased through school about his tics and his mother had never been particularly kind about it.
Sandra came over to his house one day after rehearsal (she lived close to him so they would hang out a lot) and, after a while, she noticed he wasn't ticcing all that much, but not because they were just light on them that day, no. She'd known him long enough to tell when he was masking, and it wasn't just his tics he was covering up either.
"Why are you masking?" she asked him, point-blank.
"You had a long day" Dennis replied, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "I don't wanna stress you out more with all my quirks"
"Dennis, look at me"
"I'd rather not..."
"Okay" she replied, chuckling slightly. "You don't have to look at me, but listen to what I say very carefully" she instructed, leaning a bit closer to him to make sure he heard her, no question. "You are my friend. I will never look down on you or resent you for your disorders"
"Oh..." Dennis said lowly and then suddenly his neck jerked to the right. "Wow" he ticced, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid the disgusted look he was sure Sandra had on her face because she'd worked so hard at rehearsal, and she really didn't need to deal with this shit.
He was met with silence and wanted nothing more than to retreat, but the arms wrapping around his body kept him from running.