//Alright, so I figured it'd be interesting to explore the bond between a Pokemon and an Autistic human.
Obviously, this won't be romantic.
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The world can certainly be an utterly terrifying place, even for those whom claim to be as brave as knights of old.
For Arthur Richards, the world felt so much more terrifying and so much more confusing. For, despite outward appearances, he most certainly was not the typical teenager. No, his mind worked so much more differently to that of most typical people his age, or even those younger. One simple word offered an explanation for all of this, though the inner mechanisms of his mind were so much more complex and difficult to sum up.
Autism.
His mind simply could not process anything like it might have done for someone else. Each noise seemed amplified one hundred times over, a conversation or more going on around him becoming a cacophony of confusion and fear. Lights seemed much brighter, and even a simple unexpected brush of a hand upon his arm, or the wrong type of material could send his senses into overdrive and his mindset spiralling out of all possible control.
Very few things seemed capable of calming him, or soothing him whenever he was anxious or having a moment of no control. Only one of those things was a Pokemon, and they couldn't always be around for him. The second was a worn looking plush Pancham, it's fur made of a flannel material and it's scent that of strawberries and milk. This was consistently in his hands, his pockets or tucked under his shirt so he could feel it against his skin at all times.
The third and final thing was water. The sound of rain provided surprising comfort for the 16 year old, despite his usual deep set aversion to any noise possible. The cleansing it seemed to provide after it fell, and the feel upon his skin were all factors that calmed the child-like male. He could sometimes be found sat by his window on stormy days, watching the rain bouncing off objects outside or rolling down his window. If it ever rained at night, Arthur would drift off to sleep very easily, as long as rain falling was all he could hear.
Speech wasn't something he ever showed himself capable of doing. He'd not spoken a word in his sixteen years on this earth, instead communicating through Makaton. Flashcards were kept in his bag, allowing the brunette to communicate his needs or desires through the medium of images. Though this could provide the occasional problem, he only typically utilised three cards. One with his panda, the second a book, and the third his house when he wanted to return back to his home.
Obviously, this won't be romantic.
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The world can certainly be an utterly terrifying place, even for those whom claim to be as brave as knights of old.
For Arthur Richards, the world felt so much more terrifying and so much more confusing. For, despite outward appearances, he most certainly was not the typical teenager. No, his mind worked so much more differently to that of most typical people his age, or even those younger. One simple word offered an explanation for all of this, though the inner mechanisms of his mind were so much more complex and difficult to sum up.
Autism.
His mind simply could not process anything like it might have done for someone else. Each noise seemed amplified one hundred times over, a conversation or more going on around him becoming a cacophony of confusion and fear. Lights seemed much brighter, and even a simple unexpected brush of a hand upon his arm, or the wrong type of material could send his senses into overdrive and his mindset spiralling out of all possible control.
Very few things seemed capable of calming him, or soothing him whenever he was anxious or having a moment of no control. Only one of those things was a Pokemon, and they couldn't always be around for him. The second was a worn looking plush Pancham, it's fur made of a flannel material and it's scent that of strawberries and milk. This was consistently in his hands, his pockets or tucked under his shirt so he could feel it against his skin at all times.
The third and final thing was water. The sound of rain provided surprising comfort for the 16 year old, despite his usual deep set aversion to any noise possible. The cleansing it seemed to provide after it fell, and the feel upon his skin were all factors that calmed the child-like male. He could sometimes be found sat by his window on stormy days, watching the rain bouncing off objects outside or rolling down his window. If it ever rained at night, Arthur would drift off to sleep very easily, as long as rain falling was all he could hear.
Speech wasn't something he ever showed himself capable of doing. He'd not spoken a word in his sixteen years on this earth, instead communicating through Makaton. Flashcards were kept in his bag, allowing the brunette to communicate his needs or desires through the medium of images. Though this could provide the occasional problem, he only typically utilised three cards. One with his panda, the second a book, and the third his house when he wanted to return back to his home.