Counting small numbers of things is a stim for me. Elevator floor beeps, eggs in and out of cartons. No wonder I've been so dedicated to the gym for years.

This morning someone was on the treadmill close to me. I was annoyed because the noise was interfering with my count. At first I thought it was the noise, then realized that my annoyance was really from trying to count the treadmill steps, so like trying to listen to two conversations at once.

My brain likes to have lots of information. Sometimes I can't process it in real time.

@autistics