#he's kinda scared that if a medical professional or smth similar knew.. that they'd wanna figure out wtf was going on u kno
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The first day of the new school year began much the same as any other; being accosted by the hallway monitor for dawdling, having inappropriate footwear and daring to possess yet another pair of headphones, only for them to remember who he was and abandon any hopes of receiving an explanation, or an excuse.
Robin thought he would’ve outgrown his selective mutism by now, but apparently, it didn’t work like that. He’d eventually seen a therapist a few years prior, but the poor man didn’t exactly have a handbook for “strange child who can’t speak sometimes due to other people’s overwhelming head voices but won’t/can’t explain himself to anyone other than a ghost who’s stuck in his attic” so, it’d fallen a little flat. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself; but the older he got, the more he started to think he’d been using his gift as a convenient excuse for some of his issues. Maybe. Possibly.
Much less bombarded than when he was little, Robin could usually tune out the everyday chatter within surrounding minds, though he rarely did. He’d become far too accustomed to being nosy, and at this point it was weirder NOT to hear everyone else’s thoughts. It produced an intense itchy feeling that was almost impossible to ignore, as though he’d miss something important the moment he stopped listening.
As a result, Robin struggled to live in the moment, and for himself; constantly juggling other people’s thoughts and emotions as well as his own. Sometimes he wondered if he’d understand his brain better if it belonged to someone else, like if he could observe it from a distance as with everyone else, it’d make more sense-.. or maybe paying more attention in Mr Fitzherbert’s biology classes would help. He supposed he was still overwhelmed after all, just better at hiding it.
Either way, he wasn’t about to admit to all this nonsense out loud, especially not if it landed him in Doctor Abbott’s office again. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to find out how weird he actually was, least of all a psychologist. Think of all the experiments they’d want to do, all the prodding and poking-.. or worse. Robin shuddered at the thought. No, thank you!
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#ts4#sims 4#simblr#ts4 story#sims story#forever in between#fib#robin finch#lil robin update i suppose#⚆_⚆#it's giving 'oh hi thanks for checking in i'm still a piece of garbage' vibes lmao#skdjsk#maybe he's starting to resent his selective mutism a lil u kno#i wanted to remind us all he still very much suffers from it#cos we mostly see him with the ppl he CAN talk to so it's easy to forget#😩#i also wanted to touch on some of the fears he has around being found out#like.. he's not just worried about people thinking he's weird af or avoiding him#he's kinda scared that if a medical professional or smth similar knew.. that they'd wanna figure out wtf was going on u kno#like pls don't experiment on my lil guy 😱#stay away from him GET A JOB
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