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I feel like being autistic and other ND means your parents invalidate your feelings until you absolutely can't trust yourself and your impressions of other people. And that leaves you an easy target for abusers.

I want childhood things like Ben being told not to be so sensitive; the other kids are nice and they don't mean anything by their jokes. And being told not to stim because it makes other people uncomfortable, and he has to be perfect in settings with important republic dignitaries.

Then when he gets a bad vibe from Snoke one day, he ignores his impression. Other people are nice, after all, he's being too sensitive. And it's normal that he has to change for other people, because he makes them uncomfortable just being himself.

:( to me this is canon tbh +1

Um, this isn't directly related to the prompt, but there are plenty of loving parents who work to accommodate their ND kids. I'm not attacking your prompt here, just a nudge to put a little more thought into your wording. ;)

nayrt

It's an anon meme. They can't change the wording. It's also a kinkmeme prompt, not a dissertation on neural divergence. Don't like it, scroll.

DA

If you're diagnosed and your parents actually believe the diagnosis, certainly :( I was diagnosed with one neuro disorder when I was ten and my dad wouldn't let me get treatment because he didn't believe that his kid could possibly be "crazy," and I wasn't diagnosed with another disorder that impacts my life far more until I was almost eighteen--up until then my parents seemed to think that I was "difficult" and "way too sensitive" on purpose. They still don't seem to understand that it's something that actually impacts the way I interact with people and with the entire world, not just some abstract thing I can put down on a form so I can get (very minor) disability benefits. And the thing is that my parents are not horrible, they just absolutely don't understand what it's like to not be neurotypical. I can definitely see Han and Leia utterly failing to understand why Ben is acting so strangely and trying all kinds of things to "correct" the kid without having any idea that he needs a different kind of help, especially since psychological medicine in the Star Wars universe seems to be pretty nil.

Op here, thank you for sharing your story and your take on the implications for Han and Leia. i think that's right on.

They worded the prompt the way they want the fill to be. Please stop policing prompts.

It's a kink meme, lay the fuck off.

Op here, wouldn't change the wording if I could and it's really gross in the context of the prompt that you would suggest it. The prompt is about this exact issue.

Thank you everyone for speaking up, I really appreciate it.

In case the way nice people have commented doesn't clear it up: You just pulled a "not all men"

Nice parents existing is irrelevant here.

I feel this. It hits far too close to home for me to want to write it myself, but I'm excited to see if someone fills it.

Great prompt. Hope it gets filled.

OP, would you like Snoke also initially pretending niceness and even using validation at first to manipulate until he starts asking Kylo to change and that's when the red flag gets ignored or would you prefer Snoke being always dubiously mean?

Either is fine, just want to write what you'd like best :)

Oh gosh. The first is heartbreakingly realistic. "Always mean" would be easier to read but going hard in the pure manipulation direction would be really compelling. I guess "like best" is difficult with this sort of idea. I think the first option sounds best.

I'm so excited for what you come up with, really looking forward to it!

Thanks, OP! Hope to do this justice :)

OP: I’m absolutely sure the first potential filler who commented on this will do a much better job than I have, but I thought this was a very insightful (canon, probably) prompt and I hope I did it some kind of justice in a short piece.

…

The inside of his mother’s mind is a rigorously efficient place, as logically and skillfully and wonderfully-made as the firing mechanism of a gun – although this is not speaking in any literal sense, of course. It’s only a metaphor, a carrying-across from one sense to another. Really his mother’s mind is all cranial bones and capillaries and neuronal cell bodies, the same as everyone else’s, which Ben could never properly see for himself unless he busted some damn moof-milking son-of-a-bantha’s skull wide open and looked.

“Now, just where,” Mom says, forcing a comb once more through his unruly hair, “did you happen to learn that lively turn of phrase, young man?”

Ben opens his mouth, shuts it. Dad and Uncle Lando have made him swear to secrecy, while Mom has told him he must always be honest, and the negotiation of this paradox requires a bit of constitutional finagling.

Fortunately, he has been studying.

“I decline to answer that question,” he cites in a small, sententious voice, and then rearranges the hair to cover his stuck-out ears, “on the account it could be used to increate me.”

“Incriminate,” Leia corrects. She wears a pressed suit the color of dried red rose petals, the long hair down her back braided to resemble a fishtail. “And I’m very happy you’re enjoying those holodocs I gave you, but why don’t we spare the dignitaries their anatomy lesson for today? I’m not convinced everybody shares your interest in electro-chemical signaling.”

“Why not?” Ben asks. He had recently deduced that the mind and brain are not the same thing, and so the information is not as useful as he first assumed it would be, but he still finds it enjoyable. “They should want to learn this stuff. They have brains too, don’t they? Most of them?”

He tips onto his toes confidentially to say the next part. He has been informed that if he behaves and does not shout or fidget-fidget-fidget-fidget, he will be allowed to stay for the whole senate meeting.

“Except that stupid Javinian ambassador, I mean. His mind looks like a cereal bowl. One time, he was thinking how you should –”

“Ben.” Mom’s hands settle carefully around his shoulders as she bends down towards him. Her expression is very serious, very grown-up. “You remember what we’ve talked about, don’t you? What should people always be able to feel like, when they’re inside their own heads?”

“Safe,” he answers, as prompted. “Private. Like having the door shut.”

“Good.” Mom smoothes her hands from his shoulders down to his fingertips so she can squeeze them, and Ben squeezes back. “So why don’t we let things stay that way? Try not to tell other people what they’re thinking before they get to say it for themselves – they might find it, ah. Disconcerting. Do you understand?”

This is a marble-mouthy sort of word, but Ben knows what it means because they have discussed it before – to unsettle, disturb, discomfit, from an older word meaning ‘to put out of order.’

Except this makes no real sense, Ben considers, because there’s no order inside own his head at all. There are no doors, no private passageways, no locks. Everything goes into it, everything passes through it, everything is always being said or done or thought or felt all at the same time around him, and often he can’t quite decide what belongs to him and what belongs to somebody else. His mind gets blurry at the edges, and by the time Ben gathers himself – whatever that word means, himself – up again, he discovers that he has chewed his fingernails down to the quick or scratched his skin red-raw or bruised a knuckle cracking his fists into something hard. He never feels a great deal of pain, so it’s hard to notice.

Other people do, though. They stare.

(“You didn’t mean to do it?” Dad will repeat, cocking his head to one side the way he does whenever he’s making a joke, except Ben isn’t trying to be funny. He’s not good at determining things like that, which is probably why he never realizes when other children are being funny and playful either. “Well, then, who made you?”

And Dad’s mind is a bit chaotic, at least moreso than Mom’s, but it’s a methodical kind of chaos. Like a toolbox where he can always find everything right when he needs it, even if he’s the only one.

“Nobody,” Ben will answer, until he turns that idea over for inspection and hears how odd it sounds. Whose hands are bloody, after all? “I did. Me.”

"There, you see? So don't do it again.")

But these are not normal things to say, probably, and no doubt they would Make People Uncomfortable like many other things about Ben, so once more his mouth stays shut.

He looks at his mother and nods.

“Yes,” he says, for emphasis. “Right.”

And as he follows her through the carpeted corridors, attentively and while counting his steps so as not to tread on her heels, Ben hears a single voice settle down through his head. It is deep and dense and solid, like a neutron star, and its makes him feel as though he has suddenly been redrawn in clean, straight lines.

He sighs with relief. Oh, good.

(“You will have to forgive her for thinking that way, Ben,” the Voice says. “She has a touch of your talents, but she doesn’t know how to use them properly. She doesn’t quite understand what a special gift you have – people are often afraid of things they do not understand, you know.”)

Ben would assume the Voice was a stranger, the type he is never supposed to speak with when he is alone, but it – well, the Voice is a he, or at least Ben thinks so – had once introduced itself as a friend.

Thus far this has proven true, even if there will occasionally be times when the Voice puts a wriggly-bad feeling down Ben’s arms and back and in his tummy – because it tells him things about himself he has never been able to fit inside of words, because it seems to know things it shouldn’t, because he realizes nobody else can hear it. But telling the Voice to go away would be rude, and Ben does that enough by accident already. It is only trying to Be Nice, whatever it – he, it, he, it, he – whatever he is.

And if looking at other people’s thoughts counts as strange already, then having thoughts that are not really your thoughts even though they should be your thoughts because a person in your head is having them – follow that logic, now – would certainly qualify.

(“Oh, Mom’s not afraid of me,” Ben assures his friend. “Sometimes Dad says I’m a Pain in the Butt, but they still like me. If they didn’t like me, they’d send me away. Wouldn’t they?”

“Wait,” the Voice cautions, not unkindly. “Wait and see.”)
…

Op here, and oh my GOD this feels like Christmas I'm getting two fills???

I LOVE the way he thinks of other people's brains, especially Han's, that is such a great detail. And the way his own head doesn't have privacy :((( Another great detail.

And OH the way he ignores his "tummy" feeling especially right after the beautiful tender moment with Leia trying to be a good parent, just oh my heart this is exactly what I had in mind. This is SO good and I can't believe how fast you were, this is great writing and gets at the prompt in even this short work. Wonderful!

This was marvelous and beautiful and painful <3

Thank you for sharing anon

(not OP)

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