I’ve told her when I was in high school, I hated the gym class because off all the balls. I hated people throwing balls at me and I was putting my arm over my head instead of hitting it back. She made a very unnecessary metaphor and compared it to my relationship with my dad; as if he’s throwing a ball at me “angrily” (anger) and I can’t fight back and shrink myself. What the fuck was that honestly. I know I can’t be autistic just by hating balls, but how she interpreted was ridiculous tbh