This so much. My mother used to tell me the story of the princess and the pita even I was little, and I think it was probably a moralistic story, but I have no idea — but I related to that girl so much.

Same goes for bare feet. I don't mind being outside barefoot, that's where dirt is supposed to be... But indoors? No thanks.

That's not neurodivergent, that's everybody. Nobody likes even a single crumb in their bed.