A lot of the time I love being alone. No one's mood can affect me, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. If I don't want to talk to anyone I don't have to. And I love silence. I hate the chaos when everyone's home. But when family comes back home I lose my peace, my silence, my freedom. Even other people being in my space triggers me sometimes. I have to make small talk, I have to move (usually I love being in the living room but since the family also likes being there if I want to be alone I can't be there). It really bothers me that I can't have a safe and calm space.