I loathe poop's ontological weight, the existential dread and nausea it brings. Crude, unsubtle. Heidegger's thrownness, with added fiber. You didn't choose this leaky vessel, yet here you are.

Does anyone else on the spectrum have a really... intense... relationship with this particular bodily function? It's not just the sensory experience (which, let's be honest, can be a lot), but the whole process just feels so… existential. Like my body is betraying me. I get anxious and nauseous, and it just throws off my whole day. I feel so gross and vulnerable