Tickle of Vincent, you John de Stamorres.

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I've been getting acquainted with a weighted blanket this week.

It's like a blanket that's made out of chain mail.

It's covered in a soft fabric, but it's exceptionally heavy.

It's 10 kilograms.

It's a 10 kilogram blanket that I wrap around my body.

It had been recommended to me as an intervention,

or no, I suppose, an accommodation,

because I'm autistic.

For ages I thought,

that's a lot of bullshit, how could a heavy blanket help me in any way? That sounds like nonsense. But I have to report.

It's fucking magnificent. I don't know what it's doing and I don't know what it's helping.

All I can say is that it definitely fucking works. Whatever that is.

I can't put words to what that is.

When I wear the weighted blanket,

if I'm just sitting on the couch,

after about 10 minutes,

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