This is the thing.
I really haven’t anything polite to say.
So, I choose to say nothing at all.
Except this: it concerns me less that you don’t understand me, and concerns me more that you seem to be acting as if you’re expecting me to change because you don’t like the way I do things. Both are upsetting, but it’s the second that will result in the most painful scenario.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.