u/Sweet-Good-9187

I was part of these Weekly one shot campaigns ran at a local game shop and i loved everyone that would go in. It was a first come first serve basis and we would always have a few regulars like me that would be there earlier to catch a seat and some new people. 6 or 7 players regularly. I missed a few Saturdays as life got busy and when i go back there is a whole new crew of people. Including an older teen boy who was on the spectrum.
Very unkempt, edgelord kid. I sit next to him in the corner and first thing he says is he doesn’t have dice. I have a huge pouch so i gave him a set as he was trying to get the shop owner to lent him some. Which is not a problem but she had a line of customers. So he takes them, as the campaign goes on I realize this kid is constantly scratching his dick under the table. I think he was stimming? As it seemed to happen when he would get exited.
He stands up as the last battle gets exiting and he is actively DIGGING in over his pants scratching and pulling at his crocth. I’m looking around the table and no one is reacting to this so I’m feeling crazy, mind you this kid is maybe 2 feet away from me pulling at his dick. I see people actively trying to ignore him. i grab my paper folder open it and place it on my righ hand. To block the view feeling extremely uncomfortable. I was at a table with 5 dudes i have never seen except for the DM and i just didn’t know how to react, when everyone else was acting like this is not a big deal.
So i get through it and at the end i tell him he can keep the dice. He tells me “you can have them, i have two sets at home but i would hate to loose them so i never bring them” grabs his papers and goes to look at the magic cards as we clean up. I honestly grabbed them with the paper and tossed them in the trash. I do not want the dice back after you spend 3+ hours scratching your balls with those hands. One of the players, grown ass man, told me i was being rude.
He told the lady from the store I didn’t want the dice after the “autistic kid played with them” and i threw them out in front of everyone. This was after i left.
She calls me to the counter my next time in the store, and talks to me. I tell her the situation and how uncomfortable it made me feel. I see that she KNOWS what i am talking about. She takes a deep breath and tells me that “you know, he is a very well behaved kid and his parents bring him here a lot and i dont want to make him feel uncomfortable” and it all boils down to his parents spending crazy money for him on magic cards…. Anyways, thats the story of why i never went back to my favorite game store, and my super uncomfortable game with the ball scratcher.