Tag: meltdown

The horrible cough-and-cold mixture is the ultimate magnification of all the things that push those sensory overload buttons in my brain. 

I have a major personal conundrum: I enjoy spending time with people I like, but I have a severely limited supply of social energy to do so.

When neurotypical people talk about anxiety, they’re not willing to talk about the other, less sympathetic, manifestations.

It was a crushing, overpopulated corner of hell, and I promised myself I would never go into the situation again unarmed.

I have lost count of the times a headline has flashed with a tagline that sets my heart racing and none of the details I need to actually understand the situation.

There’s too much to write about, to think about, to be worried about. And it can be so overwhelming that I end up unable to do anything. 

I had a good day yesterday. I also had a meltdown in public yesterday. Holy oxymoron, Batman!

He is my beautiful, brave, loving, silly, pathetic, cowardly, loyal, protective, fabulous boy. Sometimes, I love him so much I could cry.

For every person who complains about how annoying they find this new fad, I will shoot back that it’s a lot less annoying than a twenty-five year old woman descending into meltdown in a public space.

I’ve always known I feel the cold. I had just never thought about in terms of those wonderful labels that started clicking into place once I got my diagnosis.

Behold as she bravely dodges crushing responsibilities, traverses deadly social interaction, and finally navigates her way back, injured and bruised yet still fighting, to bask in the adoring (furry) crowds of home!

I’ve never talked about this particular stim before, or considered it as a ‘stim’ in the same way I class my other stims. It’s one of those ‘ew gross’ actions that you try to keep hidden from the rest of the world.