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Whelp now I have to play Minecraft again!

I don’t have a lot of advice on how to identify triggers, it’s a crap shoot, but here is what I do about them when I feel overwhelm coming on.

One: Belly breathing. This is beyond a doubt the greatest skill I learned in therapy. Plenty of tutorials online for it and few different versions.

Two: Imagine a dial on your stomach with the numbers 1-10. 10 being meltdown and 1 being completely calm. Picture yourself slowly turning down the dial while taking deep breaths.

Three: I started carrying a small fidget toy in my pocket that I can play with when I feel like I want to rip off my skin and run screaming out of the biulding.

Hope this helps!

RIGHT!? And maybe it’s me but whenever I see one of these villages I have to help them. I fell so bad watching them stranded in pits and stuck on cliff sides. Derails whatever I was doing bc I feel so bad for them. Sometimes I’ve had to destroy and block off entire houses bc they spawned in a cave under the village and the villagers were getting eaten alive trying to get to it.

I think he pretty much nailed how it feels to be autistic, at least for me. Really great skills in some areas and then absolutely terrible skills in others. How exhausting masking is. I think I only ever unmask when I am alone. It scares me to ask where do I end and mask begins? I’m not sure I know anymore.

I’m not able to watch the video until I get home today, but I am a high functioning autistic women. I have been told SO MANY times I can’t be autistic. Not that I don’t act like I have autism, not that I don’t seem autistic, that I can’t be. It isn’t until poeple see what work and socializing takes out of me that they truly understand I am autistic and how much WORK goes into appearing to be normal so I can keep my job.

Not OP but I can visualize great, still have no sense of direction.

No. Not a tankie. It would be nice if autocorrect let me type tankie and not talkie. I had to cut and paste it I’m not proud.

This is not a healthy coping mechanism but I bribe myself with cookies like I’m a dog. If I get up and put the laundry in the dryer I get a cookie. If I send that email I get a cookie. It usually works. It won’t really make me enjoy life but it does get me through it, if you know what I mean.

Yup. After my diagnosis there was a lot that suddenly made sense looking back on it.

I don’t think so. I think you’re supposed to look at both somehow. I haven’t got this completely figured out.

I have taught myself to do it relatively well, although it still feels like their is electricity in the back of my brain. I can think through it but it’s hard. I also do it intermittently, I don’t make myself hold it unless for very serious conversations. I also tend to look at one eye at a time, but no one has called me out on it yet.

Do you have any friends or family that could leave reviews or contact the manager about her? I agree that customers complaints might have more weight. Maybe have a friend ask to speak to the manager when she pulls something visable. That way your hands are clean and management has no reason to single you out.

I mean those yacht wrecking orcas got pretty political.

I mean I agree it sucks. I wish like hell I DIDN’T have to profile 50% of the population like this just to survive unscathed.

Am women, love hiking. Have encountered bears many times. I stay calm, keep my distance and appreciate them for the beautiful animals they are. (And yes, I’d pick bear, everytime.)

The key here, in case you missed it Mr. Red, is that I don’t know the intentions of the man. I’m rolling a dice on whether this hypothetical man is one of the good ones. The bear might kill me, it might not, but it’s not going to harass me once I get out of the forest. It’s not going to text me at all hours of the day and night asking for a chance because it got me out of the forest. The bear isn’t going to show up at places I’m at and attempt to talk to me. The bear isn’t going to contact everyone I know on social media trying to convice them they are a nice bear who just needs to go on a date with me. The bear won’t write me emails telling me I’m a bitch ass stuck up whore when I refuse them.

It’s not just the forest, Mr. Red, it’s after the forest. It’s the fallout. I’d rather get ripped apart than take a chance a get a Nice Guy. Once I am out of the woods, I never have to think about that bear again. If it’s a man I run the risk of always having to look over my shoulder, and depending on his level of crazy, maybe getting stalked for the rest of my life.

I love the term Neuro-spicy! I’m stealing that one.

I’ve been trying to do a version of this. Sometimes I just need a day off. Driving myself into the ground won’t help anything. It helps to take a day here and there, even if it means more work tomorrow.

Right!? And this is the day and age where we have magic glasses that show you things only you can see! I’d be perfect. Plus I think a lot of us would like to blame lizard poeple instead of, y’know humanity.