When I experience a meltdown, whether it manifests as panic attack, “autistic rage,” or shutting down…
For a while, the “me” I’m accustomed to being… disappears.
Category: Accomodating
My apologies. I write like a 50s movie voiceover stuck in the wrong century.
But I’m desperately trying to tell you something…
I have difficulty communicating… back & forth in a written conversation. Just as much, maybe worse, as I do face to face…
Why, oh WHY, does their Theory of Mind CONVINCE them, despite all my assurances, that my Resting Bitch Face more accurately portrays my inner being than…
My plain, spoken English…?
“Are you okay? Are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY?”
Like they’re talking to a Japanese tourist, and if they just shout loud enough… he’ll understand English…
