Leahcar wrote:
I don't need sensory toys anymore, but when I did, I used to love those cheap, rubbery stretchy men.
The university where I work gives those things out to students! I may have pinched a couple.
Since finding this thread, I've taken to carrying a tiny Transformer in the pocket of my bag. Which means, when I get panicky at work, I can retreat to my cleaning cupboard and switch it from truck to robot and back a couple of times. Seems to help- I've felt slightly less existential dread and got substantially more done. Not sure how I'd explain it if someone opened the door, though.
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