Megz wrote:
I hate when every single employee in the store feels the need to ask me if I need help. I think it might be because I suspect I give off a shoplifter vibe. I probably look startled when they come up and talk to me (NTs read as suspicious? maybe?) and I tend to pick things up, put them in the cart or basket and put them back again when I can't make up my mind, which is most of the time.
I think the staff do that to everybody......it's just an excuse to put pressure onto people to buy stuff. But of course they're more likely to prey on anybody who doesn't seem to know what they want (because they hope to lead them in their purchasing decisions).
I can shop alone without coming to much harm. I usually get there early before the crowds are too thick, and the whole expedition is designed to minimise my stress. With others it's a much bigger problem, I have to tag along so as not to get separated, which adds another dimension to the problem - have to keep them in sight as well as dodging cars and people - and they sometimes take me out of my known territory where I don't know what's round the corner. I can cope quite well in a thick crowd for a little while, but if the companion isn't crowd-averse, I can get into problems because I'm not good at noticing when the stress is overwhelming me, and I can't easily issue a polite request to terminate or pause the mission.
My wife dragged me all over London during the Xmas break, and I finally refused to continue after being left in McDonald's waiting for her to have a pee......she had to wait half an hour, during which time I was "moved on" from every place I tried to stand in....."could you move please sir? That's where we put the mop and bucket." It was torture holding back the homicidal feelings.
What I can't fathom is that she's known me for well over 10 years but still doesn't seem to know that I can't cope with it.
She has some Aspie traits herself, though aversion to crowds isn't one of them, so maybe it's down to failure of her social imagination, though I'm sure I must have made it crystal clear to her many times that I can't handle shopping in crowds. I can't even get her to declare the basic parameters in advance (which shops? what expected crowd density? how long?) because when I ask, she doesn't seem to know. It's a great shame because I'm tons better when I know the length and breadth of the bad stuff I'm expected to engage in. Unfortunately she's an intuitive shopper who seems to hate pre-defining the remit.