Moving schools, which happened more than I'd like, although the thing that shot my chronic stress levels through the roof was the acquisition of my first job at a fast food restarant. I was never fast enough to keep up with the orders and dirty tables, had to be on my feet for four to five hours at a time, had to understand verbal instructions - which I'm bad at generally - in a loud, fast-paced environment, and when I invariably got them wrong had to listen to my superiors correct me over and over, and I had to plaster a fake smile on my face in front of the customers and act happy to see them, not to mention, I was downright terrified of my boss because I knew when he was there he'd be scrutinising my every move, so on the walk to work every day I'd be terrified of seeing his car in the parking lot, and if I did, I panicked and invariably screwed up worse than I did in general. Needless to say that job lasted less than a year, and I don't plan on trying fast food service again.
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"Survival is insufficient" - Seven of Nine
Diagnosed with ASD level 1 on the 10th of April, 2014
Rediagnosed with ASD level 2 on the 4th of May, 2019
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