komamanga wrote:
I like to flutter my fingers in front of my eyes especially when there're too many visual stimuli.
When I was young and having a meltdown my Mother would put her hand, palm facing me, in front of my face and slowly lower it, then raise it. Kind of like she was petting the air, flat handed, in front of my face. She would say in probably the best tone and cadence I've ever heard "Caaaaalm." over and over. It was amazingly effective.
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