Another Disjointed Day
While walking to campus today, there was a garbage truck that had a very salient and very piercing wail used to warn people that it was backing out. It was coming out of an underground parking lot, and so this siren was amplified to a grand extent. It made me realize that I have a sensory input stress quota that can only take so much per day.
So, atm, I can't focus on anyone's speech timing well, and I keep interrupting people. I'm also saying things completely out of context, because I can't judge where my comments should or shouldn't enter.
Instead I'm given to staring off and listening to background noise. Like the elevators about 50 yards away, or that psycho tapping away on her mouse, or the AC, my own typing, a lecturer's voice in the distance, and so on.
Usually when my sensory issues are put out of joint, I can't help but focus on the social issues that I have at that moment. Everything usually reboots after a night's sleep.
How about you? How do you destress when sensory problems put your social training out of whack?
So, atm, I can't focus on anyone's speech timing well, and I keep interrupting people. I'm also saying things completely out of context, because I can't judge where my comments should or shouldn't enter.
Instead I'm given to staring off and listening to background noise. Like the elevators about 50 yards away, or that psycho tapping away on her mouse, or the AC, my own typing, a lecturer's voice in the distance, and so on.
Usually when my sensory issues are put out of joint, I can't help but focus on the social issues that I have at that moment. Everything usually reboots after a night's sleep.
How about you? How do you destress when sensory problems put your social training out of whack?
I generally come home, go up to my loft, and knit, write, stare out the window at the trees, or sleep. I've just ordered a weighted blanket, so I'll be adding that to my list of de-stressors.
My nervous system is pretty sensitive, so when I get thrown out of whack, the same kinds of things happen to me. I just remember that no one who knows me holds it against me, and that other people are too concerned with their own insecurities to give me much thought.