Evening before last, I was watching something silly with Mr WereBear, and he was showing me something on his tablet, and I was feeling myself withdrawing. This isn't usual; I treasure my time with him.
But I realized it was a sign of sensory overload.
This is a huge breakthrough for me. Prior to my diagnosis a year and a half ago, I would not have known that was going on, and I would run myself into near-paralysis.
What made it especially tricky was the next day is one of my most demanding and necessary, and along with that stress I skipped lunch to make sure I met the deadline, and then he wanted Chinese food and I had promised, only the town was filling up for an event and I walked a total of six blocks to pick it up and get back to where I had parked.
I arrived home and announced, "I have to decompress."
"Oh, sure, we'll put in that comedy show you like."
"No, honey, from everything."
"We can put in the music video we just got and you can just listen."
"No, honey. Everything. I am sitting in the living room alone in dim light and no music and see if I can read. Might not even do that."
"Okay." I could tell he was puzzled, but when two hours later I appeared in the bedroom, saying I needed to go to sleep, he went off to his studio to let me. And I could.
Woke up this morning feeling pretty good. Now that I have trained myself to become aware, it doesn't get so bad before I take corrective steps. And now I know some of the corrective steps.
But I realized it was a sign of sensory overload.
This is a huge breakthrough for me. Prior to my diagnosis a year and a half ago, I would not have known that was going on, and I would run myself into near-paralysis.
What made it especially tricky was the next day is one of my most demanding and necessary, and along with that stress I skipped lunch to make sure I met the deadline, and then he wanted Chinese food and I had promised, only the town was filling up for an event and I walked a total of six blocks to pick it up and get back to where I had parked.
I arrived home and announced, "I have to decompress."
"Oh, sure, we'll put in that comedy show you like."
"No, honey, from everything."
"We can put in the music video we just got and you can just listen."
"No, honey. Everything. I am sitting in the living room alone in dim light and no music and see if I can read. Might not even do that."
"Okay." I could tell he was puzzled, but when two hours later I appeared in the bedroom, saying I needed to go to sleep, he went off to his studio to let me. And I could.
Woke up this morning feeling pretty good. Now that I have trained myself to become aware, it doesn't get so bad before I take corrective steps. And now I know some of the corrective steps.