Naturalist
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I have no place where I can be myself. This has been really hard lately because the weather has been poor so my son has been out of school and my husband has been home sick a lot, and so if I am having a stressful day I can't have any real privacy to avert a meltdown or shutdown. The house is small. There are no closets I can go into, because the few closets we have are full of stored items. When I was growing up, I had a very deep dark closet where I went when I needed quiet and solitude but I don't have anything comparable here. I can't get under the bed because it is too narrow a space.
I have to be on my guard and not do stimming or rocking or anything that will make my husband worry about me and ask if I need to go to the psych ward, but I really feel like sitting in a rocking chair or rocking on the bed with my head pressed into a pillow, which would feel calming. But there is not floor space for me to use my rocking chair, so it is shoved in a corner, and rocking in it doesn't prevent my husband from asking if I am going crazy.
The only thing I could do today that was calming was, I got up really early and walked very fast in circles around a cart that is in the middle of my kitchen, until I got dizzy. That was before anyone else woke up.
Also I don't like that my stuff gets mixed up with the things that belong to others in my house. I wish I had my own room to keep all of it where I can find it, and then go there to be around things that are soothing to me. But when I said that my husband got very angry, he is still not speaking to me. Earlier he was yelling in my face because I said I wanted to be able to do stimming things without him calling me a crazy person or even retarded, which he did once, and he said he absolutely never did call me that but I remember it clearly because it stuck with me, and he said when, but I got confused because I didn't recall the date. So he yelled at me and I covered my ears and closed my eyes and told him to stop yelling at me, and I rolled under a blanket and spent the whole afternoon there. So he hasn't spoken to me since. It makes me feel sad and confused because mostly he is a very supportive and encouraging person who tries very hard to make me happy.
Does anyone else have any suggestions for making a space where you can go when you are stressed out? Do you dislike having your things cluttered up with others' possessions? Also, is it okay to need one's own room as an adult? And how do you get family to be understanding that sometimes you need a space to do things like rocking or humming or walking circles, and it doesn't make you crazy?
Sorry, I think I overloaded this post.
I have to be on my guard and not do stimming or rocking or anything that will make my husband worry about me and ask if I need to go to the psych ward, but I really feel like sitting in a rocking chair or rocking on the bed with my head pressed into a pillow, which would feel calming. But there is not floor space for me to use my rocking chair, so it is shoved in a corner, and rocking in it doesn't prevent my husband from asking if I am going crazy.
The only thing I could do today that was calming was, I got up really early and walked very fast in circles around a cart that is in the middle of my kitchen, until I got dizzy. That was before anyone else woke up.
Also I don't like that my stuff gets mixed up with the things that belong to others in my house. I wish I had my own room to keep all of it where I can find it, and then go there to be around things that are soothing to me. But when I said that my husband got very angry, he is still not speaking to me. Earlier he was yelling in my face because I said I wanted to be able to do stimming things without him calling me a crazy person or even retarded, which he did once, and he said he absolutely never did call me that but I remember it clearly because it stuck with me, and he said when, but I got confused because I didn't recall the date. So he yelled at me and I covered my ears and closed my eyes and told him to stop yelling at me, and I rolled under a blanket and spent the whole afternoon there. So he hasn't spoken to me since. It makes me feel sad and confused because mostly he is a very supportive and encouraging person who tries very hard to make me happy.
Does anyone else have any suggestions for making a space where you can go when you are stressed out? Do you dislike having your things cluttered up with others' possessions? Also, is it okay to need one's own room as an adult? And how do you get family to be understanding that sometimes you need a space to do things like rocking or humming or walking circles, and it doesn't make you crazy?
Sorry, I think I overloaded this post.
