It's fall. The leaves are changing, the air is cooler, soon we will set our clocks back an hour. This is always the hardest time of the year for me. It's a combination of several things that make it so... the (day)light change that comes with the fall equinox is major, the upcoming holidays and all related stress have crept back into daily reality, the state fair -and the responsibility of having to attend when you have a seven year old- has just come and gone (an unbelievably awful experience this time around), and cold. I don't like cold. Unless it's bedtime.
On top of all the normal stuff, I've recently taken on two part time jobs, and home life is difficult at best.
About a month ago I sat down at the computer and once again googled for a support group in my area. I had become hypersensitive (typical first indication for me), and then frustrated with my hypersensitivity to the point of losing sleep, which leads to generalized clumsiness, which leads to extreme over analyzation, which compounds the clumsiness issue, which heightens the hypersensitivity, etc. ad nauseum. A nasty self feeding cycle that if caught and checked early enough can lessen or even prevent a complete meltdown.
Somehow I thought that sharing, without the fear of judgement, might help delay the inevitable.
There are plenty of support groups for the NT's in our lives... what does that say about our society? Really?
Anyway, after I realized there were still no groups for non-NT's I spent a few minutes contemplating what all it would take to get one started. Seriously. Only then did I completely understand why no such groups exist.
So I decided that the next best thing was the (probably false) anonymity offered by the internet. Here I can share, and you can judge, and that's ok because I don't know you...and you don't know me...so I won't care. (I really probably will). And I can write about all the ugly stuff that goes into the making of a meltdown (at least for me). And hopefully something I say or share will help someone out there to feel not so alone, or help someone to better understand their mother or sister or brother or girlfriend. That is my hope anyway :)
So next up, a prelude to a meltdown...
