Post by Admin on Mar 13, 2014 22:18:25 GMT -6
I've noticed I have quite a few habits that others deem odd/strange/weird but make perfect sense in my head, or are absolute necessities. I'm putting it in this forum since it's kind of a blend of a lot of things. Feel free to share yours!
If things aren't organized, my mood reflects it.
- Come into my room on a bad day, and you'll see a deeply messy and cluttered room. My version of deeply messy is shoes by the door/bed/dresser rather than in their respective cubbys, dirty clothes hamper full, and desk/top of mini-fridge cluttered. To an average person, my room is relatively clean. To me, it's a disaster. Come into my room on a good/happy day, and everything's spotless. The bed is made so there's not a wrinkle in sight, the pillowcases/sheets/rug/blankets have been lint-rolled in its' entirety, and everything has a specific place. I can't stand having so much mess, and often times it leads to my head feeling cluttered and messy and chaotic.
I can't eat alone in front of people.
- If you're not eating, I'm not eating. It doesn't matter how hungry I am, I can't do it. I will cry. Literally. Only on a few occassions have people made me eat when they haven't, and it was horrible. I felt like a whale, and couldn't stand to look at myself in the mirror for a week. I literally avoided my reflection for a week.
Everything, EVERYTHING has to be cut into tiny bit sized pieces and chewed slowly.
- This is one that a lot of people don't understand. It doesn't matter if it's chicken breast or chicken nuggets, it has to be cut into bite sized pieces. If it's a sandwich/burger/pizza, I will pull off tiny pieces and eat it that way. And it has to be chewed slowly. It takes time for me to be okay with eating.
If we are going to hang out at ALL I need 2 hours notice.
- This is a tough one for even David to understand. I don't need two hours to get physically ready. I have to get mentally ready. I don't handle people well. The day after my birthday, David and I decided to go to the mall for a bit at the last minute. More like he desperately wanted to go, but still. I accepted, but it was very last minute. I ended up practically sprinting through the mall trying to get in and out of the stores quickly and begging David to take me home. It wasn't even crowded, I just couldn't breathe or think with all those people.
Don't ever make fun of me for liking something.
- I use a lot of things as coping methods. I can't sit still very long and can't focus on one thing over and over or else it won't work anymore. I need multiple things that can help me, and if you make fun of it it's going to make me feel terrible and trigger a lot of negativity.
If things aren't organized, my mood reflects it.
- Come into my room on a bad day, and you'll see a deeply messy and cluttered room. My version of deeply messy is shoes by the door/bed/dresser rather than in their respective cubbys, dirty clothes hamper full, and desk/top of mini-fridge cluttered. To an average person, my room is relatively clean. To me, it's a disaster. Come into my room on a good/happy day, and everything's spotless. The bed is made so there's not a wrinkle in sight, the pillowcases/sheets/rug/blankets have been lint-rolled in its' entirety, and everything has a specific place. I can't stand having so much mess, and often times it leads to my head feeling cluttered and messy and chaotic.
I can't eat alone in front of people.
- If you're not eating, I'm not eating. It doesn't matter how hungry I am, I can't do it. I will cry. Literally. Only on a few occassions have people made me eat when they haven't, and it was horrible. I felt like a whale, and couldn't stand to look at myself in the mirror for a week. I literally avoided my reflection for a week.
Everything, EVERYTHING has to be cut into tiny bit sized pieces and chewed slowly.
- This is one that a lot of people don't understand. It doesn't matter if it's chicken breast or chicken nuggets, it has to be cut into bite sized pieces. If it's a sandwich/burger/pizza, I will pull off tiny pieces and eat it that way. And it has to be chewed slowly. It takes time for me to be okay with eating.
If we are going to hang out at ALL I need 2 hours notice.
- This is a tough one for even David to understand. I don't need two hours to get physically ready. I have to get mentally ready. I don't handle people well. The day after my birthday, David and I decided to go to the mall for a bit at the last minute. More like he desperately wanted to go, but still. I accepted, but it was very last minute. I ended up practically sprinting through the mall trying to get in and out of the stores quickly and begging David to take me home. It wasn't even crowded, I just couldn't breathe or think with all those people.
Don't ever make fun of me for liking something.
- I use a lot of things as coping methods. I can't sit still very long and can't focus on one thing over and over or else it won't work anymore. I need multiple things that can help me, and if you make fun of it it's going to make me feel terrible and trigger a lot of negativity.
