There is hope, not all is lost, yes, after many episodes of misery that we subjected our loved ones to and to ourselves, things can be mended… the only way is up.
I know this is true as I just subjected my family to one more dreadful episode of unreasonable behaviour due to my anxiety – fortunately all is fine now.
In this blog I will dissect what happened, what aggravated the situation and what helped me to reach the calm place where I am now. I’m hoping that this can be of encouragement to somebody.
To start, I had a challenging morning. A very important family decision had been taken without any of my input and I was told about it in a blunt manner. I became anxious.
My husband told me that he was considering taking some medication for a suspected illness (not confirmed by tests) despite some well-known negative side effects.
When I forcefully voiced my concerns, he told me that it was his decision and there was nothing I could do or say to change his mind… more anxiety. Despite this, I went to the pharmacy with my husband to collect his medicine. My mind was overwhelmed with the knowledge of the pernicious side effects of this medication and I was full of tension and anxiety.
At the moment of payment, a serious looking shop assistant apparently joked with me (I still do not see it as a joke) and I was offended. As a result, I responded with an angry stare.
I was scolded by my husband who told me off for being so rude. It hurt that despite his knowledge of AS he did not understand at that point that I had not perceived the shop attendant’s words as a joke but as an insult. More anxiety.
Next, I visited a supermarket, where people were not respecting social distance, they did not wear gloves or masks. Fear and mental tiredness crept in and a feeling of fog filled my brain.
Going home I took ages disinfecting the food bought in the supermarket with antibacterial wipes. A conflict due to domestic chores arose and to top this my dear daughter told me nicely that she wanted to leave home as she needed her independence.
I exploded and became totally unreasonable. Naturally she stated that my anxiety was another reason for her to leave. On top of anxiety, a sense of failure for not reacting wisely engulfed me.
I became sad, restless and tried to distract myself with my special interest of the moment, watching videos of royalty, but this did not soothe me. I was a bag full of anxiety.
My husband came kindly to ask me how I was and I attacked him with verbal fireworks and all kinds of expletives. I became unreasonable and extremely hurtful and angry.
An ugly episode ensued and I can see how he became flabbergasted. He was impotent to help me as the intensity of my anxiety was extreme.
I was sinking into desperation, my anguish and sense of failure as a mother, as a wife, as a home maker, were only equal to my guilt in being unable to be the solid and calm human being that I desperately wanted to be.
I felt sorry, especially for my children, as I always want to provide them with safety and certainty and to be a good role model. I want to be the one that protects them and gives them sound advice and
not the other way round. But in moments like those that I described I become so inflexible and it’s like I reverse in age and maturity.
The feeling of failure and anguish is powerful and this is enhanced by the conviction at each crisis moment that everything is lost, there is no way back, nothing is going to be the same again, this is the end of the road.
To neurotypicals this can be seen as an overreaction, but for AS people this gear-up in intensity is automatic.
What helps me to recover?
Prayer.
The first thing was prayer. As the crisis deepened, I left my husband and daughter, went to a quiet place and knelt down and asked for Jesus’ help. I could feel a dark fog leaving my head and I could sense that everything would be all right. I did not know how, but I just felt it.
After praying I went back to my husband and daughter and was received in a calm manner. they avoided asking the question, “Are you all right?”. That was not necessary.
Knowledge.
My daughter who is very insightful and knows about AS acted in a way that was so beneficial and helpful. She just let me be. She was calm and validated my feelings of anguish as she said that I have some fears that are real to me even if they are not real to everyone else.
This alone was a cold flannel on a feverish brow. My daughter also realised that since the morning I had had some negative stimulation and pointed that out to my husband.
Knowing about AS is indispensable for us and our family’s sanity, only when we know this can we start to understand ourselves and others.
Self-awareness is important. Just to know our physical signs of anxiety, like shortness of breath, and psychological ones like becoming increasingly rigid and inflexible in one’s thoughts. If we recognise these signs we can stop and go to a quiet and safe place and unwind.
Time.
In my personal experience, when I am in the midst of anxiety that is producing anguish, I try to remember that this has happened before and that it will end.
It is fundamental that I inscribe in my mind the mantra ‘THIS WILL PASS’, and to go to a place like my garden or my room where I feel safe.
What went wrong.
Thinking in retrospect, everything was too much. Too much stimulation, too many people, avoidable conflict. As my mental and emotional energy are not infinite (AS people spend them faster than neurotypicals) I need to spend them wisely.
Going to the pharmacy and supermarket was a mistake. But once there I should not have allowed myself to be so overwhelmed with all that was around me, probably I could have avoided what was not indispensable.
To have a quiet moment for myself in solitude during the day, probably in my garden, could have keep me inside my limits.
I should have been included in the important decision, and importantly, it should have been talked about in a more AS friendly way, avoiding the surprise factor.
Reflecting on what I have shared, I want to say to my fellow Aspies that if anxiety-motivated incidents happen in the future. We must act as surfers. We must ride the wave with courage and get to the safe shores of serenity and peace, holding on to the conviction that we are wonderfully made and unique.
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