The level of social nonsense in my life has appeared to reach a fever pitch. I only have fight response, not flight response, and no, I can’t just “ignore it” or “leave it alone” because anxiety doesn’t do that.
From Facebook: “I don’t celebrate Halloween and literally can’t make eye contact with anyone in costume at work today. I am, however, grateful for treats from Rhonda” (complete with pic of Halloween treats).
If you eat the treats, you’re celebrating, you hypocrite.
I play a pickup game at public tennis courts on Wednesday nights. One of the girls brought her brother’s Rotweiler for the second week in a row. Dogs aren’t allowed on the courts, and this dog bites. She makes excuses for the dog rather than acknowledging that the behavior is not acceptable. Leave the dog – and yourself – at home.
Actually, that resulted in me reminding everyone via group chat to close gates behind them, announce scores, and leave pets and children at home. This is an adult competitive sport, not daycare/petcare. And if a dog bites me I will likely go into full fight mode and you will be horrified.
Plans to head out to a massive corn maze tomorrow and get pie at a well-known restaurant after with a group of friends. Restaurant doesn’t do gluten-free pie, some in the group are gluten-free. The friend who I suspect has undiagnosed autism spectrum disorder (and am trying to figure out how gently suggest she might think about being evaluated) just texted me a pic of a frozen dairy-free, gluten-free cheesecake-ish dessert and said we could take it to the restaurant for the people who can’t eat pie.
NO. YOU DO NOT BRING OUTSIDE FOOD INTO RESTAURANTS. WHO RAISED YOU??? THEY AGREED TO GO KNOWING THEY COULDN’T EAT THE PIE, LEAVE IT ALONE. ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE IT IN A HOT CAR ALL DAY??? YAY THAT IS DELICIOUS.
My family says I overreact. Yep, I have PTSD. This is my reality. No flight, only fight. It’s exhausting.