Yep. For sure.
Usually I can blend into almooooost any environment. Before PTSD that’s just how I was, byproduct of moving every 30 seconds, and half that time jumping continents. People are just people, but culture & manners change around a lot. So I was still 100% “me” (and up to trouble and mischief half the time) I was just also mindful of my shoes flying off my feet as we ran into one house, or covering my hair running out of another house, or whatever the local “what’s normal” entailed.
Sumimasen! Permisso! Hey asshole I’m walking here! Shrug. Normal? I wash my hands of it. Normal is wherever you’re standing.
After my life went sideways, I couldn’t do that, anymore. At least, it wasn’t instinctive, anymore. I had to very painstakingly teach myself how to be giving off the right signals for the environment I was in. The more symptomatic I am? The less able I am to do that. I start sticking out like a sore thumb, and one that’s sizing you up to drop you. :facepalm: That’s not useful in most situations. Ditto, even if I’m not interacting with people, just walking in a crowd, if I’m not able to mind my affect, not able to keep my anxiety in check? Other people’s anxiety starts rising in response to my anxiety. And
that just becomes a cycle of badness. Because we just feed off of each other. My anxiety raising their anxiety, which raises my anxiety, which raises their anxiety... ad naseam. Tensions rise astronomically and sooner or later someone is going to break & respond overtly to it. :banghead: I hate it. It drives me mad.
So I work very very hard on projecting calm, minding my affect, blending in. If I can’t? I usually don’t go anywhere.
@Supervixn ... curious how this relates to work, for you? since it’s in this forum, instead of Dysregulation or Anxiety, seems like there’s a specific aspect on your mind? Personally I LIKE scaring people at work :sneaky: Let’s me relax the control leash a bit, and then I can be all smiles & tranquillo, or mischief & fun, in my personal life. Ditto, makes it a helluva lot easier to be minding my affect when I’m purposefully using the scary as f*ck in certain situations, and then putting it away for others. It doesn’t get all uppity in the wrong situations, or bleed out as much in general when it gets exercised, instead of left to its own devices.