sun seeker
Diamond Member
I can't decide whether this should be here, or in the anxiety forum.
I don't get how a person is supposed to get on with life while dealing with this condition. Every molehill feels like a mountain. Figuring out simple things seems monumental, and more complicated stuff triggers me to high heaven. I'm facing a few things like that now. Things that, I think, to a normal person would involve some reflection and research, but to me, make me feel like it's the end of the world or something. I was triggered badly today by a friend's helpful suggestion about one of these. Sigh. I have a support system, but they don't get what this is like.
It feels like I need a babysitter to negotiate the details of life. I'm doing okay now at routine stuff like grocery shopping, but anything much beyond that feels like I need to don protective gear and prepare for a trip into outer space. And there is no one in my life right now who gets that. (Well, my therapist would, if I explained it... but no one in my immediate life right at this moment.) And then I feel shame at needing so much help. I seem pretty functional if the demands are kept low, so people don't realize how little it takes to send me over the edge.
How in the world do other people without supportive families do this? I was trying to think things through a few days ago and came to some tentative decisions about a few things, one of which was to ask someone for advice, which I did, but then found I was badly triggered just by doing that. Arrghh.
I don't get how a person is supposed to get on with life while dealing with this condition. Every molehill feels like a mountain. Figuring out simple things seems monumental, and more complicated stuff triggers me to high heaven. I'm facing a few things like that now. Things that, I think, to a normal person would involve some reflection and research, but to me, make me feel like it's the end of the world or something. I was triggered badly today by a friend's helpful suggestion about one of these. Sigh. I have a support system, but they don't get what this is like.
It feels like I need a babysitter to negotiate the details of life. I'm doing okay now at routine stuff like grocery shopping, but anything much beyond that feels like I need to don protective gear and prepare for a trip into outer space. And there is no one in my life right now who gets that. (Well, my therapist would, if I explained it... but no one in my immediate life right at this moment.) And then I feel shame at needing so much help. I seem pretty functional if the demands are kept low, so people don't realize how little it takes to send me over the edge.
How in the world do other people without supportive families do this? I was trying to think things through a few days ago and came to some tentative decisions about a few things, one of which was to ask someone for advice, which I did, but then found I was badly triggered just by doing that. Arrghh.
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