This morning, not having much in me, I walked to a cheap bar breakfast I hadn’t done in awhile. The walk itself was an anxiety spike. I did manage to find a reasonably-cornerish table more or less as far from the stereo speakers as I could get, and was able to calmly sit to eat and read. That sense of an extra compressing force upon my chest returned once home, however. I am not having much luck getting feedback from actually-autistic people on any anxiety medications they’ve taken, in advance of a Thursday phone appointment with my primary care provider to discuss that issue.