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.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.