Omg omg omg. It all makes so much more sense when you realise it's not social anxiety but a fear of bring perceived.
Why do you feel more comfortable with a long coat and a mask as opposed to summer clothes?
Why do you DESPISE taking pictures? Especially if it's someone else and not you taking them.
Why do you feel like you have to stop doing whatever it was you were doing when someone passes by?
Why don't you want to tell anyone how leisurely you go about your day, taking a nap, going for a snack, sitting on your phone playing games etc. because you know they will comment on it and even though it's not negative or mockery it's still feels like you've been perceived?
Why can't you make eye contact? Why can you do it only if the other person is looking away but the second when they look at you you stop listening and when you're the one speaking you can't bear to look at them because you know their eyes are on you and they are perceiving you?
Why don't you want to dress excessively or wear nicer clothes? Because you will stand out
People mistake you for shy because you don't speak often, but it's really the fear of drawing attention to yourself more than it is the things you actually say, isn't it?
Why do you hate overpopulated areas even when no one is speaking? BUT you still feel more comfortable when more than one person is in the room (but not too many!) so that the burden of being perceived is directed on someone else and you can safely lay back just observing the scene.
It's all a defence mechanism
I'm just like. Always on the verge of tears. If I sit still for too long and don't have something to occupy my brain, my eyes start welling up with tears and I find it hard to breathe. I don't even think I'm actively anxious about anything. Like there's background stuff, like always, but I'm fine lowkey. I just feel like bursting into tears wtf.
SEBASTIAN STAN in ’Captain America: Civil War’, (2016).
Dir. by Anthony and Joe Russo.
some days i'm okay, and then i remember that not only are steve and bucky so in love it hurts, not only are they best-friends-since-childhood, inseparable by definition, they are first and foremost family. and not by blood either - they found each other. they chose each other.
and that's literally all they've been telling each other throughout the entire fucking trilogy
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
“I choose you”
AND BY THIS POINT I'M NOT OKAY ANYMORE
This is Sam Wilson
Sam Wilson likes his personal space
This is Bucky Barnes
Buck Barnes also likes Sam Wilson's personal space
Insp (x)
Yes, but I’m trying to learn to not give a shit about what other people think..
Idk if that helps.. and it’s definitely not easy
sorry for so many posts
Question for fellow autistics/neurodivergent folks
Does anyone else have trauma linked to their special interest? How did you handle it and heal? How do you enjoy your favorite thing safely again? It’s been years and I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do.
hey I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of that sentence my brain decided to flush its cache and I totally forgot what this conversation was
I can’t handle loud.. unless it’s my music, then it’s never loud enough
It’s definitely sound for me. As always reblog for a bigger sample size please!