Fff...

[onewhitecrow]

So apparently the minor routine disruption/stressful stranger interaction of a house-visiting charity guy (he was funny and professional, but Hell no I am not direct debiting any charity) around new moon is enough to a) cause me to curl in a ball and fight not to cry from the stress spike afterwards b) give me trouble going downstairs again to make supper, because Irrational Brain has identified downstairs as an area of vulnerability.

What the hell, nervous system? Telling y'all mostly in case public shaming makes the Illogic vanish rationalising enough to word helps, but suggestions to help in convincing my instincts that randoms aren't going to interrupt/take food away from me from folk with anxiety disorders that pull this kind of stupid welcome.

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[onewhitecrow]

[perplexed and stung] ...be like that, then. Just don't complain when I'm forced to assume you know nothing about anything so as not to ask.

[snorts at horse-scent and wanders off, not keen on a mouthful of soft fluff, no]