We’ve been singing “I do it anyway” around the house lately. 😂 On travel though, we flew with my 4 and 2 year old to Indonesia once. They were undiagnosed, I was undiagnosed and it was pure hell. The 4-year-old screamed the last two flights and pretty much refused to switch time zones until the last day. That scarred me for life. With 5 neurodivergent kids, traveling is hellish, and we only do it if we absolutely have to or we love it (the beach once a year) and in driving distance of 2.5-3 hours. It’s just not worth it to us, but everyone is different.
I had to take a deep breath when I got to the end. I feel challenged, really challenged! The "I'm in" statement triggers my avoidance big time! And I'm smiling quietly to myself now because I do that too, but gee, just the thinking about it is hard.
I'd get physically sick and miss out on things I'd looked forward to as a child. By the time I reached my teens I had taught myself to not get excited, not anticipate, in an effort to avoid the resultant migraine and vomiting.
I love this so much. I am a Burner. I have been going to Burning Man and regional burning man events for...22+ years. I kid you not that if you said "pack for one month living in the hostile desert with minimal resources" I'd be finished packing in 45 min, including having all my costumes for Burn week - day costumes and night costume - not only packed in locking stackable shippable bins but also rubber banded together with the appropriate underwear and fishnets to match that days attire. The complex map of ridiculousness that resides rent free in my head to manage such a ludicrous undertaking would fill a AAA office. And it will live there til death.
But ask me to grab an overnight bag for a quick get away and my executive function not only shuts down but it throws playa mud on the gears until I'm so incapacitated all I have let is laying on the bed crying until the expectation passes. Wtf
We’ve been singing “I do it anyway” around the house lately. 😂 On travel though, we flew with my 4 and 2 year old to Indonesia once. They were undiagnosed, I was undiagnosed and it was pure hell. The 4-year-old screamed the last two flights and pretty much refused to switch time zones until the last day. That scarred me for life. With 5 neurodivergent kids, traveling is hellish, and we only do it if we absolutely have to or we love it (the beach once a year) and in driving distance of 2.5-3 hours. It’s just not worth it to us, but everyone is different.
I had to take a deep breath when I got to the end. I feel challenged, really challenged! The "I'm in" statement triggers my avoidance big time! And I'm smiling quietly to myself now because I do that too, but gee, just the thinking about it is hard.
I'd get physically sick and miss out on things I'd looked forward to as a child. By the time I reached my teens I had taught myself to not get excited, not anticipate, in an effort to avoid the resultant migraine and vomiting.
I love this so much. I am a Burner. I have been going to Burning Man and regional burning man events for...22+ years. I kid you not that if you said "pack for one month living in the hostile desert with minimal resources" I'd be finished packing in 45 min, including having all my costumes for Burn week - day costumes and night costume - not only packed in locking stackable shippable bins but also rubber banded together with the appropriate underwear and fishnets to match that days attire. The complex map of ridiculousness that resides rent free in my head to manage such a ludicrous undertaking would fill a AAA office. And it will live there til death.
But ask me to grab an overnight bag for a quick get away and my executive function not only shuts down but it throws playa mud on the gears until I'm so incapacitated all I have let is laying on the bed crying until the expectation passes. Wtf