#sensory overload meltdown

[pandaspwnz]

Started off the day with the second worst sensory overload meltdown I've ever had. It's been around 2 and a half hours since I woke up and I'm still not completely over it, but I am however, extremely worn out from it. At least the only other time I had a worse one, it was already evening, but today I started off with one and it. sucks. ASS. Keeping my fingers crossed I recover soon and don't have a completely ruined day 😣

#sensory overload #sensory overload meltdown #meltdown #adhd #it's times like these where I really think i might also be autistic like. it's kind of a could be couldn’t be most other ways cause I have #so many other things that cause overlapping symptoms #but these meltdowns are way more the classic autistic meltdown than adhd meltdown though it's still both #either way this is awful every strand of hair touching my skin makes me want to claw my skin off and hit myself #and i keep almost bursting into full on tears #i hate it i hate it i hate it #my post

[monachopsis-11]

People always talk about how childhood autistic traits can be troubling and problematic for people (especially allistic parents) but how about ways childhood autistic traits can be helpful and convenient for parents? I’m putting some examples below from my childhood.

- my need for routines was helpful to my mom and made her life easier

- my ability to hyperfocus on interests and solitary activities allowed my parents to attend to my sister

- my preference for being with adults who were more predictable made me easier to handle

- I had a very strong internal sense of right and wrong that made me easy to reason with as long as I was given a reasonable explanation

- my difficulty expressing my emotions and internalizing them instead made me seem low maintenance

- compared to my sister who is very reactive my atypical responses weren’t noticeable

- because I was so independent I was easy to leave alone and overlook

- because my traits weren’t disruptive to my parents I was just seen as ‘mature,’ ‘smart,’ and ‘an old soul.’

- even though I was only social when people interacted on my terms I didn’t avoid people so I wasn’t seen as antisocial

- I talked so much that if I had a day I was struggling no one noticed because they were just used to me being chatty

- I had a decent early childhood before things got really challenging so my meltdowns weren’t bad or often at that age

- by the time I was at an age where those things would stand out I was more prone to disassociation and then having a meltdown when I was alone so they didn’t know

If anyone has any childhood autistic traits that were convenient to their parents and overlooked because of it please let me know in the comments! ⬇️

#actually autistic #autistic experiences #self diagnosed autism #autistic women #late diagnosed autistic #invisible disability #actuallyautistic #autism #asd #autistic community #sensory issues #disability #ableist bullshit #autistic meltdown #sensory overload #spoonie #emotional dysregulation #being autistic

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autistic Meltdown Iceberg

Neurodivergent_lou

#autism #actually autistic #autism awareness month #autism acceptence month #autistic meltdowns #sensory overload #isolation #physical pain/illness #bullying #temperature regulation issues #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #feel free to share/reblog #neurodivergent_lou (Facebook)

[beep-beep-robin]

quinni gallagher-jones + common autism traits

had to make gifs of her again, and felt the need to make a list (does anyone get that feeling?) - so, i combined both and more gifs are incoming soon-ish <3

#vanessas gifs #original post #quinni gallagher-jones #quinni gallagher jones #quinni heartbreak high #autism #autistic #asd #actually autistic #autism traits #heartbreak high #heartbreak high 2022 #heartbreak high gifs #quinni gallagher jones gifs #tw: sensory overload #tw: meltdown

[blackholemojis]

please can you make a word emoji for "autistic meltdown" "i'm having a meltdown" "having an autistic meltdown" and any other variety you might think of. If/when not able to speak, having a quick emoji to express what's happning in my brain might help me and others.

I wish I could include that many letters/words and make them fit right, but I did what I could for this one and included some other emojis I’ve done that could also be relevant

[ID: the following written in purple bubble letters: 1) autistic meltdown, 2) having a meltdown, 3) meltdown. /End ID]

Emojis for under/over stimulation

[ID: the following emojis in the same style: 1) understimulated, 2) overstimulated. /End ID]

General emotional/sensory things that might be contributing

[ID: the following emojis in the same style: 1) emotions too big right now, 2) sensory overload. /End ID]

Some more specific things that could possibly be meltdown inducing. Doesn’t hit all the sensory/input boxes but it’s the ones I have so far

[ID: the following emojis in the same style: 1) hearing too much, 2) seeing too much, 3) feeling too much, 4) thoughts too loud, 5) too much loud, 6) too much touch, 7) too many people, 8) too many voices. /End ID]

#sensory overload #autistic meltdown #autistic community #custom emoji #custom emote #discord emoji #discord emojis #discord emote #body & brain emojis #phrases #conversational emojis

[jettvector]

meltdown

#my art #furry #furry art #vector art #lineless illustration #meltdown #sensory overload #overwhelmed #idk how else to tag this thing

[structuredsucc]

For autistic (and some ADHD) people, internal sensations can be just as dysregulating as external ones.

Feeling excited, hungry, or in pain can also be a source of sensory overload and can contribute to us shutting down or melting down.

This is particularly tricky to navigate when alexithymia or poor interoception makes it hard (if not impossible) to pinpoint the source of these internal sensations

#actually autistic #neurodivergent #autistic #alexythymia #interoception #meltdown #shutdown #sensory overload

[mossy-rot]

reading about autistic meltdowns is crazy. in retrospect maybe that time i ended up sobbing self isolating and lashing out at people because I couldn't figure out how to set up my laptop the same way it had been before might've been because of The Autism

#i cannot deal with changes to things I deal with regularly #i need to have my phone and comp exactly the same lest I Suffer bc i use them every day #also perhaps i would get so upset over my mom cleaning my room (although being a nice gesture) is because she would move shit to places- #i didn't know and messed up the system i had #also fuckin. executive dysfunction. that's some shit isn't it #i had to move to a new desk early in my job to run a different room and the desk setup was different and I Was Struggling A Bit #also people trying to calm me down during meltdowns is significantly worse and i read a bit that was like. #'trying to interject into the meltdown may cause additional sensory overload. it's most safe to let the person self-regulate.' well shit #that's about right huh #autistic burnout also seemed very familiar and its a little disturbing just how close everything hits #anyways im probably autistic. good night #mossy's rambles #text post #luci's rambles #autism #neurodivergent #autistic things #autistic adult #autistic experiences #if anyone would like to add to the pile and tell me im autistic feel free ig. ive already been peer reviewed

[tobias-robin]

Oh my god I will literally do anything for a Tim Drake no spleen sickfic or sensory overload one shot PLEASEEEE they’re always so good but I can never find any sensory overload or meltdown fics

#tim drake #autistic tim drake #batman #batboys #batfam #batfamily #young justice #kon el kent #conner kent #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #jason todd #sensory overload #meltdown #autism #dc comics #ao3 stuff #ao3 tags #ao3fic

[ghostnamedmem]

I hate it when my autism things affect me like fuck off why cant i be nurotypical all i did today was go out to the shops for like an hour, that shouldn't be that much but it was sooo fucking tiring and stressful and now i feel on the verge of a meltdown im sick of treating myself like a nurotypical then getting mad at myself when im not

#autism #actually autistic #autistic #autism spectrum disorder #sensory overload #meltdown

[milogoestogreendale]

#community #community nbc #abed nadir #community fanart #can you guys pretend to be shocked i drew abed again? #it’s so out of character for me (sarcasm) #currently lying in a dark room with a weighted blanket and a crow plushie whose name is abed #ive had a rough couple days w sensory overload recently #and as usual im venting through fanfiction #so expect a new chapter soon w abed comforting troy during a meltdown :) #i feel like i lean towards low empathy as an autistic person #but i am also hyperemotional #so i project on troy as well #also i drew this #yeah #milosfanart

[comfortmarvelimagines]

Hi! So I really love your "When You Can't Find The Quiet" series and I think it's amazing how well you write! If you're still taking requests I'd love to see another part with maybe like Bucky and Steve helping the reader through a meltdown. Like Peter's ill or something so couldn't be there and Tony's away on some kind of business but like Happy picked the reader up and took them to the tower and Tony contacted Bucky to help. And like Steve's confused and just draws for the reader or something?

(Can be read as standalone or as (the much delayed) WYCFTQ pt 6)

There weren’t many people you interacted with on a regular basis, and that was just the way you preferred it.

People are scary. Unpredictable. Deceit hidden behind curtains of seemingly genuine intent, gauzy and constantly shifting and impossible to focus on what lies beyond. It didn’t make sense. All your life you had been exactly as you were, no lies, no acting unless instructed to. The masking kind, only, as you tried to keep up in the neurotypical social game. Frankly, it all seemed rather put on and pointless and by the time you reached high school you’d all but given up on it. Given up on trying to decode other people as well. There was too much shit going on, and it was the path of least resistance to settle on your small group of friends and leave it at that. Minimal masking, minimal need for interpretation. You trusted your friends to be who they said they were, and you showed up with no pretences held.

That being said, entering Peter’s world was terrifying. Here were adults that seemed to have true intentions; adults with the time and resources to make your life easier in a way you’d never before had access to. Adults- Tony, Nat, Bucky, Pepper- who said they wanted to help. Who did help, and not in the way you were used to adults ‘helping’, with social rules and short reprimands and sad sighs when you just didn’t get it. You had to trust them. Because without that help, trying to manage being a generally functioning human that left the apartment and did homework and went to school and didn’t punch randoms on the subway on instinct for standing too close, felt impossible. Part of you felt shame for having grown so reliant, but you knew the alternative all too well. Complete shutdown. Burnout. Months of being so hazy and out of it nothing felt real and nothing got done. So, reluctantly, you accepted the status quo.

Meltdowns happen. They suck ass. At this point you felt like you’d experienced every possible way that they could happen, the growing Big Bad Feeling in the pit of your guts almost familiar. They honestly didn’t get any easier with time (or, to phrase it kinda weirdly, with practice). The humiliation stung just as harshly after every one when you had nothing left to give. The Post-Meltdown Energy Drain leaving you collapsed on the floor like some kind of deflated beanbag, letting everyone else take over. You could cry over the mortification later when you had the spoons.

This last meltdown was no different. It had grown over a few days, the general unrest of the student body headed towards summer break doing nothing to help, nor did the constant stickiness of late-May humidity. It made sense, in a weird parallel way- humidity inevitable breaks with a storm, and the growing sense of badness broke in a meltdown. It was only too bad you couldn’t have waited until school was out to have it in the privacy of your bedroom. The floor probably would’ve been less gross as well, but even the thought of high school corridor germs wasn’t enough to get you up as you waited for Happy.

It wasn’t usually Happy who picked you up. Tony typically did it himself, and as selfish as it felt you preferred it that way. He knew what to do, and he hadn’t belittled you for it yet so there was a growing sense of trust that it was an unlikely scenario. Alas, being an avenger and owning a multi-billion dollar company is no casual business, and there was just no way he was able to come and get you, so Happy was enlisted. You weren’t sure what to make of Happy. He never really said much to you (not that you would’ve said much in return) but he seemed to like Peter. Only problem was, Peter wasn’t even at school today. Probably hurt himself patrolling, given that it was probably impossible for his genetically enhanced ass to get sick. Lucky.

The slapping of Happy’s shoes on the worn linoleum broke your train of thought. The corridor was being kept clear by Ned and the new school nurse, who probably volunteered just to not have to figure out what else to do. You could’ve sworn none of these people had ever met another goddamn autistic person out in the wild before. Which, their loss, honestly. You hoisted yourself up on a locker and followed Happy on autopilot, eyes glazed over by the time you reached the distinctive black car. You felt like absolute shit. But every part of your brain was yelling at you to act fine, act normal, like nothing had ever happened.

Unsurprisingly, Happy didn’t say a word the entire drive back. You felt like every atom in your body had been drained of energy and you collapsed against the window of the car, too viscerally exhausted to care about the vibration of the car against your skull. Somewhere deep in your brain you tried to remember all the steps to the sensory room- the elevator, the right level, FRIDAY, the security pass- but each thought was too much effort to complete, and trailed off part way through. You kept trying over and over and over and over to remember how to do it, how to get to safety, with each attempt fizzling out sooner and sooner and never eventuating. You were too preoccupied with forcing the repetitive thought loop to recognise pulling into a driveway, down to the garage, half closed eyes seeing nothing, and the bone-tiredness letting your head just hang when the pressure of the door dropped as someone opened it from outside. Cool metal pushed hair back from your forehead and held you up as the restraint of the seatbelt rescinded and you realised it was Bucky.

He didn’t even ask before transferring most of your weight to his shoulder, and picking you up and out of the car. Somewhere in the haze you considered that maybe, this treatment was embarrassing; after all, you’d only met Bucky like, twice, and this was the second time he’d seen you in at some point in the meltdown life-cycle. But your body felt simultaneously numb and tingly and not there at all, and you didn’t even have the energy to cry despite desperately wanting to be able to, and all you could do was sink into his shoulder and try and keep your eyelids open.

You could feel when Bucky spoke. “Hey, can you grab that blanket over there? It’s weighted.”

Still feeling devoid of any capacity, you almost imperceptibly shook your head. Bucky rubbed your shoulder. “It’s okay, I wasn’t asking you, doll. We’re up in the sensory room. Steve is here. He wants to help, and I’m gonna get him to grab the weighted blanket so we can rest on that big comfy beanbag. You can sleep if you want, or we can just ride this out until you’re feeling a bit better. Nice and easy,” he lowered himself to slowly fall back into the memory foam. It only just occurred to you that you were gripping onto Bucky’s shirt for dear life, that the only way he would’ve been able to put you down would be to pry himself from your entangled hands. An honestly, you didn’t even fucking care. Humiliation aside, Bucky felt steady and calm and reassuring and you still felt so unsafe in your mind and body, an unrest that could easily spiral into meltdown round two. Which, ya know, you’d rather not do. Fighting sleep, you felt the air shift next to you and Steve returned, draping the grounding weight of the blanket over your jittery bones. He had something else with him too; as he sat on the ground beside you and Bucky, you registered that it was a sketchbook, and without a word he started to draw. First a landscape, a sunset, some birds, etched in grey then filled in pastels of colour. Mesmerised, you watched as your consciousness dripped away, sleeping in the way you only ever did when you were safe

#wycftq #Bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #autistic!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #tony stark #peter parker #winter soldier #captain america #iron man #spiderman #meltdown #sensory overload #Mcu autistic reader #avengers imagine #avengers one shot #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #when you can't find the quiet

[monachopsis-11]

I’m super curious what other self diagnosed, late diagnosed people thought about their meltdowns prior to discovering the autistic community. For example I remember a girl in my class missing a few days of school and when we asked about her the teacher just said she had a mental breakdown and I was like, so what? Something had happened in her family life and everyone was really worried but I could not for the life of me understand why everyone was making such a big deal about a mental breakdown, like hello- I have those every other day.

Of course I understand the difference now and have certainly experienced both but I had such a hard time understanding why everyone cared about her and not about me at the time. She missed a week of school and with how poor my mental health and accommodations were at the time I probably had four to seven meltdowns of varying intensity in that amount of time. I’d even tell friends and family that I had mental breakdowns and they were like “sure awesome go help with dinner okay?”

And of course I thought I was having some type of breakdown or psychotic episode, I was depressed, burnt out, overwhelmed, isolated, and every day I either collapsed into bed the second I got home or sat on my bedroom floor sobbing, pulling my hair, hitting myself, hitting my walls, pacing, rocking, and covering my ears.

The point of writing this is that I’d be incredibly interested in other late or self diagnosed peoples experience and thoughts with meltdowns before knowing what was really going on.

#autistic experiences #actually autistic #autistic women #late diagnosed autistic #self diagnosed autism #invisible disability #sensory issues #actuallyautistic #asd #autism #autistic meltdown #sensory overload #autistic community #disability #emotional dysregulation #please give me advice #post meltdown

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

They think Autism is just being a bit ‘odd’, But they don’t see…

Neurodivergent_lou

#autism #actually autistic #what people don’t see #tw suicide #burnout #financial issues #autistic burnout #health issues #being misunderstood #meltdowns #sensory overload #mental health #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #feel free to share/reblog #neurodivergent_lou (Facebook)

[beep-beep-robin]

tw: meltdown, harmful stimming, slight internalized ableism below the cut

eddie‘s hellfire shirt‘s seen better days. the print is coming off, it‘s starting to smell old - even when wayne‘s finally succesfully forced eddie to take it off for a day so he can wash it.

the day eddie accepts that it‘s probably time to throw it away, he has a meltdown. he‘d been wearing this shirt for years now, not everyday, but almost. it‘s his one piece of clothing that he‘d always felt comfortable in, the only thing he could wear on bad days without feeling like he was gonna have to throw up.

so now he‘s sitting on his bed, wearing the shirt, rocking back and forth and pulling on his hair, trying to reason with himself - the shirt‘s old, he could make a new one, it‘s gross - but it‘s no use. his brain is in emergency mode.

he‘s so focused on his panic and anger at himself, that he doesn‘t hear the knock on the door before it opens. steve walks in, sees eddie in distress, and immediately drops to the floor to kneel in front of the bed, looking up at eddie with concern visible on his face.

steve asks what‘s happened, but eddie can‘t seem to find any words. he just points at his shirt, points out the print, fingers trembling, before his hand goes back to pulling at his hair.

somehow steve manages to understand and calm eddie down a bit. eddie is aware that steve‘s making empty promises, he won‘t be able to get him a shirt that‘s the same as the one he‘s wearing now. even if he buys the exact same shirt, eddie knows that it‘ll feel different to him because it‘s newer, from a different batch, just plain different. the print isn‘t the issue, because he can just pop that onto the shirt himself.

still, hearing steve talk to him in a calming voice, reassuring him that everything‘s going to be fine and that he will actively try to help eddie get the same shirt back, it helps. he calms down just enough to stop torturing his hair, looking at steve’s face properly now for the first time since he’d walked in. the thought that even though eddie just basically lost his mind in front of steve and is probably covered in snot and tears, the latter is still looking at him with pure relief, love (platonic. eddie’s not trying to get his hopes up even further) and something else eddie can’t interpret on his face, makes eddie’s heart flutter.

eddie‘s not the biggest fan of being touched during and after a meltdown, and steve knows that (they‘d been hanging out for a while, and steve‘s witnessed another meltdown just weeks before), so they just sit side by side on his bed after he‘s come down from it, the metalhead nursing the tea steve‘s made him.

eddie‘s positively shocked when steve shows up again the next day to hand him a hellfire shirt. by the smell eddie can tell it‘s probably gareth‘s, and eddie could kiss steve for the genius idea of retrieving one of the other shirts that he‘d bought for the original members of the hellfire club (maybe that’s not the only reason he‘d kiss him though but eddie‘s going to keep that to himself). it smells different, slightly like gareth and a bit like steve, but it feels the same and it‘s much less worn than eddie‘s, because gareth didn‘t live in it as much as eddie did in his, apparently.

the relief that washes over eddie is immense. for a second he doesn‘t even know what to say, so he just throws his arms around steve in absolute disbelief at having someone apart from his uncle in his life that cares so much about the stupid little things that upset him that he’d go to these lengths to fix them.

especially steve. eddie was pretty worried about scaring the ex jock off when he started unmasking around him, but their friendship (?) just grew even stronger and steve‘s turned into the one person he can always turn to when things go south.

releasing each other from the hug, steve squeezes the others shoulders and tells eddie to go put the shirt on, but the latter is still thinking about his first instinct from a few moments earlier. he thinks of the expression on steve‘s face that washes over it so often when he‘s looking at eddie, no matter what the other is doing.

he thinks of accidental touches of hands, knees brushing together, hugs that last longer than they normally should. thinks of how caring steve is, how accepted and loved he makes eddie feel.

his eyes flicker down to steve‘s lips, back up to his eyes, and apparently steve is right there with him because he asks eddie if he can kiss him - and there’s that look again. eddie just nods and then they‘re kissing and his brain is struggling to catch up with what just happened but for a moment everything‘s perfect and eddie‘s, once again, in disbelief.

when they break apart, there‘s nothing but steve, steve, steve and he barely catches it when the other says that he‘s really been wanting to do this for a while now.

and all eddie can say to that is yeah, me too.

#steddie #eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steveddie #stranger things #steve harrington #original post #vanessas writing #vanessas headcanons #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #tw: meltdown #tw: sensory overload #tw: hair pulling #tw: internalized ableism #(slightly but it‘s there) #autism #asd #stimming #my hellfire shirt is slowly dying that‘s what made me think of this #i‘ve definitely had this reaction to having to get rid of comfort clothes or items before rip

[im-a-lil-bitch-boi]

my mom: ur not autistic, stop

also her: describes aspects of my childhood that r v obvious signs of autism

#autism #im 99.99999% sure im autistic #asd #autism spectrum disorder #actually autistic #autistic things #autistic adult #like srsly shed be like #“oh yea when u were a toddler u used to spin alot and even when u fell u got back up to spin again” #or #“whenever u fell u used to cry alot even tho u were physically fine” #“ur a v picky eater” #botch those r autistjc traits??? #jus bc i didnt have obvious “meltdowns” dont mean shit #also i hate callin them “meltdowns” bc its literally jus a fuckin breakdown due to sensory overloads like 99% of the time #also i was apparently diagnosed w “pure laziness” as a kid despite the fact that i did a majority of wut i was told #im sorry that child me couldnt help but piss the bed bc of anxiety??? like that loterally a sign of childhood anxiety but nope #i was “too smart” 🙄 #“you cant be autistic ur in the gifted program” #bjtch stfu all gifted kids r neurodivergent