Let's Get you Sitting on a Chair

or, Please Stop Inconveniencing People

Why on earth does it matter whether or not I sit on a chair?

The only conclusion I can come to is that it makes everybody else feel more comfortable (well, everybody who's boring and boxed up in the norms of society...). 

Is it an Autism?

Today the lovely people at the dentists' surgery got treated to a visit from my Oortizum (see Harry Thompson's page recently for this to make more sense - there's been a theme about identity-first language and everyone is joking about trying to find an Autism that is lurking somewhere, somehow existing outside of a person. Anyway, I digress.).

I was trying to process a change to my expectation by flapping gently with my Tangle and rocking back and forth before I left the surgery so I could let my brain accommodate the new information and work out what to do next. The receptionist asked if I was OK to come back next week. I replied "yes" and continued regulating. A few minutes later this loop repeated itself (in retrospect, she probably meant "please leave now" and also you are being strange and making me and the other patients uncomfortable, but this is not what she said). A few minutes later she repeated yet again and my brain went bang. "I keep telling you yes! It's fine, it's fine, it's all OK" as bits of my Tangle went flying all over the waiting room.

I managed to find a corner to crouch in to gather myself and let my brain and body do their thing. The poor bewildered lady went for backup. I had forgotten to wear my lanyard - a lesson I could probably learn from, although I'm not sure how much it would have helped in this situation!

I do not want your chair!

Thenceforth the main thing the noisy, fast-talking, incessant-questioning (but also very well-meaning) dentist seemed concerned about during my meltdown was that I sit on a chair. What?!

He didn't get the point that this wouldn't help from a) my ignoring the suggestion b) my getting more distressed as his insistence became stronger c) my shouting "no" at him and getting even more distressed (if you know me you will know I am NOT a shouty person!). 

Only once I had later had time to calm down (They got me a drink and left me alone and made a plan and told me what would happen. And brought me my bits of Tangle. So really they were very lovely!) and was able to talk again and he once more asked me to sit on a chair, gesturing to one across the room, did I ask permission to stay where I was (on the floor in the corner by a chair). He said I could stay in the corner but could I sit on the chair. I finally managed to express "it doesn't help to sit on a chair" and he gave it up as a bad job and agreed I could stay where I was.

Neither member of staff was unfriendly, they just didn't know what was happening and didn't know what to do. They were feeling a little desperate as I wasn't responding (again, to people who know me this would be a positive sign that I am working on recovery). I could tell this because the dentist urged me that I would have to answer his questions about how to proceed or he would have to send me away into the cold which he didn't want to do. He was at a loss as to what to do with this perplexing and unpredictable individual.

Ah look, the people are behaving

So perhaps my sitting on a chair would have made them feel better. I would look normal to them and anyone else coming in and they would feel they had helped me because normality was restored in their waiting room.

But the thing is, I wouldn't have been OK, or not as quickly. Crouching and being in a small space help me to feel safe, and this makes my recovery quicker and my stress levels after the incident lower, reducing the risk of further overwhelm a little.

For these people the sign that I was OK was sitting on a chair, and the sooner it happened the better. But for me that would not have been better. It would not have meant that I was feeling better. It would have meant that I was sitting on a chair. Less regulated than I could have been. But behaving normally. Putting on "normal" behaviour doesn't magically make the normal behaviour helpful to me, and it doesn't change the way my brain works. 

So next time you feel tempted to ask someone to change their behaviour, just check whom you are trying to benefit - do I want them to feel better or do I want them to make me feel better? If they're harming themselves or someone else then absolutely they may need to change. But maybe what they're doing is just what they need to be doing and maybe I could be OK with that. Maybe if I'm OK with it it will help others feel more comfortable around "unusual" behaviour, which will mean more people can be more themselves in more places more of the time. And when people know they can be accepted rather than making people scared or uncomfortable, they might just have a better life.

I searched for unusual behaviour on Google images and this was the result 😂

Also a note:

Double empathy problem. He didn't know that I knew they were trying to help. He kept reassuring me of this later on so it was obviously bothering him (and even rang the GP to get them to check on me - a whole other hilarious story!). I had no animosity towards them but they did not know this: my behaviour, distress and shouting were due to my brain not being able to deal with everything that it was being asked to, and nothing to do with my thoughts or feelings towards the people involved. I think perhaps people look at a meltdown or shutdown and interpret it as an emotion, and an emotion that is felt towards them because they are there or they were involved in the escalation of distress.

I rarely feel an actual emotion in these states: what I am feeling is overwhelm. Brain exploding because more is being asked of it than it can provide in that moment. It doesn't even have space for an emotion or an opinion on things - all that is in there is "too much" or "help" or "I can't cope" if I had to try and translate it into something.

I kept thanking them and apologising. I didn't know whether they knew I wasn't upset with them but just couldn't compute the change quickly enough. I didn't know if they knew that I knew they wanted to help.

So my communication was not understood by the people with me, and at times I did not understand theirs. An interaction between people of the same neurotype would likely have resulted in less confusion, a quicker de-escalation and less concern afterwards.