Ugh I feel you. When I hit the limit my vocal subprocessor just shuts right the fuck down. And of course especially in moments in high emotion everyone is TALK TO ME and it’s like I literally friggin’ can’t and your insistence is NOT HELPING.
That workplace is a helluva keeper. And they’re right, professionalism is leaving your own biases at the door, which includes neurotypical ones. It’s just rare to see it actually applied!
And of course especially in moments in high emotion everyone is TALK TO ME
Ugh, this is the worst. Like, I don’t want to appear snippy to those who are trying to help me, but insisting I talk in that moment is going to guarantee “an attitude” in my tone and words that don’t make sense (and that I can’t explain in the moment.) As well, every word I utter will feel “wrong” in my heart, only being emitted due to coersion, soon to be followed by regret. All because language production in my brain has checked out - my mind’s too fogged to edit my speech properly, and I can’t access the words that fit appropriately. So any word salad that comes out will be more confusing than silence.
Then when my tone is off, I feel bad for making other people feel bad, and it’s a vicious cycle of stress and self-disgust.
After the event mentioned in my last comment, the upper management directly asked how they could help me in those times. I said, “Don’t try to make me talk. Instead, get me somewhere where I can be alone for a few minutes.” So that’s the plan in place now.
Ugh I feel you. When I hit the limit my vocal subprocessor just shuts right the fuck down. And of course especially in moments in high emotion everyone is TALK TO ME and it’s like I literally friggin’ can’t and your insistence is NOT HELPING.
That workplace is a helluva keeper. And they’re right, professionalism is leaving your own biases at the door, which includes neurotypical ones. It’s just rare to see it actually applied!
Ugh, this is the worst. Like, I don’t want to appear snippy to those who are trying to help me, but insisting I talk in that moment is going to guarantee “an attitude” in my tone and words that don’t make sense (and that I can’t explain in the moment.) As well, every word I utter will feel “wrong” in my heart, only being emitted due to coersion, soon to be followed by regret. All because language production in my brain has checked out - my mind’s too fogged to edit my speech properly, and I can’t access the words that fit appropriately. So any word salad that comes out will be more confusing than silence.
Then when my tone is off, I feel bad for making other people feel bad, and it’s a vicious cycle of stress and self-disgust.
After the event mentioned in my last comment, the upper management directly asked how they could help me in those times. I said, “Don’t try to make me talk. Instead, get me somewhere where I can be alone for a few minutes.” So that’s the plan in place now.
God damn you have the workplace of dreams