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Originally Posted by Blossom
Dennis I understand when we moved here last year my mom took me to Crackel Barrel the noise level was off the charts!  I ate quickly then retreated outside to the car to peace and quiet. Had hubby been there I could have focused on him as he's my buffer. He'll distract me or just rub my shoulder. I didn't have a panic attack as I've learned to remove myself from a situation like that when it occurs. So much noise, so many emotions, so much chaos...I had to get out of there fast. |
I don't get panic attacks. I'm simply uncomfortable.
An additional issue is that I can't ignore speech. My mind insists on trying to parse it. My SO wears headphones when she watches TV as a courtesy to me, because I can't simply ignore it when the sound is on.
I had a co-worker years back who drove me nuts. He sat in the cube next to mine, and would put his phone on speaker to carry on hands-free conversations with his friends, so I got to hear both ends of the conversation. My job tended to require peace and quiet, and the ability to concentrate on a problem and think through the best solution. Peace and quiet? What's that?
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Dennis