My meltdowns are at varying degrees. One can be in the 30’s (a short upset), in the 60’s (a longer teary-eyed fit), or in the 90’s (when hopefully the only thing I’ll throw around the room is a pillow).
My foremost coping skill is a talk with Jesus. Just telling him whatever is going on inside of me is the best place to start conquering the meltdown. Oh, I could talk to someone which is not bad advice, but I seldom take that option. It carries the risk of the person advising me to calm down. Telling me to do such when I’m in meltdown country is like holding a red flag in front of a bull.
Sometimes I walk into situations where the odds of having a meltdown increase tremendously. Such as going to the $1.00 store a few days before Easter. That was a bad idea.
Easter decorations were flying off the shelf. I don’t like to shop anywhere where there’s a crowd. However, since I needed some items in that store at the affordable price of a dollar, I took the meltdown risk. I’m a miser at heart too.
There wasn’t that big of a line when I walked in, but it seemed like when I went to get in line, there had been a cattle call to get in line. I stood waiting while three ladies who were together separately purchased oodles of Easter bunnies, baskets, eggs, etc. Now I knew, rationally speaking, they had every right as I did to be there. But sitting through their purchases raised my odds of a meltdown.
Before I got out of the parking lot, I had to wait for cars to slowly, and I do mean slowly, back out of their parking space. That’s what one should do when backing out, but I wasn’t thinking rationally at that point. I started having one of those short meltdowns. No tears but tension running throughout my body. My steering wheel got a beating. I shouldn’t have been driving but it was too far to walk home.
My next stop was what I call my “toy store”, Best Buy! It was on my official “Saturday Morning Shopping Plan” that was written in my mind before I embarked. It is my favorite store because I possess a common “autism” trait of collecting things and what I collect is in that store.
While browsing inside my “utopia”, the crisis passed. My anxiety level shifted downward. I came home feeling extra tired because a meltdown, even a short one, can be draining. There won’t always be a Best Buy around when I need one, but on that day, I coped as best I could at Best.