A very tricky supermarket trip

This morning resulted in the dreaded trip to a supermarket. Unfortunately this week, Saturday was the only option. Although I tried to go at what I thought would be a quiet time, I was mistaken. The volume seemed like something else today and I didn’t have any ear protection with me. What is it with people flying round at speeds of hundreds of miles an hour and not thinking about other shoppers? I felt invisible.  

The mix of lots of people, having to negotiate a constantly moving and busy environment, a range of intense and sudden noises as well as already being incredibly close to burnout, meant that it was a deeply unpleasant experience. Why does the world have to move so quickly?

Fortunately since then I have managed to get some time out in the garden and have managed to find a little peace and quiet out there potting up some plants and doing a little tidying to calm myself down.

I don’t really know why I’m posting this, but it’s been a little therapeutic doing so.

Parents Reply
  • I have to make a list and know exactly where things are on the shelf, so that i can get in and out as quickly as possible. The panic starts to set-in when something i wanted has been moved to a different shelf. It's not the other shoppers dashing at a thousand miles away, but those that suddenly stop dead in the middle of an isle, to have a chat.

    My garden needs doing, next week i'll get into it, if the weather is ok. I've been in the kitchen cooking, i like that so find it calming.

Children
  • I've always hated going to the supermarket and the rush of people. Many people are ignorant.  I know others who feel the same but they aren't autistic.  When something isn't there that I want it throws me. And I remember when we moved house I had to use a different supermarket and I didn't like that fact. Then we moved again and it happened again. These days I go to aldi. I can be done in twenty minutes, everything is always in the same place and its much smaller. Also on Sundays,  I used to get a weird feeling because it was something I didn't want to do (it was a chore) but had to and that gave me weird anxiety.