This morning I went to the opticians for the first time in years. It was all a bit much. Massive sensory overload to start my day with.
One thing then happened out of the order I was expecting it to at home when I got back and I lost my temper with myself. It all happens so fast in those moments.
Now I’m sporting a bruised forehead and nursing myself through the embarrassment of not handling a normal mundane interaction yet again. I’d love to not do this to myself anymore, but it catches me by surprise every time.
In hindsight, I probably should have seen if there were any adaptations that could have been made for me, but I convinced myself not to once again.
Not looking for anything in particular by posting this, just trying to move away from the incident positively rather than dwelling on it and thought writing about it might help me to do that.
