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Cake day: April 30th, 2025

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  • Yep. Currently working through Autistic Burnout, and one of my symptoms is Dissociation. Whenever I’m slightly stressed or concentrate hard on something, it kicks in. My head feels a bit “spinny”, but I’m not dizzy; I feel a bit “high”, but without the pleasant buzz of weed; when I move around, I kind of feel like a floating balloon on a string being pulled round by a toddler. My interoception (internal sense) is terrible at the moment, so I don’t get body maintenance signals like need to pee or drink, until I’m almost desperate, and I feel emotionally numb - I mostly seem to only “feel” strong negative emotions, positive ones if felt at all are pretty distant. I also get visual snow - like TV static in my vision - and a “laggy” feeling, which is often independent of, but somehow connected with the dissociation, which feels like living in a 3D game with too low a frame rate - my perception of my movement becomes stuttered, almost like there is a strobe light on, and it feels like I’m moving through treacle. It’s a bundle of fun.

    Edit: I’d also intended to say, but I got distracted by my cat asking for food, that I hope you feel better soon. I’m sorry you are having to live through this. I find for me, it takes a few days to a week to wear off after I’ve been stressed - it seems to peak a day or so later, and then peter out over a number of days, as long as I avoid stress. I hope you can avoid your trigger.




  • In 2011, I worked in West Bromwich, greater Birmingham, UK, on Birmingham Road, where it joined High Street. The news had been reporting on riots starting in Tottenham, London, and it was said that they were spreading. One lunch time during this time, I went out to get lunch from a great Indian sweet shop called Dhillons that did an amazing Samosa Chaat, which was about 5 minutes walk down the road from our office. As I got closer, I could see a crowd and police further down the road, not far from the sweet shop, and coming towards me. Then I saw smoke, and turned around, and went back to the office, without my samosa chaat. Loads of busies with full blues and two’s on (police cars with sirens and lights on) started whizzing past, towards the trouble, and this continued all afternoon. When I left, the air was cloyed with smoke, and the street towards the sweet shop was cordoned off. The next day we learnt that the sweet shop got smashed up, and their van was torched, one of many that got hit. Nearly got caught up in a riot!