I wish I had something poignant to say today, but my brain can barely form a coherent thought. I’m basically in survival mode.
The holidays can be extremely difficult for those on the spectrum. I think this year, I had the hardest time out of any of us.
Immediately after Christmas, a stomach flu made the rounds at our house….and I have emetophobia (fear of vomit), so taking care of sick kids causes me intense anxiety. I not only ended up getting sick myself, but had a panic attack so severe that I had chest pains, couldn’t breathe, had numbness in my arms and legs, and my fingers locked up and I could not move them at all. I legitimately thought I might be having a heart attack, seizure, or stroke. Jacob called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital. It was quite the humbling experience, but nothing a little rest, some IV fluids, and anti-nausea medications couldn’t take care of. It was encouraging to see my whole family come together to help me in a time of need. I’m very grateful. ❤
Between the holidays, illnesses, and the kids being home for two weeks for winter break, I am just….done. Done with people. Done with stress. Done with talking. I want to crawl into a cave and not come out for at least a day or two.