Joe90: I can identify! I was at the grocery yesterday and every aisle had squeaky, screaming babies. By the time I left, my shoulders hurt from all the times I involuntarily cringed at the sudden air-siren blast of a child next to me setting off into a wail. Someone else might not really notice all the screaming babies, I don't know. But I felt like I'd been dropped into the nursery ward of a hospital! Any other situation, I would have just walked out, but when you need to put food in your house and there's only one place to get it from . . .
At least I made it out of there okay. I've actually been verbally attacked by parents before, just for cringing or putting my hands over my ears when their baby started screaming. Not saying a word to them or the baby. Not even *looking* at them or the baby. And I get attacked because I can't hide how much the screaming hurts me. My pain triggers some kind of defensive, attacking reaction in some kinds of parents, apparently. After reflecting on it, I decided it must be guilt -- the parents who can't stand the screaming and are sitting around wishing they hadn't become parents and then they see the screaming hurting someone else and think, "how dare you make visible signs of pain? *I'm* the one who has to live with this. Let me give you a piece of my mind!" That's the only logical or semi-logical reason I can think of why my instinctual cringing would offend someone that much.
Also in the "what I do, not what I say" category of things that exhaust me: walking around where there are other people. I never know where to put my eyes when there are so many people because I don't want to look at them. Sometimes I can get away with looking at the trees or the squirrels or my feet but I have to move my eyes around a little bit to remain safe in public so I'm not hit by a bicycle or wheelchair or attacked by some general nutcase (it can happen) and so sometimes when I'm scanning the area for safety my eyes accidentally brush across someone else's eyes. And sometimes someone is walking right into my path so I have to look at the to decide which of us is going to yield (if no one decides, it's invariably me, if only by instinct) and then someone will smile at me and because I have face-blindness and have absolutely no idea who they are or if I know them or not, I have to smile back just in case (I've *really* pissed people off before when, according tot hem, I gave them a "dirty look" -- which I asssume is my default look when I don't make a smile for them.)
And then there are the people who approach me. Every time I leave my house I have at least one conversation with someone who approache dme, knew my name, obviously knows me, and I have no bloody idea who they are. So I don't know what they expect from me and I just try to keep the conversation as light and neutral as possible while I'm racking my brain, trying to figure out who the hell I'm talking to. Just that alone is exhausting!
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