

I suspect it’s like eating your fingernails or hair.
But, tactical dot!
I suspect it’s like eating your fingernails or hair.
But, tactical dot!
Neeyeeeerrroooom!!! (Fly by)
Good grief. I would have loved those.
I’m finding my mask is too good. I cover my problems up with very well placed rebukes, and example situations, making people think I understand, causing people to think I’m normal when I clearly need help…
Oof.
Good luck today!
Guess i got a blackout bingo on this one. Oof.
Oh wow… this is definitely not something to consider.
My husband had two in quick succession, and it’s made him worse.
I’m glad you found some relief!
A recent song for me… Headphones, by Radio Killer
Underrated joke.
I never knew about this until my non-programming partner asked what I thought about them.
… okay now that is funking insane. Wtf.
It also affects me for noises in general. Water splashes, fridges running, heaters clinking, A/C whirring. Anything and everything.
My sympathies, fellow unable to tune anything out!
Had the best sleep of my life in a Japanese hotel. Dead silent. Super vivid dreams, too.
Being in Japan with French-speaking is murder for my brain. It heavily focuses on language, so it hears English, Japanese, French, and the other Asian visitors. Makes it super hard to concentrate.
New here …
Struggling with everything. :(
Stressed on my own vacation because I’m rushed around by older people in my group who don’t know how to stop and relax… and my sick husband is freaking out because I’m stressed we’re late to meet them.
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Glad that works for your son!
I’m already blackout lights, silent room, etc. I just can’t fight my thoughts. They never shut up.
I’m fortunate that I have some visual artifacts in my vision and a ringing in my ears that I can concentrate on to quiet my thoughts.
The visual thing is a black circle with white outline that constantly “rotates”, stretches and squashes to give my eyes something. And the ringing sounds like Christmas chimes for me. Not too unpleasant, and they don’t disturb me during the day.
I like laying underneath a Christmas tree and stare up into its decorated and lit branches. I’ll let myself out.
Maybe it’s called that where you are? In Quebec we call French Toast “pain doré”. :)
Ooo, that’s a good one too. (Screech!)