Feb. 24 / 2021 9:05 am At 4:30 pm yesterday I was supposed to participate in a Zoom cooking-class, but I was unable to do so because of a crippling (though not quite paralyzing) anxiety attack. I’ve come across the phrase “Aspie meltdown” more than than once while reading Aspie literature online, but yesterday was the first meltdown I can remember in a very long time. I now understand why the Aspie community calls them meltdowns. The comparison to a nuclear reactor going critical is quite apt, especially for an Aspie. I was texting back and forth with my CSW at the time, trying to explain why there was no way I could do it. And yet there was no way I could back out. I was still unfamiliar with Zoom. (This has not changed btw). Preparing anything more complicated than a smoothie or a bowl of cereal. Heating up a can of soup on the stovetop is the upper limit of what I’m comfortable with doing. I had definitely clicked into Avoidance Mode, but I’d already agreed to do this. My nam...