How qigong helped me through autistic burnout: The movement practice that helped me be more present

Originally published on Medium

I wrote about the books and tools that helped me through autistic burnout last week. One of the tools I briefly mentioned that was (and still is) a big help was my qigong practice.

I found qigong on accident.

I was looking for a movement activity to loosen up my tight muscles. I had tried yoga before but it didn’t help much. I did it for about a year and my muscles remained stubbornly tense

I wanted to try something else. I’d heard about tai chi but the few videos I tried on YouTube were too hard to follow. I needed a version of tai chi that was for old people.

So I Googled “tai chi for old people”.

And that’s how I found out about qigong.

I found the YouTube channel Qigong for Vitality and did the videos, usually in the morning. I did the 5 minute Qigong warmup video almost daily and surprisingly that short video helped my tight muscles relax. I eventually bought the membership to access the 30+ minute videos.

The slow movements helped my mind reconnect to my arms and legs, hands and feet. Before, I had to literally put a hand on my limbs to feel them in space. With qigong, I eventually was able to sense them without touching them.

Like yoga, Qigong can be exercise but it’s more a meditative practice. Sitting quietly to meditate or pray usually required a huge effort from me to focus. Performing the slow qigong movements gave my mind something to focus on and it learned to be quiet. After a long time, I could quietly meditate and feel refreshed afterwards.

When explaining qigong to friends and family, I said it helped me calm my overstimulated mind and body. Later, I learned about polyvagal theory and realized that qigong was really helping my vagus nerve. A sign of vagal nerve stimulation is yawning and I yawned A LOT practicing qigong. Sometimes I yawned so much, my eyes were full of tears.

Qigong helped get my body out of flight, fight, and shutdown mode and be more present. Instead of mentally withdrawing in social situations, I was mentally present. I started to notice in real-time how I felt. And I started to notice how often I felt drained around certain people. I started to notice who my body didn’t like being around.

My body was talking to me and I could finally hear it.

Books and tools that helped me through autistic burnout: Because therapy wasn’t for me

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Most of my professional help as a late-diagnosed autistic and ADHD woman came from books. I love learning from books. I can focus on the book’s message, stop reading whenever I’m inspired to think or write or act, and even quit the book if I don’t want to finish.

I wanted professional help like therapy or coaching to work for me. But it wasn’t right for me. I did one intro therapy session once. And, after getting diagnosed, I tried a coaching session for autistic/ADHD adults. The therapist and coach were nice people.

The problem? I couldn’t turn off my social mask setting. I kept trying to match the person’s energy and anticipate the best way to answer questions. I couldn’t let myself be me. The social aspect was too distracting for me to let them help. I didn’t want to force it, so I didn’t schedule more sessions.

Thankfully, I still had books.

These are the books that helped me go from “What’s wrong with me?” to “Am I burned out?” to “Ohh! I’m autistic!” to my current “Okay, I understand I’m autistic. What now?” phase.

Oh, and this list is not all in chronological order. My memory isn’t that good. I also linked to the book or tool on Amazon (except for two), so I’ll earn a small commission when you click those links.

Permission to Feel by Mark Brackett

This book taught me that emotions are important. And explained their importance in a way that made sense to me.

And I realized I had no emotional intelligence. Yes, I could write you a scene about a character experiencing complex emotions. But identify those emotions in myself? Not really.

I didn’t like that. So I used the book’s emotion grid (link to image of grid) to practice identifying emotions. It was SO HARD. At first, I identified if I was feeling red, blue, green, or yellow. Then I used the grid to name that emotion.

Emotion Magnets and Mood Tracker

The emotion grid was great but I wanted a more tangible way to practice. So I bought these emotion magnets (not an Amazon link). I put the magnets on the refrigerator for easy access. I liked to figure out my emotions in the morning or after being around a lot of people.

I worked backwards and used the “I want to feel…” prompt to see how I wanted to feel. And then that clarified how I was actually feeling — the opposite. And sometimes, I carried the magnets in a tin in my purse to practice on-the-go.

Like I said, emotions are hard. I needed a lot of practice.

So I did more.

I really really wanted to understand emotions so I bought a Mood Tracker planner to track emotions. The patterns showed me I felt annoyed or upset more than I realized. It gave me the hard data I needed to make changes to feel better.

The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel van der Kolk

This book taught me to get out of my head to heal.

What stuck with me: Trauma lingers in the physical body. Moving the body helps release the lingering trauma. So I needed to connect more with my physical body. Not easy. I didn’t feel my arms and legs in space. I had to concentrate on them or put my hand on them to feel them as connected to me. Guided somatic meditations and my qigong practice helped with this.

Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect and Running on Empty No More: Transform Your Relationships with Your Partner, Your Parents and Your Children by Jonice Webb

These 2 books were external validation that I didn’t get needed emotional support growing up. And that’s a generational problem, so it wasn’t my parents’ fault. They didn’t get what they needed either.

But it happened and it affected me and that is a real problem. I needed this external validation since my internal validation wasn’t enough at the time.

When the Body Says No: Exploring the Stress-Disease Connection by Gabor Maté

This book taught me that ignoring the body’s needs can manifest as serious physical illness.

I kind of already knew this. Every time I missed too many hours of sleep, I got a 24-hour cold that resolved if I slept all day. My body always forced me to rest before I missed too much sleep. This book made me think: I need to listen to my body’s small warnings now before they become more serious.

Looking back, I see my answer to healing was in my body, not my mind. I had to quiet my mind to hear my body’s urgent warning:

We’re tired. It’s time to rest.

Edited to add: I added the article links to one webpage. See them here: https://healingresources.my.canva.site/

Saying hello in the park isn’t easy for this autistic woman: Why politeness requires prep work

Originally published on Medium

I’m walking in the park. There’s a person ahead walking towards me.

My muscles tense, preparing to walk past them and acknowledge their presence.

And today I have a new thought: What if performing polite social acts, like saying hello to a passing person, happened automatically?

Well, I might enjoy them more like some people do.

Instead, what actually happens is this:

I’m tense and waiting for the right moment to acknowledge this person walking past me.

Oops, I made eye contact too early. They’re too far away to say anything to or smile at.

I focus on the horizon while simultaneously tracking their approach with my peripheral vision.

I also try to figure out what they’ll do. Will they say “Good morning?” Or make eye contact and smile? Or will they walk silently past my anticipatory smile?

And — now I’m just thinking ahead — if we pass each other again, do we need to do this all over again?

My tense muscle are thankful that there’s only one other person walking the path today.

If these moments of social connection didn’t require so much prep work, I could truly enjoy them.

But I’d honestly rather use that energy to enjoy my walk.

This 90s kid wanted an anti-aging routine: And it’s not all social media’s fault

Originally published on Medium

I’m a 90s kid. I didn’t grow up with social media but I worried about my appearance from a young age.

This worry was not social media’s fault (since it didn’t exist yet) and it wasn’t completely the media’s fault. I didn’t read beauty magazines or care about celebrities that much. They were rich people I didn’t know.

I worried because women around me taught me to worry about my appearance.

My mom gave me products to use on my already blemish-free child skin: facial scrubs and Sea Breeze applied with cotton rounds. She had spa days with me and my sisters. We cracked open eggs and brushed the egg white on our faces, then leaned over a bowl of hot water for a DIY steam treatment.

And, well, that wasn’t all negative. It was also fun and family time and self-care.

But you know what wasn’t fun?

Staring at my face in the bathroom mirror, worrying that a forehead wrinkle was too deep for a middle-schooler. I always heard women half-joke and fully complain about their own wrinkles. Wasn’t I too young for wrinkles?

And you know what else wasn’t fun?

Worrying about the vellum hairs that grew on my face and body. Older women talked frequently about their unwanted hairs and I added that to my growing worry list. In middle school, I started bleaching my face and arm hairs and then worried that the blonde on brown skin was even more noticeable.

There was so much to being a woman to worry about. I created mental wish lists for expensive improvements I couldn’t afford: laser hair removal, facial serums, injections.

There was no Instagram filters or YouTube stars. Social media didn’t make me worry like this.

I learned to do this from the women around me.

Sometimes a language barrier is an accommodation: Communicating and traveling while autistic

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The question I heard often after traveling with my husband in Southeast Asia for a few months was “Is the language barrier hard?” “How do you handle the language barrier?”

And my first reaction was “Uh, no?”

But then I thought about it more. And ended up writing this to really figure out why.

Because, honestly, it’s not easy looking for something to eat when no signs are in English and the menus don’t have pictures.

So the language barrier is hard.

But.

But it’s a simple-to-understand hard for me because I grew up obsessed about communication. And then communication literally became my job when I was an ASL interpreter.

So I’m always thinking about being understood, no matter what area I’m in.

How do we eliminate a language barrier? Learn a new language. Simple solution.

And with a language barrier, people expect miscommunications. It’s not a surprise. We work together to reach our conversational goal. It’s a good feeling.

But what about when the barrier is not language-based? What about when we speak the same language, same dialect, but still experience miscommunication?

That’s more complex.

There’s no one simple solution.

That’s what I experience in my home country.

People expect to understand me here. They make assumptions about the meaning behind my words, my gestures, my silences, even when there’s no hidden meanings.

People who speak my language are surprised when miscommunication happens. And I feel the responsibility to manage the conversation to reach understanding.

It’s not easy.

Speaking the same language is no guarantee for a great social interaction. Sometimes the opposite is true.

One of my favorite Southeast Asia interactions happened in a Bangkok coffee shop. The owner was an older woman, a grandma watching her grandson for the day inside her Instagram-post perfect coffee shop. She knew a few words of English and I knew a few Thai words. But I ordered a drink and asked for the wifi password and she responded. We understood each other perfectly well.

Speaking a different language is no guarantee for miscommunication.

Sometimes it’s an accidental accommodation.

California cheap isn’t Texas cheap: Geographic arbitrage from a local’s perspective

Originally published on Medium

I’m from Texas, the state other Americans move to for a cheaper life. I’m grateful to to them for teaching me that cheap is relative before I started traveling as an adult.

But before I was thankful, I was kinda annoyed at them. They were so excited about living in Texas on that HCOL area’s income. But California cheap isn’t Texas cheap.

But I like to understand people and I don’t like to stay annoyed. So I logically examined the situation: Times are tough where they’re from. Groceries cost more. Housing costs more. Then they get here and are so excited to stretch that dollar farther into splurge and treat-yourself territory.

I get it. Okay, now I’m happy for them. Seriously. That’s not sarcasm.

But the phrase “That’s so cheap!” about something that a local would think twice about buying, heard over and over again? It grates a budget-conscious soul’s ears. And now I think twice about saying it myself.

And lately, I hear or read this phrase repeatedly in connection to travel. Travelers talk about the “cheap” lodging, food, and entertainment options in countries where the cost of living is lower than their home area.

But cheap is relative. To reflect that idea, I decided to say “I can afford this” or “This is affordable” instead of “That’s so cheap”.

And that’s it.

No big epiphany, just a simple observation about the relativity of cheapness. Thanks for reading.

You don’t need makeup to leave the house: Why makeup isn’t the same as toothpaste

Originally published on Medium

I don’t care if you wear makeup.

But what pricks me is the saying you “ACTUALLY put on makeup today”. Such a common saying. It’s like saying makeup is as necessary as…

…Sorry, struggling to find a good comparison to another daily activity.

Oh, showering!

No, wait, skipping a daily shower can be good for the skin. Bad comparison.

Got it! Brushing your teeth. There we go.

Let’s start over.

What pricks me is the saying you “ACTUALLY put on makeup today”. Like makeup is as necessary as brushing your teeth. Like your bare face is the same as walking around with stinky breath.

I see that clean face. I see those groomed eyebrows and booger-free eyes. You have not neglected yourself. You have been taking care of yourself.

Please don’t equate makeup-free with unbrushed teeth.

Makeup is not the minimum of self-care. Clean teeth are.

How this autistic decides where to sit: Spoiler -It’s an involved process

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I’m done ordering my milk tea with boba pearls. I turn away from the counter and exhale. Time for the next hard part.

Where do I sit?

This is a new boba tea shop so I don’t have a favorite table yet. I look at the empty tables. It’s a weekday, early afternoon, so the place is mostly empty except for 4 people sitting at a table by the front door.

I walk to my first option, a table in the corner. Why is there a bright light hitting my face? I look up and see why: a light fixture shines aggressively on the table.

No good, this table is too bright.

I walk to the table behind it and feel goosebumps. The air conditioning vent is pointed right at the table. Cold air plus the cold room plus my cold drink? Too much cold.

No good, this table is too cold.

I go to try the opposite corner, walking fast. Gotta pick somewhere to sit before they finish making my drink!

The table in the corner has good lighting and temperature but it’s too close to the chatty group and their conversation overrides the fun song playing right now. I’d rather hear the music than them.

No good, this table is too noisy.

Feeling desperate, I look back across the room at the one table I haven’t tried yet. It had seemed too close to the front counter earlier. But now, it’s my last hope. I don’t see a bright light, so that’s promising. I walk back across the room and stand there, evaluating.

No AC vent is blowing here.

The chatty group’s noise stays on the other side of the room.

I can hear the shop music clearly.

This table is just right.

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Local woman wrecks conversation: The too-real experience of conversing while autistic

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Local woman apologizes for derailing your intended conversation. She promises to play her role as conversational partner correctly but requires a script.

Or an outline. Prompting. Any type of feedback that she’s doing what you expected.

Do you want to be congratulated about having 10 kids? Understood. She will definitely not pause awkwardly, silently consider how an old man ended up with 10 kids, then eventually say “Wow, that’s a lot of kids.”

And when you share the 40 year age difference between your kids, she definitely thinks she missed vital stage direction about what to do next. She tries a response: “Wow, that’s a big age difference.”

That wasn’t quite right either, huh?

She also avoids commenting when you compare yourself to Abraham. Abraham didn’t have 10 kids but Jacob had 12 sons. Abraham’s sons did have an age gap, though, but not a 40 year gap. Or maybe you weren’t being literal at all. She wouldn’t normally be so picky about religious similes but you’re a pastor so this is your specialty.

Oh, and she wants to see photos of the other kids, not just the photo of the full-grown daughter holding the baby son. She’s still wondering why you skipped sharing the other 8 children’s photos.

None of that was in your script, huh?