Nothing makes me more anxious than when someone walks up and starts talking to me. Oh man, that was really challenging. Someone was driving in the parking lot at H.E.B. and asked me for money to get some food. At first, I couldn't understand them at all then Mom piped up and said no. Tell them no 'mam. Coming from the southeast I was brought up with people trying to teach me to say Yes, mam or Yes, sir. I didn't I always felt not right saying that. I always felt like doing my own thing. Like marching to the beat of my own drum. Back to the HEB parking lot. I couldn't say anything because something in that amygdala said to me and it was coming in all at once and all jumbled up and it made it look like the people in the car were not making any sense. So because of that auditory processing, I couldn't hear what she was saying to me because everything was coming in at once. In short, she made me really anxious. That is okay. I'm just figuring out what helps my auditory processing. Turning on the captions really does help. When I read books, I like to read them out loud. Plus it helps the selective mutism in the long run when I read it out loud. The bottom line is that God thought I was strong enough to handle my auditory processing and selective mutism on top of that.
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