I’d gone 8 days without a meltdown. 8 days. 8 days of meetings and zooms, of arrangements and chats, eye contact and conversations, dinner parties and hosting, digging and dancing, eating proper and sleeping well, planning and working, attempting to engage the hyperfocus, being the person I needed to be. But there I was yesterday afternoon, head hitting and swearing, raging and shaking, losing it because an app lost my bearings as my AuADHD mind temporarily lost mine. There was no warning, to play book rumble, no signpost in that particular Maccy D car park at that particular time of what was to come. Just the blow-up. Continue reading ADHD, Autism and me: Meltdown milkshake anyone?