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Donna Bridges's avatar

Oh Pip you’re a wind person too . My little 9 year old grandson and I have anxiety in common . Windy days see his behaviour explode in a kind or marvellous manoeuvre to keep people ( and therefore danger away) to his mind anyway . He’s aggressive and grumpy and the only thing to do is make him milo and put him in a bubble bath . Or the sea.

Mines more complex, following my great big fall down and subsequent multiple surgeries to save my arm , I can’t walk . I just cannot cross open ground without a visible means to sit at the end . My legs go to jelly and it’s become a self fulfilling prophecy. I’ve now got a walking stick which I determined would be temporary. It was I brought it home and never used it because I still cannot bring myself to walk . I’m now forcing myself to walk around our yard by the fence to hold if I need it . Last week I was walking 90 steps a day . This week 160 , I’m improving . Because of course in a thumb your nose at me kind of way Mother Nature sent menopause to me this year along with her friend weight gain ..... I have to move to lose the weight . I’m determined not to be this weight next year . So even if I can’t leave the yard - yet , it’s a small step forward.

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Kate's avatar

Completely relate to the routine situation. I think it's the mental fatigue that comes from carrying the mental load + making the infinite small decisions all the time that make routines so bolstering. When something interrupts the routine it's almost like a double whammy, not only has the routine been altered but then there is all the extra decision making and just thinking that comes with being comfortable with all the unexpected change.

Cheers Kate

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