If you’re like me, then you’re always looking for quick ways out of social situations. When I go to a movie that I know will be busy, even though I get there first, I’ll sit in a corner on the side, just so no one comes near me.
At work, things become trickier. There are no safe spaces to be found. People are constantly speaking to you, and you don’t want to be talked to at all. Other people are throwing their personalities onto you, and quite frankly, I can’t even handle my tricky mood. To top it all off, I have a disdain for authority. Having a person look at me or use a tone with me that does not suit my ears, triggers me in the worst of ways. It’s like I was thrown back to being an unprotected child all over again. I’m learning how to fight; however, my natural tendency is flight. I’m like a gazelle which is unconsciously my favorite type of shoe. The Adidas Gazelle.
This comic represents my favorite and only safe space at work, the Handicapped Bathroom. I feel like George Costanza from Seinfeld when I stay in there for awhile, but if I don’t take my time in there, I might not be able to make it through the rest of the day mentally. I’ve made art in there, sat there, had lovely conversations in there, meditated, sang, and I’ve even slept in there. FYI, I put a bunch of paper towel on the floor, and it was right next to the door, far away from the toilet. So yes, I’m a lot like George Costanza, but I’m still here, and that’s all that matters.
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