I don't know if this is in the right forum, but I simply don't have the presense of mind to think of where else to put it. It is a decleration of fatigue and sadness of sorts.....and I need feedback

I was very tired yesterday when I attended my friends' baby shower. I am on some strong nerve disrupters to do witha chronic pain condition and I had not had my midday nap to reboot. Well, I should have known the danger signs.

My Asparagus (Aspergers) was all over the place in my brain with my poor cognitions barely getting a word in. I was smiling in all the wrong spots, totally forgetting peoples names even asking them a thousand times, the people that I knew who are also friends seemed like strangers. I could not concentrate for even a second because the accoustics in the house made things like putting plates on the table, ripping paper and talking ten times louder than they needed to be. I was in sensory agony and because I was so tired, I could not use cognition to process some of the data more quickly. I felt like I was moving, talking and thinking about 100 times slower than everyone else.

Of course, I wanted to stim like mad, put my hands over my ears and hum a soothing tune to myself, lie of the grass which looked AWESOME and green and cool, and roll around on the tiles. It took everything i had not to gove in to these immediate comforts.....It has been a while since I have felt that distressed.(I don't do groups very often)

Then the great faux pas......my friend who is having the baby received a present in the form of a little white shirt for her baby. It was a collared button up piece made from a firm but cool cotton material. It looked like something that is identical to what the men wear in some middle eastern countries to stave off the heat and also be breathable. I blurted out with purity and astonishment because I was truly astounded at how much it represented this type of clothing......... "When the little sea monkey is born, they can wear it to the mosque!" (Mods please edit this if need be. I am unfamiliar with the rules at this point).

For those of you that know me, you know I would have never meant this to be derogatory or cruel. In fact, had I said this to my friend in private, she would have got my meaning, as obscure as it is, but the room went silent and I had all these women look at me as if I had landed from a foreign planet.

Oh boy. My sense of humour and inappropriateness does annihilate me sometimes. So much so, that I am still laughing.

Lesson: DO NOT go to baby showers when you are tired. Or even better, don't go at all.


Michah