SOME PEOPLE DON’T EVEN HAVE ANXIETY

Last Thursday, my fiancé decided he could join me on my upcoming trip to New York. That was in three days. A neurotypical person would likely hear this news and simply think “Great! I get to go visit my family with the person I love most in the world! How cool!” And part of my brain did think that. But a bigger, louder part, started to scream, “But what will we do with the dogs?? And how will we get him a ticket in time?? Oh God! Things are changing!!”

I spent the next few hours in a tizzy, on and off the phone with my dad, contacting our dog sitter and running through all the options. I got myself so worked up I didn’t get any writing done--and then I started to freak out that I hadn’t gotten any writing done. I could feel my anxiety and OCD pushing me to leave the dogs in LA so I wouldn’t have to worry about decontaminating them or convincing airline staff to let us on the plane even though Sugar is technically over 20 pounds.