Today was good. I had therapy, and we discussed my upcoming move. We also discussed recognizing when I’m triggered. In the past, I’ve existed on autopilot as a way of avoiding being triggered. I’ve also restricted what I view on TV or in movies for the same reason. I watch a few sitcoms, Adult Swim, and Conan on a regular basis. I stick to sci-fi/fantasy, comedy, and animated films at the theater. Sometimes the sci-fi movies are too intense to watch in the theater due to overstimulation. I hate when that happens. When I saw Star Wars: Episode 1 – The Phantom Menace in the theater, it made me physically ill. No, the film wasn’t that bad. It was the pod racing. The volume level was excruciating, and it went on for a fair bit of time. I refused to leave before it was over, but hurled in the parking lot on my way out. That sucked, and I had a wicked migraine right afterward.
The pod racing was exciting, though. It just exceeded my stimulation tolerance. I’ve been wary ever since. I did see Star Wars: The Force Awakens in the theater on opening night. Because duh. I think seeing General Leia, which made me cry, countered any overstimulation that may have occurred. That was an event I’m certain I’ll remember until I die. Or more hopefully, until I upload my memories into a digital format, and put my body in zero tao. Or something. And I’ll make the grandchildren of generation Z roll their eyes and groan every time I tell them the story of Princess Leia, and the rebellion she led. Right after telling them to get off my virtual lawn. Frakin’ kids, those days.