I cover my canopy bed with blankets and make a den/nest. I fill it with soft pillows and heavy blankets. It is my safe zone. There, I have peace and security.
Wow so much new understanding, I never really thought about the correlation between small spaces and autism. Thank you for your videos. I'm a new subscriber.
I used to sleep in the closet, the bathtub, large boxes became my secret forts. It always scared my parents when they couldn't find me. Just like a cat I could be found curled up napping somewhere questionable. I'm still very small (5' 1" and 115lbs) and have created a safe space in the back of a walk in closet.
I often say I was raised by cats. We had 3 cats and I would follow them and squeeze into their hiding spots with them and they would cuddle up with me for naps. Often no one could find me because I had gone into a cat hole they thought would be too small for me to get into.
Recently I was going through photos of me as a child and I found so many of me in baskets, laundry bins, shopping bags and bookcases. I stopped when I got older but in college I let my friends zip me up in my suitcase and I actually still loved being confined. I love wearing corsets and wearing obi (the belt worn with kimono which is every bit as restrictive as corsets), which feels like it must be a grown up equivalent
Yep! I loved shutting myself in the cupboard. And I like hug pressure. I also hid and waited to be found, but only when I was upset. (One day my mother stopped looking for me, so I stopped hiding.)
On being everything: I guess you're aware that the goal of some spiritual meditation practices is to fully lose the sense of separation and enter a state of non-duality.
looking forward to this video. i often crawled into boxes, cupboards, closets, etc, as a child. i found comfort in these small, private spaces, and would stay for long periods of time. no one knew where i was, according to my mom, she now says she was unaware i was doing this.
I have ADHD and like to sleep in the walk in closet or in the dormer windows when I feel overwhelmed. The world feels over stimulating alot of the time so hiding in a small space helps.
I relate to the blurring of self and other. I was plucking my mother's eyebrows and then when I was finished with her I had to pluck my own eyebrows. I was shocked at the pain although I've plucked my eyebrows many times before. I had forgotten that I am me and my mum is another being and I don't feel my mum's feelings but I feel my own. It was very confusing. Also sometimes when I think of something funny and laugh to myself I'll look in the mirror so I have someone to laugh with until I realise it's me. Also I used to love being in the cupboard as a child
A Buddhist go into a pizza place and says, "make me one with everything" When his pizza comes out he give the cashier a $20 bill. He patiently waits for a while and then asks, "Where is my change?" The cashier responds, "Change must come from within."
I cover my canopy bed with blankets and make a den/nest. I fill it with soft pillows and heavy blankets. It is my safe zone. There, I have peace and security.
Wow so much new understanding, I never really thought about the correlation between small spaces and autism. Thank you for your videos. I'm a new subscriber.
I used to sleep in the closet, the bathtub, large boxes became my secret forts. It always scared my parents when they couldn't find me. Just like a cat I could be found curled up napping somewhere questionable. I'm still very small (5' 1" and 115lbs) and have created a safe space in the back of a walk in closet.
I often say I was raised by cats. We had 3 cats and I would follow them and squeeze into their hiding spots with them and they would cuddle up with me for naps. Often no one could find me because I had gone into a cat hole they thought would be too small for me to get into.
Recently I was going through photos of me as a child and I found so many of me in baskets, laundry bins, shopping bags and bookcases. I stopped when I got older but in college I let my friends zip me up in my suitcase and I actually still loved being confined. I love wearing corsets and wearing obi (the belt worn with kimono which is every bit as restrictive as corsets), which feels like it must be a grown up equivalent
For me it’s the reverse feel clostrophobic
Yep! I loved shutting myself in the cupboard. And I like hug pressure.
I also hid and waited to be found, but only when I was upset. (One day my mother stopped looking for me, so I stopped hiding.)
On being everything: I guess you're aware that the goal of some spiritual meditation practices is to fully lose the sense of separation and enter a state of non-duality.
looking forward to this video. i often crawled into boxes, cupboards, closets, etc, as a child. i found comfort in these small, private spaces, and would stay for long periods of time. no one knew where i was, according to my mom, she now says she was unaware i was doing this.
As a pre-teen I literally lived in a closet for 4 years. It was only 4x5 so I could not lie down with my legs straight.
I have ADHD and like to sleep in the walk in closet or in the dormer windows when I feel overwhelmed. The world feels over stimulating alot of the time so hiding in a small space helps.
I relate to the blurring of self and other. I was plucking my mother's eyebrows and then when I was finished with her I had to pluck my own eyebrows. I was shocked at the pain although I've plucked my eyebrows many times before. I had forgotten that I am me and my mum is another being and I don't feel my mum's feelings but I feel my own. It was very confusing. Also sometimes when I think of something funny and laugh to myself I'll look in the mirror so I have someone to laugh with until I realise it's me. Also I used to love being in the cupboard as a child
I was under the impression all kids like to hide in small spaces. I used to do this as a child. I loved the dampened acoustics of being in the closet.
A Buddhist go into a pizza place and says, "make me one with everything"
When his pizza comes out he give the cashier a $20 bill. He patiently waits for a while and then asks, "Where is my change?"
The cashier responds, "Change must come from within."