I stress so much about being late for things that I usually plan to be 15 minutes early to things and just wait. i’ll start to flip out if things go south and i’m merely going to be on time. I talked to my therapist about this and she tells me to practice being late. sounds hard but okay i do what she tells me right?

So next poker night i decide to be 15 minutes late (other people routinely are this late so this should be fine!)

Wellll because i’m the only punctual and reliable one the host had counted on me to let people in to her condo (I had keys cuz i’m so reliable!) while she handled the big food order. She didnt bother telling me this because I had never once been late. She ended up being pretty grumpy about it which felt unfair but girl did this have the opposite effect my therapist intended 😂

It has been about 8 months since then and i’m still trying to build up the courage to be late to something. Don’t beat your children folks.

I was never beat but I hate being late. I don’t have an issue with it at all, I’m just… not late, and I don’t see why I should practice being disrespectful with other people’s time.

Anyway, then I had kids and they’re alway always slow which makes me late for everything, so I guess that’s my punishment. I try to be zen about it.

I’m just… not late, and I don’t see why I should practice being disrespectful with other people’s time.

It’s weird to me that their therapist just suggested disrespecting other people’s time like that. Like sure, give yourself grace but… just be late? Why should you change? It’s the tardy people that suck.

Maybe if OP becomes disproportionally distraught it could be a good exercise, but then I guess my family will say I am disproportionally distraught 😁
yes that’s a nice way of putting it. It isn’t a panic attack but I get extremely agitated, short tempered, crazed with distress and afraid to my bones. It’s very rare because i just plan to never be late but when it does happen I show up in tears and have made anyone accompanying me miserable.

Babylove, can you re-read what you just wrote, please? “…afraid to your bones” ? That’s a panic attack. It doesn’t have to be like the movies where you fall down, hyperventilating. I come from an abusive home too, so I have a pretty good idea of who told you you have to be small, but you don’t have to minimize your experiences or silence your struggles! I’m just a stranger on the internet, so take my opinion w a grain of salt, or just throw it right away if you want. You deserve to be understood and respected.

Hope you have a calm and peaceful day xoxo

hey thank you that’s some good points you make. I always associate panic attack with like the fake heart attack feeling i guess? but yeah i’m definitely panicking lol

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