The con was... complex. Emotion-wise, that is. I had a really rough time the first night, to the extent of full-blown panic attack. Saturday, another rough patch, but this time it was anger toward my boyfriend about plans that were not clearly communicated, leaving me expecting something that turned out not to be the case. We sorted things out, and set plans in place to avoid a situation like that in the future since this wasn't the first time we've had that kind of misunderstanding. For a little while, though, I wasn't sure we would sort things out, or whether I wanted to...
But it wasn't like in the past when I've gotten upset. I mean... in some ways it was. I'm still learning to manage emotions and relationships. But I didn't catastrophize, and I didn't hold myself responsible for not understanding something that wasn't actually explained to me. So progress...
Thank goodness for my boyfriend's female housemate; she's a really good friend, and although she wasn't staying with us at the con, she was there quite a bit and used our room as a clothes-changing/get-away-from-people space. She listened to a LOT of my venting both nights, and she was so incredibly supportive, I can't even say how much I appreciate it.
Other than those two issues, though, it was good. I didn't see everyone I knew who was there, and I didn't really meet anyone. I was introduced to a few people, but I don't think I would recognize them if I ran into them on the street.
During one event, a guy kept watching me, and he was pretty cute. I talked to him a bit later, because I ran into him at a different part of the con... but I was on a mission (it was during one of my volunteer shifts) and was so one-track-minded I didn't even think to give him my name. Ugh.
But it wasn't like in the past when I've gotten upset. I mean... in some ways it was. I'm still learning to manage emotions and relationships. But I didn't catastrophize, and I didn't hold myself responsible for not understanding something that wasn't actually explained to me. So progress...
Thank goodness for my boyfriend's female housemate; she's a really good friend, and although she wasn't staying with us at the con, she was there quite a bit and used our room as a clothes-changing/get-away-from-people space. She listened to a LOT of my venting both nights, and she was so incredibly supportive, I can't even say how much I appreciate it.
Other than those two issues, though, it was good. I didn't see everyone I knew who was there, and I didn't really meet anyone. I was introduced to a few people, but I don't think I would recognize them if I ran into them on the street.
During one event, a guy kept watching me, and he was pretty cute. I talked to him a bit later, because I ran into him at a different part of the con... but I was on a mission (it was during one of my volunteer shifts) and was so one-track-minded I didn't even think to give him my name. Ugh.