There have been many times when I never thought that I would work up the courage to try a thing that scared me...
whether that be making new friends, going to a friend's party, doing drama classes, getting injections done (afraid of needles, I am.
) or that time in my childhood when I went on a five day camp, and so on...
In many of these cases, my mum or teachers at school would set up emergency plans just in case things overwhelmed me (in the case of the needle injections, I had no emergency plan option; but I took my teddy bear into the hospital with me.
) Typically these plans involved setting up a place that was nice and quiet for me to go to recover.
Ehen I look back on many of the things I've tried, I can't think of any times when an emergency plan had to be put into use, or I ended up having a tragic meltdown
With every scary new thing I've come to do, there was definitely anxiety, maybe some near-soiling of my pants in the days/weeks leading up to the thing, but when it came time to try the thing, I went in, did it, and came out ok at the end of it.
And that brings me to the biggest thing I never thought I could do:
adapt.