@minkeygirl i totally get everything you're saying and also the air being sucked out. Had it for 18 years.
I've met up with ME people in the past who can talk non stop for hours. I've never been able to comprehend it. Even if fuelled by adrenaline they still drained the life out of me.
Sometimes every word uses up the air that i need to breathe. Its almost like i have to sacrifice a breath in order to say a word instead.
I emailed a company to remove some junk the other day. They wouldn't give me a quote via email even though i explained exactly the pieces to be taken away. They just kept telling me to call them even though i explained i couldn't. I told them i'll have to find someone else if they are going to force me to make a call when i'm too ill to talk and they said 'yeah thats fine.' And that was the end of that and i'm still stuck with junk to get rid of
The very occassional times when i was able to go out to a pub with my partner in the past, i could handle it for a couple of hours max, and i could almost pass as okay as long as someone didn't sit next to us and start talking to us and i could enjoy myself.
If someone did latch on, it was my night out over instantly. I could do a few sentences or more with whoever decided to latch onto us while having to speak over music, and then i'd go into a kamikazi nosedive while feeling really annoyed that my rare night out has been cut even shorter by some drunk who decides to chat because they're on their own.
My partner would know when i started nose diving as he could see me crumpling but he never wanted to be rude to the person talking to us and so it would continue and continue, until i'd be reaching a point where i might not even be able to get back home at all.
I did try just sitting there once and disconnected from the conversation but the longer i sat there, i'd go in a trance and my brain would start to wind down from the break and i'd not be able to go back to interacting again when it was required of me. So that was stressful too.
It took a massive massive effort to get out and i'm in effect being sent back home to my prison because i'm expected to entertain a complete stranger.
I'd be then seriously ill and my partner would be in a bad mood too. So we stopped going out at night because he couldn't enjoy himself and i didnt feel safe going out with him and having to deal with it all on my own. It was too much.
The talking problem is definitely one of the most irritating and debilitating and literally permeates every aspect of life.
Its often made me feel more disabled and inadequate than when i'm paralysed or crawling along the floor. Maybe because the last two things can be done in private.
I live in solitary confinement most of the time so i get to forget about it most of the time, yet its still one of the first things i'd like fixed if i had a choice because its needed for so many things. Its something that people are completely unable to understand or have very little tolerance for