What is the bad one coming, DirtDawg. 
Not a meltdown.
I did that as a child at a fairly high cost. I can now control my reactions much bettter, especially now that I know a littlle about autism and understand better what some of these sensory episodes lead to from past experience. Now, I usuallly just get kind of depresssed, listen to my music, way too loud, lay around and mope on wooly blankets, wearing a wool thermals inside out with a tight t-shirt over them, and the most ridiculous rainbow toe socks you ever saw, trying to get some tactile sensation from rough things. I also spend a little time on the punching bag using gripper gloves, inside out.
This processs makes a lot more sense than trying to figure out which foods I'm having an allergic reaction to, which is what doctors told me most of my life, when I was desparate enough to ask for help. Since I learned some of this a few years ago, I have had fewer and less severe instances, that also seem to go away faster, but this one came on much sooner than the normal dreaded timeframe. I'm so tired of dropping things, crushing things and scratching mysellf with rough things. I want my super-focussed-body-movements, perfectly-accurate-approach, lay-things-down-in-perfect-balance, "hyper-control" back. I misss my sense of humor, too.
