I hate cutting my nails because my hands feel "bad" for the next 2-3 days. When my hands feel bad, that means that I am extra sensitive to textural things. Everything feels too rough/dry and just plain uncomfortable.

My Mom (I'm home for a bit) asked if I was cutting them too short and I agreed that was probably an issue. I cannot use an emery board, so in an effort to even up my nails they end up too short. Tonight my Mom asked me if I wanted her to file my nails for me. I agreed, since they were kind of uneven after trying not to cut them too short. As soon as I agreed, my stomach filled with dread.

I closed my eyes, pressed my other hand to my eyes and tried really hard not to cry. She went as fast as possible and I bit my cheeks/lips and pressed really hard into my eyes.

After it was over, I washed my hands and put on lotion. Then, I left the room and walked into the kitchen. If I had a swing, I would've been in that sucker. I needed to be regulated in the worst of ways. I walked back to my Mom. I requested a hug and she obliged, offering to be my squeeze machine (we just watched the Temple Grandin movie).

After a hard hug, I couldn't help it...I started to cry. I also flapped my hands and took some deep breaths.

It's really funny, I just commented to my Mom earlier that I was glad my SPD wasn't more severe. Hah, the universe has a funny way of making you eat your words.

I'm ok now though, I just keep flicking my fingers over my nails. Does anyone have any suggestions?