If you interrupt me when I am in the middle of something I may smile at you and pretend everything is okay but on on the inside I am beginning to boil. Hopefully you will let me return to my task and finish what I was doing.
Stopping in the middle of a task creates a panic in me that is hard to justify. I just need to finish what I am working on or come to a reasonable stopping point.
My working memory is tricky, and I need to do things in a particular way so that I can keep track of all the details. I leave visual cues to help me remember things and use patterns and chapter numbers as bookmarks and signals.
I need time to switch tasks. My brain sometimes gets stuck. I never show my frustration but if you keep probing me things might get tense.
People don’t seem to understand how much I really, REALLY, HATE interruptions. They say I am childish and inflexible. So I pretend they don’t bother me – bottling everything up.