I’m back, rested, and less bruised and blistered than I was expecting.
I had a rough event. While I’m following the “comedown tradition” and not posting anything anywhere about the content of the game for 24 hours, to give my emotions time to settle, I want to get my posting in about the difficulties managing my autism during the game.
My new Biolite camping stove helped immensely in getting a warm meal into me, but was a bit of a pain to light. I think that’s just a case of getting enough kindling collected when I get onto the site (before it starts raining), and a bit of practice getting it lit. I managed to heat up curry and rice in the kettle attachment with the help of some boiling bags to separate the ingredients. My fire-in-a-tin was roleplayed around well, despite everyone wanting a look at it (because it’s a really neat bit of kit, and nobody’s seen one before). I think we’ve agreed that despite my character having a vulnerability to fire, carefully handled campfires and cooking fires are generally safe.
My Quechua 2 Seconds tent has also been very good, it’s a popup, and I’ve just got the hang of dropping it without help. Putting it up is a breeze (as long as I don’t bend all my tent pegs on rocks). Although, a larger covered porch area would be a wonderful addition.
As always, it’s an emotional game. You get invested in your character, you get invested in their relationships with other characters. When Plot happens, even if it’s to someone else, emotions can start running high. My character had a rough event from an emotional perspective, therefore so did I, to an extent.
The people, as always, have been lovely. The refs are aware that I sometimes have trouble coping, and are all very supportive and understanding. The majority of the other players are also wonderful. Because of the nature of Live Roleplay, there’s a big emphasis on safety and consent. It was nice to see other players quickly checking if it was OK to touch me before doing any roleplay that involved close physical contact.
It is a combat game, though, and that usually involves hitting other people, and being hit, with LRP-safe weapons. Blows are pulled so they land with the minimum of force needed to indicate that a person has been struck, but sometimes when emotions are running high the hits can get a bit hard. Someone has a quiet word about it, whoever it is apologises, no hard feelings. My reaction to sudden and unexpected pain from a poorly-pulled blow is usually quite unpleasant. I went into a shutdown from the shock of it and had to sit with the refs for quite a few hours while I recovered. Coupled with the Saturday Blues that have become commonplace for me at events, and I’ve begun to wonder whether I should keep going back.
I shut down on the drive home, from tiredness, a delayed response to overstimulation from the game, and from the general discomfort of travelling in an overpacked car with a couple of noisy LRP-goers. Luckily, the driver’s a friend of mine and noticed I’d gone into shutdown as the car was being unpacked, and saved me from the post-LRP evening “froth” (sparkle) that would’ve happened had I not been taken home immediately.
Overall, I didn’t have a great event, but the supportiveness of those around me has given me hope that more practice at accommodating my neurodivergence in varying environments will allow me to enjoy LRP in the future,