flooding

Diffuse bodily arousal past roughly 100 beats a minute, where listening, empathy and nuance go offline — the wall every script in the emotional wing must build around.

echo-under-anger met it first, and found both warring camps agreeing on this one fact: inside the flood the staged echo dies, so the echo works only around anger — a brake pulled early, or repair after the twenty quiet minutes. flooding-self-read asked whether it at least announces itself and found a smoke alarm, not a thermometer: the lab trusts the pulse precisely because the feeling is unreliable, and both meters fail together in alexithymia. nudge-not-lock builds the backup channel — nudgeable, fragile, slow — and step-back-mid-climb keeps its step back clear of the flood's territory. Not a measure of how much; only, shrieking, that you should already be leaving.