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(This is an excised chunk of How to Make A Pocket Crisis Guide because I continually need to reference this and it's a useful tool all on its own.)

People often don't realize they're bats! When your radar is broken, you have to come up with a scale to measure how bad things are, and it has to be simple enough that you can understand it even when blitzed out of your gourd. A daunting task, yes, but these folks' work might give you a good start:

* Alice Rich's Comparative Pain Scale
* the American Chronic Pain Association's Quality of Life Scale
* Allie Brosch's Pain Scale

Here's mine, if you're curious:

How Crazy Are You? In Green: 0: Fine! 1: Something's maybe bothering me? 2: Something's bugging me. Manageable. 3: I can perform normally, but it's real hard. In Yellow: 4: can't perform normally but not too woried. Rest and recharge. 5: Okay, this is getting bad now. Straining to keep it together. 6: Death grip on reality, barely hanging on. You can feel reality bending. In Red: 7: Losing grip, but can be reasoned with and calmed. 8: Can't be reasoned with, can be calmed or comforted. 9: Can't be reasoned with or calmed, can still fear pain. 10: Can't fear pain, be reasoned with or calmed. Ultimate fail state.

You can communicate this scale in text, colors, drawings, emoticons--8D :D :) :| :( D: D8--whatever gets the message across. I use the 1-10 scale for most daily use, red-yellow-green scale when moderately impaired, and the Five Questions when I'm full-on Bruce Wayne's Basement:

Ask yourself: 1. Do you know who you are? 2. Can you see headspace? 3. Can you reach headmates? 5. Can you think a question? 5. Can you feel emotions? If you ever answer no or dunno, shit's bad! Red! Are any of your headmates looking, acting, or saying that shit's bad? Believe them! Shit's bad! Red!

Try to think of what the most salient characteristics are of your crisis state. If you can come up with a simple litmus test that even catastrophically crazy you can get through, you're golden. It doesn't have to make sense to anyone but you: one of my instant "shit's bad" warnings is an inability to think questions. Maybe yours is your mouth tasting like an overspent electrical socket, or inability to stop crying. Whatever it is, it's good to know.

(Sadly, building a litmus test that simple often only comes after a few times getting thrown off the rodeo brain-bronco. Live and learn, hopefully?)
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