...as a remedy I spend lots of time near playgrounds.
I bring a backpack with a Switch, art supplies, vape pen, and whatever else I feel like... and occasionally a guitar.
I usually pick a tree in the vicinity and relax there doing my own thing while listening to and watching the children play.
If I'm in the right mood, I'll play music or sing for them, which they love.
Sometimes people interact with me. The attention I get is never negative. For the most part, I look and feel like I belong there.
A young (about 12-year-old) autistic boy who lives across the street seems to have taken a liking to me. He likes to sit nearby while I'm in music mode and feel my rhythm.
Sharing in a basic atmosphere of joy with these strangers and families and children has been healing. I notice that I smile much more during these times. And of course, any time a little girl shows up, it makes my day.
Yesterday I was there and left to get something back at my house; on the way back to the playground passed a (maybe) 5-year-old girl zooming down the path on a little pink bike. She was also wearing a pink helmet. I didn't see her long enough to remember her clothing specifically other than that, but she looked very cute. Her blonde hair was in two medium-length braids poking out from underneath the helmet.
Anyway, she was going "WOOOO!" down the hill and of course I couldn't help but break into a great big stupid grin. We made eye-contact (I guess she recognized me from the playground earlier) and she smiled more and made one of the cutest little girl sounds - hard to describe but kinda like a giggle behind too much saliva....
Her brother passed a moment later on a scooter and also smiled at me.