Well, I've grown fairly used to this over the years. I will have moods that last for hours, days, or aggravatingly weeks that could be described as dysphoria; I am overly aware that my body is the wrong size and shape during these episodes, and I find it harder than usual to communicate verbally. My hubby and a few close personal friends know about this though, so I can feel a bit more comfortable around them during these times. I go out of my way to avoid any interaction with the outside world when I'm in such a state, as it is just too much of a mental burden to act normal.
Lucky me though, these episodes generally only last a few hours, and I've noticed that specific environments trigger the episodes (possibly due to associating those environments with prior dysphoric moods). An example is a family member's yard, which is heavily tropical themed with birds of paradise bushes and creeping vines and banana trees. Every single time I am in that yard for more than five minutes, I want to lay in the dirt and communicate in sound effects and just in general be a crazy person. I am grateful that I do not need medication to resist these urges. XD
