You being overstimulated was hell, for you and sometimes everyone around. The team understood, even if they aren’t in your body or mind because they have gotten close to being overstimulated or worse. But this? This was new. They called it hell when you were overstimulated because you called it that, but you never took it out on them until now. You were now sitting at your desk after snapped, feeling every string of fabric on your body and feeling every strand of hair on your head as the guilt washes over you in the silence of the BAU. They knew you were sorry, they were more shocked than hurt, but they understood that you were probably still cursing yourself because you can never not take the blame.