Monday, May 28, 2018

Good/Bad Days and Self-Care with ADHD

As a person with a couple mental illnesses, one of the things I have to be aware of is that I will have good days and bad days.

The depression-mania spectrum of bipolar disorder interacts with the function scale of my ADHD and executive dysfunction in interesting ways. I can control for some of these factors by managing my routine and medication, but sometimes it's just going to be a bad day. Or a good day that means the next few days are rough. With all that in mind, I have to prepare myself for either kind of day. Or week. Or month.

Today, I'm focusing that preparation on cleaning. I've got a guest coming this weekend, and my apartment is in mid-level disaster mode at the moment. It could certainly be worse, but I'm aiming to impress this particular visitor, so I'm hoping to get it up to untidy, at least. I've started making lists.


On the left is my deep cleaning list. This is the goal, on any good week. When I'm at the point where my apartment needs to be really clean, I'm going to turn to this page and see what's lacking. On the top of the right page is a breakdown of the Laundry item from deep clean. Bottom right is my list for when everything's gone to shit, I haven't seen a good day in a week or two, and I just need to be able to function in my space. 

Today's ADHD self-care is not judging myself for any of these lists. 

The deep clean list is broken down by room (my apartment is very small), and then by task, and then by the steps and pieces of that task. There are a few I probably could have broken down a little further, which is exactly what I did with laundry, but this is a good start. I've made a list that I won't look at and get overwhelmed, though it might seem like a lot to another person. I don't have to remember all of the steps to the process. I don't have to guess whether or not I've got something done. I get to check off extra boxes for every step! (This kind of instant reward helps give my brain that dopamine hit it's looking for.) It's a good list.

The laundry list is also broken down pretty far. Keeping my clothes clean is a constant struggle, and often it's a pretty low priority for me. Most people have the "I don't have clean underwear" line, and I have a similar one, but it's in a different place. I have a washer/dryer in my apartment, and I still don't do laundry near as often as I ought. So this list is, once again, my deep clean list. If I'm trying to get everything done, it all gets gathered, and then sorted, and then washed. And if I get really lucky with the energy and spoons and motivation, it might get put away. These are my sorting categories, and then the priority by which the loads are washed. Then I have where everything goes when I put it away.

The bottom list is for the really bad days. When I'm coming home from work and falling onto my couch and hopefully getting dinner before I'm done with the day. When I just need to be able to function. I need clean bowls because I eat all of my food out of bowls. I need to be able to sit in my spot on the couch. I need my side of the bed to have enough room for me. I need there to not be any food growing things or smelling bad. It doesn't make for a fun space, and sometimes it gets kind of gross, but it gets me through the day. And when I start noticing how gross it is, I know I'm doing better. When I can get up and run the dishwasher, I'm definitely getting better.

But I'm prepared for both kinds of days. And I'm doing that preparation without hating myself. Part of my self-care is also sharing this process. I hope it reaches someone who needs to know they aren't alone. I hope it shows people that sometimes, even the "simplest" task has too many steps to remember properly without help. And you can still be okay, even on the bad days.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Do the Work

Y’all, I have a friend whose preferred pronouns are none. Use no pronouns.

If anybody thought that being queer and genderfluid and aware made any of this easier, please take note. Our language wasn’t built to take care of people, our social conventions about repeating someone’s name a lot (ie- don’t) don’t leave a lot of room to take care of people. It isn’t *easy* to rewrite the way you speak in your head, I know that. (I’ve heard it from so many of my friends and family, too.)

It’s still worth it tho. It still matters to me to take care of this person and to treat my friend with respect. My mental gymnastics are my problem, not my friend’s.

Don’t get complacent because you think you know everything already. Be ready to let your paradigm shift again and again because we are changing the world to take care of each other. Do the work.

We're Dating?

I have a tendency to let relationships build kind of... as they’re going to, and this largely stems from a fear of being more invested than the other person and showing weakness by asking the “so what are we?” question.

It leads to some moments like
“we’ve been talking regularly for 10 months, I flew down to Texas to spend a week with you at the first opportunity that presented itself, we’ve kissed and shared a lot of important life info and moments........” 
“oh, we’re dating?? We’re partners? Yeah, obviously! I knew that! For sure!”


And then the question is “but when did we start dating? When did this go from being good friends who flirt a lot to being partners who are... idk, whatever partners are?” And this question has multiple sources/desired answers-
“what’s the difference between partners and not-yet-partners?”
“how long have we thought of each other as people we want to keep around for awhile and form this connection with?”
“when is our anniversary???” (This one is mostly for me, my partners don’t tend to track these things as much as I do)
“How did I miss this as a definition of our relationship for however long?”

I’m just saying, poly has really not made my dating life any less confusing, words are fake (even if I really like them), and damn do I need to work on believing people also like me.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

The future is fake

Remembering that time is a thing and the future is a thing is sometimes difficult for me.

Not everything has to happen right now. Some things can be depended upon to last. The people that I love aren't going to disappear. Relationships can move at their own pace.

Introductions and Explanations

Hey friends!

I've been thinking about starting a blog for awhile now, and a few of my favorite people have encouraged the notion, so here we are. Right now, my tendency is to share a lot of my thoughts and feelings on Facebook, which is a great outlet but isn't quite suited to my goals. I want to be able to save my posts and find them again later. I want to reach the audience that wants and needs to see those posts. I want to write longer format posts without getting lost in the noise of a Facebook newsfeed.

So here we are! This blog is still in its early stages, and I know it's a little messy. I'm hoping to clean it up and increase its functionality as I understand Blogger a little better and figure out what my dreams and goals for the blog really are. I hope you'll stick around through that.

What you'll find so far is about a year and a half's worth of the things I posted on Facebook that I considered worthy of archiving. All of my posts are tagged according to content, and they can be separated by those tags over in the labels tab on the sidebar. There are a lot of topics and overlap, so it should be a fun and messy experience. Moving forward I'll be writing things here and then probably sharing excerpts over on Facebook to get the interested people in the right place. I've also got everything set up so you can subscribe directly to the blog by email. That way you'll get all of my rants and ramblings directly in your inbox.

This blog will cover a wide range of things because I care about a wide range of things. A lot of the posts so far are about mental health awareness, advocacy, treatment, and struggles. It seems appropriate to get this kicked off in the middle of Mental Health Awareness Month. I'll no doubt continue that trend, but there are several other topics that are likely to come up. The recipe, subject to changing at any moment, will be this: a healthy dose of polyamory and non-monogamy, sexuality, and gender; a dash of politics; a smattering of important personal events; and definitely more than you bargained for feelings about my partners and polyweb.

I'm looking forward to seeing where this little project will go, and I hope you are too.

Romantic Love

Romantic love is difficult to qualify or quantify or make any sense of. People talk about it all the time, there are songs and books and poems that all try to make sense of it. Defining it is tricky, however, and it gets more so when you start to look outside of heteronormativity, monogamy, and the relationship escalator.

I can tell you that romantic love, for me, is different from friend love, family love, puppy love... It feels like warm honey in the sun, golden and liquid. It feels like tiny fireworks going off in my brain. It is tied to a few people in my life, and it usually starts with a heavy dose of apprehension because it's something I feel all the way, every single time.

My concept of romantic love is complicated by my friend Spencer. Spencer is someone I have been friends with since April of 2012, and when we first started talking I fell head over heels for them within weeks. I expressed my interest and affection, I was gently rebuffed, and I was a broken little heap for a couple days. I revived. I recovered. I didn't lose that spark. Spencer and I lived in the same dorm freshman year of college, and I went to see them whenever I could. I listened to stories about their life and classes, I sat on their floor while they did homework, I adjusted every time they changed their name or pronouns, and listened every time they expressed their identity and orientation differently.

I expected nothing. After I asked the first time, I never again told them I wanted to date. I didn't want to date. I wanted them to be happy, to be part of my life, to thrive in their environment and relationships. I wanted to support that in any way that I could. I've spent a few years now watching Spencer from afar as they do all of these things, and as they become the person they've always wanted to become. And I still feel that spark, that liquid gold, that certainty of affection. This person will always be my person.

My love for my friend Whitney is a different kind of love. It's bright and happy and sometimes exasperated and protective. It's standing up for her when she can't stand up for herself, and it's her reminding me that my feelings are important even when I want to prioritize other people. We have steel cables connecting us across the miles and time. This person will always be my person.

Ben and Jakal are my people, too. My partners. Honey in the sun, fireworks in the brain, butterflies in the stomach affection and joy and anticipation. The building of something new and beautiful. Still learning each other, still reaching out at random times just to feel the warmth and reality of each other. Reassurance and emotional support and jokes and sharing. Building lives that entwine and entangle and converge. These are different, and they do not come with the certainty of forever, but they come with the certainty of "right now, forever." One of my favorite lines of poetry that I've ever encountered is from "How It Ends" by Andrea Gibson.

"But whatever
Whenever
However this ends,
I want you to know, that right now,
I love you forever."

Weird Cat

Once I have firmly established that I do actually know what I’m talking about, I take immense joy in using wrong/imprecise words in especially jargon-laden or technical contexts.

  • Ex: talking about sails and rigging and the Golden Age of Sail and absolutely refusing to use the word “ship” the whole time
  • Ex: “why is that guy wearing a weird hat?” instead of “why is that one guy wearing a helm/armor that is totally inconsistent in period and region with the guys around him?”
  • Ex: “ooh, what a weird sword thing” “it’s a spear” “yeah, that’s a really weird sword thing”
  • Ex: calling a character in a tv show Weird Zeus the whole time, despite knowing his name