Both excited and stressed about an #AutismAwareness#panel this week. Kind of an irony alert given I’m excited to participate but also stressed at all the preparation. So much focus on getting it “right.”
I have to admit I prefer a format that just lets participants speak on a subject freehand and take questions after. Too much #scripting stresses me out.
Having ideas and a desire to help is a sort of kryptonite for me. I live to serve and help but I don’t have the spoons, energy, et al to do it all. I need a cohort of body doubles. It’s not that I fancy myself a manager or director, but I’m just not enough for all the doing.
I’m looking forward to being in an Autism panel next week. And helping arrange caregiver events in May. The burnout risk is real and triggers negative self-thoughts.
I don't know if anyone else has gone through this. I've started #writing a new play. It's awesome and flowing, but it's triggering the fuck out of me. I won't go into details. I thought it would be fine and easy going and it is. But after I write, my mood crashes. It's not just the subject matter. It's the act of opening up. Has anyone else gone through something like this? It's fucking exhausting and I'm questioning if I should write at all. #writerscommunity#writerscoffeeclub#AuDHD#ptsd
About 80% of being late-diagnosed #neurodivergent (#ADHD, #autistic, or #Audhd) is finding out that we're not horrible fuckups who lack the willpower or moral fortitude to function like the normies. But rather that our brains just run on different firmware and we were never taught how deal with.
My seemingly biennial reminder to stop emotionally investing so much into being a member of a WoW Guild.
Having #AuDHD means making friends for me is difficult IRL. As such, I tend to over-invest emotionally when I become part of a WoW Guild, because it becomes my main source of social activity/interaction.
However it appears that this investment turns out to be more one-sided than I hope for most of the time, and again that turns out to be the case this time...
n. the state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your own behavior, as if you were some other person — noticing a twist of acid in your voice, an obscene amount of effort you put into something trifling, or an inexplicable weight on your shoulders that makes it difficult to get out of bed.