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Adhd really is like... bedroom is slightly messy it would be nice to tidy it some
bedroom is very messy I really should tidy up
bedroom is chaotic I NEED to tidy but my brain says no. Why. Whyyy.
I guess I’ll just have to watch where I step in here for the rest of my life. The mess is everywhere. I’m one with the mess.
A sudden Need to Clean™ makes you get the room looking like some fancy homes magazine cover, and you think “I’ll never ever let it get that bad again, and then...
bedroom is slightly messy (uh oh)
ADHD organization tips:
-out of sight = out of mind, as in, if you can’t see it, you will forget it exists. Set up your space such that, when everything is put away, you can still see it all (remove closet doors, shallow shelves so nothing is behind anything else, etc.)
-one-step access. None of this “to get to this thing, I have to get a stool, remove the box in front of it, grab the thing i want, put the box back, put the stool back-” nah. One step access. Not even “this thing belongs behind this thing”. Open drawer. Is thing right there? good. Have to move other thing to get to it? bad. Multi-steps means you’ll rarely use it, and when you do, it will NEVER GET PUT AWAY AGAIN. Multi-step access is for deep storage and the items that get the least frequent use.
-an item’s home is within arm’s reach of where you are most likely to use it/want to put it down.
-items can have multiple homes and that’s ok. I have three pencil/pen cans around my room, and like two or three places where I’m “allowed” to place things like my wallet and keys (and I am NOT allowed to place them anywhere else, because then I’ll lose them forever).
-examine the mess on your floor and determine the categories, then ask why those things are on the floor.
---Why pile of clean clothes? because I didn’t want to fold them up. Solution: fuck folding clothes, clothes only get sorted into categories and then dumped into drawers or crates. That’s fine and ok.
---Why pile of kinda-dirty-but-can-still-wear clothes? because I don’t want to put them away (i wore them once) but i don’t want to put them in the laundry basket (they’re not really dirty yet). Solution: have a home for “kinda dirty” clothes. I drape mine over the edge of my hamper.
---- a bunch of trash on your floor? Because the trash can is all the way over there. Solution: put a bunch of trash cans all around your room.
---- pile of papers on desk? because i need to put them in my files where they’ll eventually go. Solution: one of those cute magazine boxes on desk, specifically for “to file” papers.
-permanent piles on surfaces go in cute little boxes exactly where they already were. e.g. pile on nightstand consisting of wallet, keys, meds, phone, etc??? cute little box right on the nightstand for all that stuff you’ll grab every day. Pile on desk of shit that you need to take back out to the kitchen but haven’t yet? grab a little tray specifically to accumulate things you’ll take back out to the kitchen at some point. box on nightstand for “stuff that could/usually does go in purse, but isn’t there today for whatever reason”. Lil box for “random tiny shit that I should put away at some point” like hair ties, safety pins, push pins, etc.
-it’s ok for things to “live” in the place where you’ll need them next, even if it’s not “away”, so long as those things aren’t in your way. My pjs live on my bed, because I’m going to wear them again tonight. If I’m feeling fancy I’ll fold them and put them at the foot of the bed. Most days I’ll just yeet them on there and that’s where they Belong. My meds belong in a lil box on my nightstand, because that’s where I’ll set out my pills for the next day.
- “dump station” = right inside the door, where you’ll divest yourself of everything automatically anyways. Hook for your purse, hook for workbag, a few hooks for coats etc (even though coats “live” in the closet, it’s ok for them to live here too), box/tray for wallet etc, place for shoes. Because I’m gonna dump them the moment I walk in the door anyway, and if their “place” isn’t right there, they’re just gonna end up part of the mess
-beware the corner piles. Observe them, question them, solve them. Shit accumulates in “dead spots” on the floor where you don’t walk often. Watch those piles. What are those piles? Where are their homes? And why aren’t they there? Are their homes too inaccessible? Did I accidentally start a new hobby and none of the supplies for that have a home yet? Is it something “in progress” that I still intend to work on/do something with?
you’ll still go through the cycles of accumulating mess and destroying it all in one go, but the mess accumulated will be so much less and so much easier to deal with.
It isn’t easy to be emotionally available. As rewarding as it is when you’re able to, working through all these old ideas and old truths is so hard. It’s not just like you flip a switch, you have to rework ur ideas of ur own self worthiness to receive n give that love— you have to tell urself a new truth for the healed version of urself. You have to rewrite ur whole reality. That takes time to stick. It takes time for that to become a true belief that u have for urself n that ur able to honor n make space for in ur relationships. Receiving love is not passive. Being emotionally available is about true receptivity, giving yourself permission to be loved in accordance to ur worth and not the worthiness others have dictated off of their own self projected damages n insecurities. That all takes so much time. Love is patient tho, I’ve heard that too.
As a baby teen who didn’t know she was gay, it was the asexual community that taught me;
Intimacy doesn’t have to mean sex.
I don’t have to have sex if I don’t want to. I don’t have to have sex full stop!
I can love boys and not want to have sex with them.
I should trust my gut on what I do and don’t want to do.
I can picture a future that isn’t marrying a man. I can picture a future that doesn’t involve marrying anyone. I can picture whatever future I want and then I can go get it.
I don’t need an iron clad justification to say no to things. I can just, not want to.
and most generally, most importantly:
My comfort matters. I don’t have to force myself to do ANYTHING that makes me uncomfortable!! If a situation, a relationship, or a vision of the future makes me uncomfortable! I can ditch it!
I don’t know how long it would have taken me to find my home in the queer community without asexuality. I can never thank the asexual community too much for me you helped me be.
So I’m sending mad love and respect to all asexuals and aromantics this fine ace awareness week. May your lives be filled with joy and comfort. May your communities flourish forever. 🖤 🤍 💜
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p.s. fuck transmisogyny when I say men I mean men not amabs
p.p.s. eat seasonal produce everyone. Braised cabbage is delicious.
someone tell me I shouldn’t feel guilty for doing self care instead of work
I am so tired 😓
Inner Child January
I was so excited to do the Inner Child january drawing prompts from not_sorry_art because inner child work is basically what I’ve been doing. But I never did a single drawing because I’m just so overwhelmed with life right now. I’m trying to honor that because I work 40 hours a week (staring at a screen) and then do 6ish hours of grad courses (staring at a screen) and then all the tasks I need to do to manage life. So like accepting that I’m gonna be tired and burnt out and being okay with that is progress in it’s self I guess...
But this got way off topic...
What I came here to talk about is how empty I felt when I looked at the prompts, I realized I don’t know who I was as a child... I was so busy trying to be an adult I never really enjoyed my time as a kid. So in an attempt to bring back some sense of self and figure out what I liked as a kid I started thinking of all the toys I remember playing with. I realized I didn’t save many toys that actually made me feel happy, just the one’s that I felt I should save based on then being gifts or whatever.
I wish I had saved- just to have as decor or knicknacks- my Polly Pockets, Littlest Pet Shop, Furby, Tamagotchi... those are the toys I really feel a spark of joy from the memories. I think if I had had more confidence I would have kept these things and maybe I would have been a bit happier seeing them around me. I just wish I had more “I like what I like” energy, rather than secretly wanting to fit in so much. I hope I can repair that hole in myself, let the fun stuff shine through.
Tactoon-cat Cartoons
With each I was like “Surely the cat doesn’t actually look like that in the image. surely this is an exaggeration.” but then I scrolled and yes, the cats are liquid
Tadashi Ohashi, onion illustration for Kikkoman soy sauce, 1970s. From Graphis 1973.
i like to think that our blogs are just our own little personal museums of all the things we like, and we can visit each other’s museums and leave nice notes at the reception.
just incase you haven’t heard it in a while:
i am so proud of you.
i’ve seen how hard you’ve been working and i’m sorry others haven’t seen it.
you deserve recognition for the strength you have demonstrated by making it to this moment.
i am so incredibly proud of you and you should be proud of yourself.
I want to be myself only in front of an audience of strangers so that I’ll never have to care if they judge me harshly.