I have no bedtime but I must sleep...
March is when the plates started dropping.
We work a day job in real estate coordination, and sometime around March, what had been a manageable situation became something else entirely. On-call hours that ran to midnight. A team of specialists being treated as glorified phone banks. A boss who doesn't seem to understand that you can't exhaust a neurodivergent person and expect the same output on the other side of it. A workload that kept expanding while the resources stayed the same. And then, at the peak of all of it, a write-up.
We were already burning. That was the accelerant.
What made this burnout different from ones we've navigated before is that we saw it coming and couldn't stop it. We weren't too deep in to have perspective -- we had all the perspective in the world. We just didn't have the power to change the conditions fast enough. So we did what we had to do to keep going, and the creative work took the hit.
We're not apologizing for that. We are sorry for the silence.
Three to four weeks ago, we started taking our time back. Hard limits on when work starts and stops. Protecting sleep. Saying no. It's working. The fact that this post exists is proof.
There are more posts coming. Two of them are about major updates to Code of Ethics - one about the beginning, one about the end. The third is about something our thinking has evolved on considerably over the last few months. It might lose us some audience. We've stuck to our guns and lost audience before. We can do it again.
We're still here. We're still writing. And honestly? We're more ourselves than we've been in a long time.
