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Is it blindness if we choose not to see it?

Tonight lets talk about something SUPER fun for people who are NORMAL procrastinators, or people who are just chronically punctual, this shit makes my eye twitch. I want to be on time, but I am ALWAYS either embarrassingly early or unforgivably late, I just can’t find a way to strike a happy medium. I was surprised to learn of the other ways time blindness presents itself in my life, its not just about not being on time. So lets dive into the wild world of time blindness. You know, that delightful phenomenon where your brain treats the concept of time like a cruel joke? Yeah, for those of us with autism or ADHD, keeping track of the chronological flow of existence is about as easy as herding cats on meth.

Let’s start with our autistic homies. For them, time blindness can manifest in a few gloriously confusing ways:
First up, we’ve got the struggle to grasp the very concept of past, present, and future. It’s like the abstract notion of time is an ancient language only understood by neurotypical scholars. “What do you mean, this moment won’t last forever? Blasphemy!”

Then there’s the complete obliviousness to how much damn time has passed. You could be happily stimming away, lost in your own little world, only to emerge hours later wondering where the hell the day went. Time? What’s that? A construct created by the neurotypical elite to oppress us?

And let’s not forget the sacred routines. Stray from the schedule even a smidgen, and it’s like the world is ending. Spontaneity? Never heard of her. Rigidity and predictability are our jam, thank you very much.

But wait, there’s more! Our ADHD brethren also get to experience the joys of time blindness in their own unique ways:

Impulsivity and time management? What a delightful oxymoron! Thinking ahead and considering consequences is for the weak. We prefer to live life on the edge, making split-second decisions without a care for that pesky thing called “time.”

Procrastination is our middle name. Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow, next week, or maybe even next year? Prioritizing tasks and meeting deadlines is so overrated when you could be hyperfocusing on reorganizing your sock drawer instead.

Speaking of hyperfocus, that’s another fun ADHD party trick. One minute you’re trying to be a productive member of society, the next you’re utterly consumed by whatever random interest has captured your brain’s fleeting attention. Time? What’s that again?

At the end of the day, both autism and ADHD involve executive function challenges that make time management about as easy as walking a tightrope while juggling chainsaws. But hey, at least we’re keeping things interesting, right?So embrace the time blindness, folks. Lean into the chaos and confusion. After all, who needs to follow the neurotypical construct of time when you can march to the beat of your own delightfully disordered drum? Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other!

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Ok, one of these things has to stop

Ok, it was fun for a minute. It was. I love when I first start being manic, especially after a long depression. I even like it at the beginning of the mixed episodes, its always helpful to get the bursts of energy and inspiration, but see, that’s generally as far as it gets me. I have used every single one of my spoons this week, hand washed them and used them again faster than I could restock them. I have started a lot of projects, I’ve even finished a few (case in point this website, go me!) but I’m just so wiped out!
But my brain is like’ ‘yeah sleep is cool and all but have you ever thought about having an existential crisis? Like for real, whats its all for?’

I don’t know damn it but I don’t think its a 2 am never sleep again problem.

‘Well it is now bitch, enjoy!’



Then today, I had a big thing planned that I wanted to get done. Do you want to know what got done? I went to feed my cat, before I got all invested in a new project. Opened the closet door and couldn’t remember what I went in there for so on autopilot because I can’t sit still I ripped out my dresser drawers and dumped everything. I rolled up all my underwear in one drawer, my bras into another, then the third I allocated to tank tops.

Side note, serious question, what do you guys put in drawers and what gets hung up? This is the third combo I have tried, I don’t wear socks often so I don’t have a lot of them so they aren’t getting their own drawer. Everything else gets hung up or folded and put on a shelf because I like everything out in the open so I can see whats clean, also sometimes if I don’t see it I forget I have it so I end up buying more of something.

So now, that’s clean why am I complaining? Well because I didn’t get what was originally on the agenda finished, or even started, because once I went off on the adventure of cleaning and rearranging it was a train that could not be stopped.

Then, it happened. I looked up and I was sitting in the middle of my closet, my bed was covered, the floor had piles of clothing I’d carefully picked up and folded, or was in a pile to put on a hanger, everything was going great and I was finding a home for everything and then that’s when I realized, I was just DONE. Like I thought I could seriously pass out right when I was because I had lost all my spoons! Like I started today with a deficit of spoons, which was why I’d planned to do other things, things that didn’t require me to go anywhere or do anything. I have hurt myself a number of ways this week, I just wanted to rest and let my body take a breath.

But it was not meant to be, I was mid-mess! So I finished up, not even going to lie, I didn’t go to autopilot but I certainly did a half assed job of it just to be done with it, which just means now I’ll have to redo it and now my closet IS really messy, because all I could do was throw those stacks of clothes right in there and shut the door, I am leaving it for future me to deal with but the overwhelming exhaustion snuck up on me and ambushed me. I know you can’t tell, but I’m very disappointed in myself.

So mania, I love you, I do, you are a fixture of my soul and I wouldn’t be me without you, but could you PLEASE, PLEASE take a small little rest, not a lot because I’d miss you but a little weekend off so I could finish, like, even just ONE of the projects I started I would be ever so grateful. Or, and follow me on this one, maybe my fibro could ease up for FIVE DAMN MINUTES, then me and my mania could go full out flip the house upside down and inside out and clean everything there is to clean? I would take either/or. In fact how about we turn the pain and exhaustion down to like a seven? I think I could get things done at a seven, ideally it would be a zero or one but you know, begging and choosing and all that. So more content is coming, engaging and thought provoking content, I hope anyway, until then if you need me I’ll be wide awake staring at the ceiling or curled into the fetal position into another mess of my own making lol. Be kind to yourself, and each other!