So my therapist has been helping me get to grips with my ADHD, and also the concept that Iām not shit at being an adult, I just canāt do things the way everyone has always told me to do them. Like every single āorganize your lifeā books have always left me wanting to cry with frustration, and after I got hold of a copy of Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD by Susan Pinsky I realized that was because they primarily focus onĀ āaestheticā overĀ āfunctionā. And the function of most standard āorganize your life booksā is to āmake things look Show Home Perfectā.
So the standard āhide all your unsightly things by doing xyzā may look nice for the first week or so, but by the end of the week itāll look like a tornado made of pure inhuman frustration ripped through the house as I try to find the fucking advil.
To give you an example of the kind of hell Iāve been fumbling my way through the last 20 odd years: dishes will be washed and left in the drying wrack but never put away. Which means I canāt wash more dishes, which means dishes pile up, which means I canāt make food, which means I donāt eat, which means my CFS gets worse, which means I donāt have the energy to put the dishes away, and so on so forth until I have a meltdown, cry to ETD (who also likely has ADHD but has never had it confirmed) about how I canāt cope with life, and then we fix it for a while, but inevitably end up back at square one within about a week.
Pinskyās solution to this was āremove an obstacle between you and your goal, if that means taking all the doors off your kitchen cabinets to make things easier, so be it.ā
And lemme tell you, fucking revolutionary.
Laundry never ends up in the hamper??? why???? is it a closed hamper??? Remove the lid. Throw it out the window. Clothes are now miraculously finding their way into the hamper??? Rejoice????
Mail ends up spread out over every available flat surface? Put a sorting station right where your mail arrives. Put a shredder or ājunkā basket under it. Shred or dump the junk immediately. Realize you only actually have two real letters that need attention, feel less overwhelmed, pay your bills on time.
Like Iām not saying this book is miraculous, but it did help me realize that I was effectively torturing myself by trying to conform to certain ideals of āperfect house keepingā, and presenting a certain image rather than just allowing myself to live in my space as effectively as possible. And why? Why was I doing that? Cause people with different lives and capabilities are perceived as the norm? Fuck that. If this was a physical problem I wouldnāt be forcing myself to conform to an ableist standard, so why am I doing it with this?
My lived space will never look a certain way, and thatās okay. It will never look show home perfect, and thatās okay. It will likely always be cluttered and eclectic where nothing matches, and thatās okay. Sometimes I will have odd socks on because sorting them out required too much mental energy, and thatās okay. Actually fuck sorting socks, just buy all your socks in the same color. Problem solved. Boring sure, but also one less thing to do, which means more time to hyper fixate on fun things. Which really, what else is my life for if not to write screeds and screeds of vampire shit posts, I ask you.