Working through my personal journey, coming to terms with my ASD diagnosis
When depression hits, my already-low executive function falls off a cliff. A fog descends and I can't string my thoughts together. I struggle to string words together. There's a specific metaphor hovering at the edge of my mind for the exact feeling of trying to thread a sentence together but, ironically, I can't find the words.
The post I'm trying to write is turning into a bit of a beast, sorry. SAD is also kicking my ass - the weather is pretty scary in England right now...
“Artax, how many times do I have to remind you that the TPS reports get put in the BLUE binders? Not the green binders. A little focus next time, please.”
Hey, Captain and Co.
I spent the past two years of my life being really depressed (and, honestly, who knows how long before that — I was only diagnosed last year, but I’ve felt pretty awful for as long as I can remember), and, through some supportive parents and medication and an awesome partner and therapy, I’ve been slowly climbing up out of it.
A year ago I was in university, but I was too depressed and dropped out. Then I spent a few months focusing on getting to a place where I could function again. Last summer, I was part of a program designed to get me back in the working world, but that fell through when I had…
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The post I'm trying to write is turning into a bit of a beast, sorry. SAD is also kicking my ass - the weather is pretty scary in England right now...
The spoon theory was invented during a conversation between someone with Lupus and her friend. She needed a metaphor for "units of energy" and they were in a diner, so... spoons. This metaphor is now very popular and widely quoted. But I think we missed a much better, more obvious one...
I think I might be lactose intolerant.
My doctor is helping me apply for funding for the cost of my therapy, and she's asked me to write in my own words about why I need therapy. This is what I've written.
