Tag: Actually Autistic
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 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...