...and the washing-up in the sink.
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Informal with my parents, but I am in my 40s and was raised to use the formal with my grandparents and basically anyone else older than me not my parents. It’s so very much ingrained, that I occasionally slip up with coworkers. It’s. The. Worst! So mortifying.
You feel like shit is a website set up to help you get out of that funk/improve things just enough to not feel horrible and miserable all the time. It’s amazing.
Whether you struggle with mental health problems all the time or whether this is a new/temporary state for you, this guide is an easy and judgement-free self-care tool.
PLEASE TRY IT OUT! Really! You just click through the questions to answer and follow simple instructions that in the end, ideally, will help you to feel more comfortable and stable on a daily basis.
I’ve just reread my post from last year regarding NaClYoHo, and um, that didn’t fully go to plan. Let’s try again this year!
NaClYoHo is here! For every day (or most days) (probably most days) in November I’m going to put on a podcast and do some cleaning, home improvement, or maintenance and upkeep to make my living space more habitable, instead of doing NaNoWriMo. Play along at home if you like! You can find the manifesto, including answers to your burning questions and recommendations for cleaning tools, at the link.
I’ve been pregaming, I will admit – This past week I put together a curio cabinet (more on that in its own post later today) and installed a new towel bar and hand-towel rings in the bathroom.
I made a long list of stuff I could do, large and small, to make my home more livable, so today I’m going to follow-up on the bathroom upgrades. There’s some peeling paint from a former leak (now long since repaired) that I’ve been meaning to at least sand down so it looks less appalling, and now I have the old mounting-holes from previous towel bars to also spackle and sand down, so that’s today’s plan. If I have the time I’ll do a little tub-and-tile cleaning as well.
all my students in my dystopian film class think gale is a better match for katniss than peeta and i told them they were Objectively Wrong and they assigned me a slideshow for homework to prove it and—
I will frustratingly second-guess how well I remember people’s names. Like, family members on my wife’s side of the family? I t h i n k I know the right name, but maybe I’m just guessing?! Either that or I will be fully convinced that I have the correct name, and I’ll say it out loud and be like no, no that is absolutely a fucking travesty my brain decided to toss up.
I hate that no one talks about just how distressing memory loss from adhd actually is. I always see memes that are like “haha I forgot my phone, I don’t remember where my laptop is, etc”, but no one seems to talk about how it can really fuck you up long term to just, not remember things that are completely mundane to non-adhd’ers. The memory loss is, however, so frustrating to us. I cannot physically count how many meltdowns I have had over the sheer mental frustration and torture of not being able to remember seemingly simple things
I saw this video and it really sums up what apd is like. the issue most of the time isn’t us not hearing you (as in you’re too quiet) we don’t need you to be louder we just need you to say it differently