One helpful thing I realized about #ADHD time-blindness/inaccurate time estimates is, yes, of course this means that we often WAY overestimate all the things we can get in during the “15 minutes before the meeting” time slot. BUT it actually goes the other way too! /1
In other words, when I have two hours ahead of me, I actually have little to no idea what *that* time slot means either, and for some reason I tend to UNDERestimate how much time that actually is!
This is very helpful to recognize because /2
the way we are socialized to interact with time seems to focus on the million instances of the“15 minute” time slot—where we’re hyper-focused and rushing to get things done—where time feels like a limited resource.
When my brain uses that same perception mechanism on large /3
time-blocks (time is scarce! I don’t have enough time! Hurry!) it makes those large blocks feel extremely scarce AND long, which leads to panic and fear, which leads to dissociation and avoidance. And then, ironically, the time really does speedily slip away in unintended ways /4
But when I consciously recognize “I am misgauging this time slot—it feels urgent and scarce but it is actually large and I do not need to rush, panic or optimize” I am then able to soothe my system and have more gentle volition/choice around how I spend that time /5
This allows me to be present, to feel calm in my body, and to be more aligned with my intentions as I enjoy the block of time more freely. It’s especially effective when I loosely track time by setting a timer to remind me to observe the slow passage of time as I do my things./6
I’ve found this can be hard to do (training the brain not to panic is tough—it’s literally trying to save our lives and finds learning new things to be terrifying). But as I push through the discomfort I find my relationship with time is slowly healing. /7
I find the words that came into my mind during meditation a couple years ago
“Time is not a bully. It is a gentle guide.”
as well as these words a year or so later
“It’s okay to use a timer” (I resist timers as an ableist intervention)
to be more and more true as I do this./8
I have to point out something hilarious.
You know how zen I seemed to feel as I wrote this thread about feeling calm in the passage of time? How soothing my words were, even to myself? (I really did feel soothed)
I “came to” at the end of writing this and /2.1
and I realized with that sick jolt of shame and panic that I’d hyper focused my way into being twenty minutes late to work, knowing a client would be waiting and the door to my office suite would probably be locked.
I had forgotten to set a timer to remind /2.2
myself to leave. And if I don’t put this phone down RIGHT NOW and hop into the shower I might just do it to myself again.
So for all the effective interventions, tools, and tips we discover, it’s important to remember that this *is* an actual disability, and that /2.3
we’re worthy, complete human beings no matter how much our brains make us “misfits” in this ableist, capitalistic society.
I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay. And we’re all doing our very best.
And it is enough. ❤️
*hops into the shower and forgets his towel* /2.4
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One of the more surprising things I’ve learned in my years as a marriage and family therapist is that pets are more than just “man’s best friend”—most families see them as *actual* members of the family system.
The thing that finally made me see it clearly was grief.
(1)
Time after time I’d be bopping along helping a family (or individual) with transitions or communication or whatever else, and a pet would pass and the work STOPPED. Like, full halt, unable to move forward, capital T trauma kind of stop.
The grief was too REAL. (2)
I’m not sure why this took me by surprise, but it did a bit. I think I was like most people—we know folks love their animals, and that animals are shown to improve quality of life.
But when pet-grief started to cause major depression episodes, (3)
Something I learned after my mom died to soon (of early onset alzheimer’s):
When it comes to getting footage of your family on video as a parent, it’s *way* more important to record YOURSELF than to record your kids.
Here’s why:
(/1)
I have tons of footage of me and my siblings growing up—hours of concerts, assemblies, sports and Christmas mornings. And while that’s nice, I would absolutely kill for just one video of my mom that lasts more than 3 seconds and doesn’t involve her shooing the camera away. (/2)
I know she wasn’t being withholding or vain—she likely just never even thought about it, and I also suspect that somewhere deep down she didn’t view herself as important or significant enough to be on camera. And that thought really haunts me. It rips me up. (/3)
Today I want to tell you the story of when I was coming home from my two-year Mormon mission in Venezuela and instead got detained in the country for a month. It was SO WEIRD in so many ways and I still don’t even know how to categorize it all. /1
It was January of 2002. When 9/11 happened not long before, most people there seemed very sympathetic to Americans, but by this point Chavez-based politics had created a distinct Anti-US vibe in the state (that has ended up lasting for many years) and a mistrust of gringos. /2
There were 8 of us going home. We were all pretty excited, of course. Two years is a long time, especially when you have only spoken to your families on Mothers Day and Christmas (WHY WERE MORMON MISSIONS SO DAMN STRICT???)
We were taken to the airport, passports in hand. /3
I have been getting a surprising amount of feedback from neurotypical folks saying their ADHD loved ones are angry and depressed BECAUSE they read my threads about #ADHDtrauma. These NT folks are upset and demand I tell them how to fix the loved one that I “made depressed.” /1
Hopefully most of you can see the obvious—my threads didn’t *make* these ND people depressed. They provided *language* that allows them to express the anger and depression they have felt all along. They provide a re-contextualization of early life events that /2
helps these folks see that the ableist message of “you are miserable because you are lazy/dumb/defiant/bad” is wildly inaccurate. That it was actually never their fault. That their trauma is real because their “disorder” is a literal, real thing /3
The following is a MAJOR misconception parents/adults have about kids with #ADHD
Adult: I know this kid really well, and you’re wrong about them. It’s not just that ADHD won’t let them do what they’re asked. That’s just an excuse. They’re actually *choosing* not to.
Me: Oh?/1
Me: How do you figure?
Adult: *laughs* well you should see them when it’s something they wanna do. If *they* want something, they’ll bend over backwards. They’ll move heaven and earth to make it happen with so much motivation! They work harder than anyone I know. But /2
Adult (continued): the second it’s something *I* ask them to do, suddenly they “have ADHD” and it’s “too hard” and they “can’t focus” and they “forget.” Don’t you think that’s real convenient!? The second it’s hard suddenly they “can’t.” It’s manipulation, that’s what it is. /3
The level trauma of being a neurodivergent person raised in an ableist world is absolutely underestimated. Many of the clients I encounter have levels of trauma that could qualify them for a diagnosis of PTSD.
We need to reframe this completely. /1
Part of the problem is that the way adults respond to symptoms of #ADHD (and other neurodivergence) in kids they are in charge of is perceived by NT people as “appropriate,” while being experienced in the mind and body of the kid with #ADHD as physical or emotional abuse. /2
And sometimes it actually *is* physical and emotional abuse. Sometimes it is an adult physically containing or even assaulting a child for out-of-control or boisterous behavior.
To many, this looks like “appropriate discipline.”