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Perseverance and Procrastination (Or Their Exact Opposites) #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to my belated letter P post in the #AtoZChallenge of random reflections. I was rather uninspired yesterday. I also wanted to spend my time upping my activity as tracked by my Fitbit, so that hopefully I’d reach my 10K steps a day – which I almost did. Today too, I wasn’t feeling very inspired. I didn’t know any words with the letter P to write on. Yes, “Preemie”, but I’ve shared my birth story a dozen times already. Or “Psych”, but I didn’t know what to write about then. My husband came up with two this evening that are rather fitting: “Perseverance” and “procrastination”.

I am both quite perseverant and a terrible procrastinator. How can this be? I guess because, though I tend to take frequent breaks in my activities, I almost always manage to carry on after all. This blog post is living proof of that.

Then again, this combination of perseverance and procrastination can also backfire, as I tend to have rather rigid rules about when I can and can’t keep up with some work. For example, if I haven’t posted on a blog for an entire month, I say I have to give up on the blog. This has gotten me to abandon and restart my Dutch blog at least half a dozen times within the past four years. Thankfully, I still manage to keep up with this English blog.

Like I said in my letter N post, I like my perseverance when I’m passionate about something. This perseverance however can backfire too, as I get too obsessed and then am left with lots of stuff and lots of money gone for my special interest when I lose interest again. For example, I probably spent 500 to 1000 euros (closer to 1000 probably) on cardmaking supplies in the year that I was obsessing over cardmaking in 2012. I want to think I didn’t spend as much on soaping supplies in 2016 and I want to think I’ll still pick up that craft. I’m so glad blogging, at least in my style, isn’t as expensive.

As I look back over my post though, I realize maybe here I described the exact opposite of perseverance and procrastination. After all, I jump head first into an interest without procrastination, but once I lose the interest, I don’t really persevere. Sometimes I do, but, except with blogging, I sooner or later always give up.

Over: The Part of My Life I Consider Truly Over #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to day 15 in the #AtoZChallenge. I typed yesterday’s post rather quickly, so that a typeo ended up in the post title. Sorry for that. Today’s letter is O and I have once again chosen a prompt from the 397 journal writing prompts and ideas eBook. It is “Over” and asks me to write about what time of my life I consider truly over.

Last November, I celebrated ten years since my psychiatric crisis that got me admitted to the hospital. I resolved to look to the future from then on and have a positive outlook on life. Indeed, it is unlikely that I will ever be admitted back into a psychiatric hospital even if I land in a similar crisis to the one that got me admitted in 2007. Psychiatry has changed, after all. As such, I consider my psychiatric hospital life truly over.

That being said, the memory is still too fresh to truly close the chapter. So I’ll have to look back at another time in my life that I consider truly and well over. This is my time in high school.

I graduated from high school in 2005. This is thirteen years ago this year. Though I still can’t say I never remember my high school days anymore, I do consider this time of my life really over. I mean, even if I end up in an institution again – which is possible, even if it’s unlikely -, I will never go back to high school. I graduated that, so I won’t have to.

This is also the most recent “success story” in my life. Yeah, I know, leaving a mental institution after 9 1/2 years is a greater accoplishment, but that’s not “normal” success. My parents show pride in my having graduated from high school. They don’t show pride in my living with my husband.

Because of this, my high school days also are symbolic for my obeying my parents’ wishes for me. I don’t do that now. Letting go of my high school years means letting go of the need to meet up to my parents’ expectations. They are not realistic and besides, I don’t live for my parents. I live for myself.

Neurodiversity: What I Like About My Neurodivergence #AtoZChhallenge

Welcome to day 14 in teh #AtoZChallenge. Phew, I completed half the challenge already. Today’s letter is N and my word for today’s post is “Neurodiversity”. Neurodiversity is the concept whereby people with different neruologies, such as autistics, are still equal. People who support neurodiversity value autism and other similar conditions as neurological variations rather than disorders.

I for one appreciate neurodiversity. I am not a radical supporter, as I do see autism and such conditions have clear disadvantages. However, I support the social model of disability in this respect. As such, I see autism as a disability, not just a difference, but not a disorder either.

I am neurodivergent. I am formally diagnosed autistic and self-identify with a couple other neurodivergent conditions. Today, let me share what I like about my neurodivergence.

First, I like my ability to perseverate on things I truly feel passionate about. I do not have one special interest that I’ve had for life. Rather, I’ve had many over the course of my lifetime. However, when I have a special interest, I can really be passionate abut it. Unfortunately, I don’t have one now.

On a similar note, I like my ability to hyperfocus. If I want to get information about something, I will fully dive into it. For example, when my husband and I were discussing moving out of area, I had no trouble comparing all the community care policies for the different cities we were thinking of moving to.

I like my “splinter skills”. This is what professionals call areas in which autisitc people have a lot of knowledge that is out of line with their general intellectual ability. Though my general intellectual ability is above-average already, my calendar calculation skills at least used to be far better. They’re not as good now, unfortunately.

What special talent do you possess?

Memories: Remembering Painful Events #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to my belated day 13 post in the #AtoZChallenge of random reflections. Today, I chose yet another prompt from the 397 journal writing prompts and ideas. It is “Memory” and the prompt is to share your most painful memory. That is really hard, as I have a lot ofpainful memories and also tend to dissociate when remembering painful events. So I’m just going to ramble.

The first memory that came to mind is that of the day I was admitted to the mental hospital. This was November 2, 2007. I’m pretty sure I shared the details of that day already though, but oh well. I had been planning on returning home from my parents’ city that day, but freaked out at the train station. The police were called and removed me. I wandered through the city for a few hours. The police were called several times and instead of speaking to me, they called the training home in that city, in which I’d been a resident before moving to another city. In the evening, I was close to the training home and a fellow client called me into her apartment. She said I could sleep at hers fo the night and we would find a solution the next morning. However, the staff came in and kicked me out. That was when I spiraled into full-blown crisis. I walked to the nearby bus stop. In my memory, the sun was shining brightly, but this isn’t possible, as it was 8PM in November. I phoned my support worker and the training home’s coordinator to let them know I was going to commit suicide. This was what led the bus driver to call the police, who took me to the police station and called the crisis service.

Another memory that came to mind happened 9 1/2 years later. It was the “exit meeting” I had with my psychologist in late April, 2017. I tried desperately to get her to see that I needed support once leaving the hospital after 9 1/2 years. She didn’t see my point. Apparently, it had all been my responsibility to make sure I get after care, as I supposedly didn’t want anything. Because it was thought back then that a simple phone call to the day activiities manager for the center I go to now, would sole everything, I was given a week’s extra time. As it turns out now, the day activities manager interpreted it as me only needing day activities at his center for a short while. This is backfiring now that I’m being kicked out of there.

Both of these are not the most painful memories I have. Those are childhood memories. However, I don’t want to trigger myself by sharing them.

Linguistics and Other Things I Wanted to Study in College #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to day 12 in the #AoZChallenge of random reflections. Today once again I don’t know what to write about. I write this post at past 9PM on April 13 and am deciding what to write on as I go. I looked at the A to Z of me I wrote in 2015 and saw “linguistics” as my letter L word. This was my college major for the two months I studied at university in Nijmegen in 2007. Now I don’t know what to write about linguistics, so instead I’m going to write about the things I at one point considered majoring in. This may be going to be a long list, LOL.

1. Mathematics. When I was about eleven, I decided I wanted to become a mathematician. I barely knew math beyond calculus, but I liked that aspect so assumed I’d like everything about math.

2. Dutch. When I was in junior high school, I wanted to become a linguist, but I didn’t know the word, so I thought I’d become a Dutch major.

3. English. UPon high school graduation, I decided I wanted to study English, and specifically American studies. In Nijmegen, you could choose from your first year on to learn American rather than British English. I had a dream in which I’d go to America in my third year of university and never return.

4. Psychology. I really wanted to major in psychology, but my parents had a problem with psychologists, so I never took that step. I did major in applied psychology for a year at college when I was 20, but only passed communication skills because the instructor cut me some slack. I took psychology classes at Open University again while in the mental hospital.

5. Linguistics. I ultimately decided to major in linguistics at university. I was obviously still mostly interested in psycholinguistics and thought I might be able to enter the speech and language pathology program when I’d be a graduate student. I never made it that far, obviously.

Keys: My Time on a Locked Psychiatric Unit #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to day 11 in the #AtoZChallenge of random reflections. The letter K is really hard for me. It was everytime I did this challenge. Somehow, each word that comes to mind starting with K doesn’t seem right. For example, the 397 journal writing prompts and ideas eBook says “Kindness”. In the A to Z of me I chose “Kids”, but I wrote about my childless life already. Now that I write this, something pops up in my mind. In 2016, when I did the A to Z of mental health, I posted among other things about “Keys”. Today, I am picking up this word and reflecting on my sixteen months on a locked psychiatric unit.

It was never intended by the psychiatrist who admitted me to hospital in 2007 that I go to the locked ward at all. However, the open ward was full at the time of my urgent admission, so I was placed on the locked ward. This was in my parents’ city and I only was there for a week-end. When I was transferred to my own city, I wasn’t even told what unit I’d be placed on, but I ended up on one of the two locked units. It was the “least restrictive” locked unit, which didn’t have real isolation rooms. It did have time-out rooms in which you could be locked up, which aren’t much better.

Two weeks into my stay, my doctor informed me that I could in his opinion transition to the open unit. He however soon made up his mind, as I had terrible meltdowns. This was in fact what kept me on the locked unit for sixteen months, because the open resocialization unit initially didn’t want me.

For the first three months of my hospital stay, I had almost no privileges, which meant that I could only leave the unit accompanied by an adult. These three months were a long time, considering that most people don’t even spend that long in a psychiatric hospital. In the grand scheme of things though, it sounds like a very short time. Within a month from getting some unaccompanied off-ward privileges, I had full privileges and they were never restricted again.

I didn’t really mind being on a locked unit, but it’s still pretty strange. I mean, now that I live independently, I still struggle to leave the house without someone else even to sit in the garden. This is in part due to my terrible orientation and mobility skills, but it may also be a form of continued institutionalization syndrome.

Joyous: The Last Time I Felt Genuinely Joyful #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to day 10 in the A to Z of random reflections. Today, I picked yet another prompt from the 397 jorurnal writing prompts and ideas. It is “joyous” and asks about the last time you felt joy.

Now I for one aim to find joy in little everyday things. However, for a long time, I have been distinctly remembering th elast time I felt genuinely happy. This was in November. Let me share.

We had a “day out” at day activities. We weren’t actually going anywhere, but the money the staff used to organize this special day for us was originally intended to take us on a trip. Since many of my fellow clients are severely intellectually disabled, they wouldn’t benefit more from an actual day out than they would from a special celebratory day at the center, or so the staff reasoned.

In the morning, two female clowns were visiting the center. They visited each group separately, so we didn’t have to all come together. It was a lot of fun. First, one clown called out a fellow client’s name. I chimed in, calling her name in my typical echolalia voice. This got the clown to think I had this client’s name as well, so she came to me. I was allowed to feel her clown shoes and hat and we also danced a little.

After the clowns left, a local snack bar sent a vendor with French fries and all sorts of snacks. I attend a group for severely intellectually disabled people, so for my fellow clients and initially for me too, the staff was deciding which snack we would eat. I asked to visit the industrial group (for more capable people). As it turned out, we were allowed to get as many snacks as we wanted, so I had some fellow clients from the industrial group help me to the vendor. I didn’t binge, but I definitely ate more than would’ve been healthfully responsible. Then again, we only get this type of event once in at least a year.

What was the last time you felt genuinely happy?

Identity: Who Am I Right Now? #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to day 9 in the #AtoZChallenge of random reflections. For my letter I post, I choose the word “identity” as a thought starter. In the eBook 23 Days Self-Discovery Journaling Challenge by Mari L. McCarthy, the first exercise is to write about who you are right now. The exercise asks you to describe who you are right now with regards to various aspects of your life, such as family, friends, work, hobbies and spirituality. This sounds like an interesting challenge, so here goes.

1. Family. I am proud to be a wife. I am a daughter and a sister, though my contact with my family of origin is at a low level due to distance and various other circumstances.

2. Work. I don’t have a paid job. In fact, Facebook lists my blog as my place of employment, but I’ll get to speak about that later. I do day activities at a day center for people with intellectual disabilities. I like it when I can help out the staff or help other clients. I like snoezelen, going for walks and simple cooking activities.

3. Social life. My social life consists primarily of online contact with peers. I am active in hundreds of Facebook groups and on several E-mail lists. Through these venues, I’ve “met” quite a few interesitng people.

4. Art (and crafts and self-expression). I have to interpret this category broadly, because I’m not really an artist. I write. This is my primary form of self-expression. I also tried my hand at many crafts, but haven’t yet been able to be successful.

If I’m supposed to write about what artsy stuff I enjoy, I’m a big fan of YA fiction and memoirs and of country music.

5. Hobbies. I am an avid blogger and finally seem to be able to get back in the swing of it. I love sharing my views, experiences and interests with the world.

6. Spirituality. I believe in God and consider myself an extreely progressive Christian. That being said, I derive meaning from many spiritual sources, including New Age’ish stuff.

Home: Describing My Dream House #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to the #AtoZChallenge of random reflections, day 8. While on the phone with my sister today, we were talking house hunting and the A to Z Challenge and she suggested I pick this as my word for my letter H post. That’s a fabulous idea! For today’s post, I’m going to describe my dream house.

First, I’m going to describe my dream house in a mostly realistic way. In other words, I’m going to describe a house we will likely be able to afford in the foreseeable future. I did a post describing my dream house on an old version of my Dutch blog several years ago. Then, my husband and I still lived in a second-floor apartment. Well, I didn’t live there, as I was institutionalized, but I did pay part of the rent and intended on moving in there sometime. I never did.

I mentioned three things my dream house would have. These were a garden, a room just for me to be my office and a bath. I have two of these things in my current house: the garden and a larger office than I imagined back then. However, by contrast, my husband’s office is really small. In my dream house now, there would be three bedrooms like in our current house, but their size would be more evenly distributed. I, after all, could do with a somewhat smaller office while my husband deserves a larger one.

My husband would like our house to be at most the size of our current house to save on cleaning. He once said he’d like a larger garden, but I’m not sure he still wants this. I want a garden big enough to plant some berry bushes and an apple tree or two in, but I don’t need a lot of space.

The kitchen would be larger and/or more efficiently modeled than our current one. And yes, there’d be a bath in the bathroom. Or there’d at least be the possibility of remodeling the bathroom so that a bath can be placed there. I know this is the least likely wish to come true.

Now as for my dream house if I won several millions of euros in the lottery. In addition to all the things my “realistic” dream house would have, there’d be an additional fourth bedroom that I would model (or have someone else model!) to be a sensory room. It’d have a waterbed in it and lots of tactile and audible sensory materials. Because with the upstairs having four bedrooms, there’d be more room downstairs too, so I’d create a gym room with a large trampoline in it. I’d also like a pool. My husband would of course get a large garage.

What does your dream house look like?,?P>

Grateful: Three Things I’m Grateful For Right Now #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to day 7 in the #AoZChallenge. For my letter G post, I once again chose a prompt from the 397 journal writing prompts and ideas. This prompt is “Grateful”. Today, I am listing some things I am grateful for right now.

1. Sunny weather. Today marked the first warm day of the year with the temperature rising to about 21 degrees Celsius. I love the sunshine, even though I don’t usually go outside on my own. That being said, my husband put an enclosure in my room in which I can put our cat Barry for a while should I want to sit in the garden. Barry in fact loves his enclosure and lies in it a lot even though I haven’t yet put him in there.

Today, my husband and I drove to Kleve across the German border to go for a walk and eat some croissants. My husband used to live there for a year about eight or nine years ago. It was interesting to see how much the city had changed.

2. Nice food. I ate some lovely food today. Croissants are one of my favorite types of bread. Once we got home, my husband microwaved a bapao for me. By this time, it was already almost 6PM, so we decided not to have a full dinner. Instead, we drove to the supermarket and bought a salad. Mine was Mexican chicken and it was great.

3. My mood improving. I’m telling myself it cannot yet be the increase in my antidepressant dose, but my mood is definitely better than it used to be. It helps that I have something to commit to, ie. the #AtoZChallenge. However, with my depressed mood of the past few months, I wouldn’t have been able to stay committed. It’s not easy now either, but it’s doable.

Other than the fact that I’m more active, I’m also generally more positive. My irritability is still the same, but I’m having a more upbeat outlook on life. For example, two weeks ago I was pretty sure I couldn’t cope with independent living at all. Now I am looking at the prospect of possibly moving out of area, which might get me less care, with a relatively positive attitude.

What are you grateful for right now?