A Week In My Life (June 2023)

The last Week In My Life post seemed to go down well and I have fun writing them so I might do them on a semi-regular basis, if I’ve got a week with some interesting stuff in it. I’ve been super busy recently and will be for a while so there may be a handful of weeks worth writing about; I guess we’ll see. This week was crammed full of interesting experiences, exciting and inspiring, but it was also really hard between the heat and my ongoing, searing back pain, plus the relentless mess that is my mental health. It seemed like a week that would be both interesting to write about and potentially read about.

The week in this post started on Monday 19th June 2023 and ended on Sunday 25th June 2023.


MONDAY

I got up early-ish, had a shower, and settled at my desk in the living room. I worked through my daily habits, like my daily Duolingo Dutch lessons (trying to revive my connection with my honorary Dutch heritage), and got to work on some blog writing and research. It was a quiet morning, which was good given how chaotically busy I’ve been and still am.

Early afternoon, I had a physiotherapy appointment to hopefully figure out what was going on with my back and how we might help it heal, help me manage the pain. But we got there and it wasn’t in their schedule: there’d been some administrative confusion but she had some time the next day and fortunately, the practice wasn’t far from my house so it wasn’t a huge amount of time wasted. We were back home pretty quickly and I could get back to work.

I wrote more of the blog post I’d been working on, did some diary catch up, and sent some emails that I’d been procrastinating. Emails are actually one of the ‘mundane’ things that I really struggle to do, I think because I had a deeply traumatic experience involving an email when I was a teenager that I’m still trying to get over. But still, every time I have to open what feels like a high stakes email, the level of anxiety I experience is overwhelming… and exhausting. I’m still working on it but I’ve trying different things since I was in my twenties, when I realised what a problem it was. I’m thinking about hypnotherapy…

I also had a couple of cool things to do. I worked through a series of interview questions for Indiefferential Magazine and sent them off (I think the issue is out at this point) and I revived my cat instagram, aprideofcats. I get so much joy out of posting pictures of my cats but I’m sure people would get bored of constant cat pictures, plus my main instagram account is basically my work account (that does sometimes involve pictures of my cats because sharing my life as a singersongwriter, neurodivergence and mental health activist, etc does mean sharing from all parts of my life and my home life is pretty full of cats, hence the ‘pride’ in the title).

They’re just so cute! So it’s going to be good fun to get to post about them more often again, hopefully making social media a happier space for myself after some difficult times on various platforms.

In the evening, I had a hydrotherapy session booked but my back pain was still so bad that the thought of going through the exercises and then having to shower afterwards made me feel nauseous. My back shouldn’t still have been hurting – the painkillers should’ve done the job according to the doctor – but I was still in so much pain even when taking the medication. Moving around without it was unbearable. So I needed to go back to the practice and ask what to do: the doctor had told me to give the drugs a couple of weeks and then come back if it wasn’t improving and it wasn’t. So, time for another trip to the GP.

So I put on a movie, did some more writing, had a scroll through social media, and went to bed at around eleven, although I didn’t get to sleep for a couple of hours.


TUESDAY

I woke up just before nine but lay in bed for a while, working on my habits, scrolling through social media, and replying to some messages that I hadn’t had the energy to reply to the night before. Then I had a shower and set myself up in the living room. spending several hours writing more blog stuff. It was set to be a chilled but productive morning but then the pain in my back slowly started to build. By the time a couple of hours had passed – just as it was time for my physiotherapy appointment – the pain was so bad that I couldn’t actually move. The slightest movement sent pain roaring through my back and what was even worse – and quite scary – was that I also had pain creeping down my leg until I couldn’t move that either. It was awful; it might be the worst pain I’ve ever been in, worse than the cracked rib, worse than when we’ve had to call ambulances because of migraines.  I don’t know what I did – and neither does anyone else, it seems – but clearly I seriously fucked up something in the muscles in my back.

Because the physiotherapist was so close, she was nice enough to run down and come and talk to me where I was stretched out on the sofa. She was lovely and suggested physiotherapy when I’ve recovered from the pain, which she’d be happy to guide me through, as well as recommending a TENS machine – a little gadget with wires and electrodes that passes electric pulses through your muscles to relieve pain – to help with the pain while I recovered. I’d never heard of them but her explanation was enough to convince me and when she left, I ordered a highly recommended one straight away.

Pausing to look at social media, I saw that Candi Carpenter – whose EP I’ve been (and still am) completely obsessed with – was playing a show in London, a rare occurrence since they live in Nashville. I missed their show last time, I think because I was still too anxious around COVID so I wasn’t missing this one. I booked tickets, for both me and my Mum, who is also a big fan. It was gonna be a blast; I couldn’t wait. (Spoiler alert: it was fucking fantastic.)

The pain eventually receded and I spent a couple of hours working on blog posts before going to therapy. My therapist and I had both created lists of things that we feel need to be discussed and worked through and we compared them, merged them; it wasn’t fun. In fact, it was pretty miserable and stressful. I know therapy isn’t supposed to be sunshine and rainbows but god, sometimes it feels like peeling layer after layer of skin off until there’s nothing left. Sometimes it feels unbearable. But I got through it and there have been harder ones since.

I walked out and when I checked my phone, I saw that Taylor Swift had released all of the international dates of the ERAS Tour (I swear, she always announces or releases stuff when I’m therapy – it’s weird). That is super exciting news because I want to go so, so badly but it was also really stressful, thinking about what an absolute disaster the ticket sales in the US had been. I’m not keen to go through an experience like that; it’s meltdown territory for sure.

I flung myself into the car and started the registration process on my phone as we rushed home. I set up multiple screens at my desk to register properly and register on behalf of a couple of family members; being ‘the Taylor Swift girl’ does result in this kind of scenario occasionally, not that I really mind. It wasn’t stress-free process, especially after the mess that was the US ticket sales. And the venue accessibility doesn’t seem to make it any easier; in fact, it’s probably harder because there are fewer accessible seats. So that was stressful but I did have a handful of chaotic and funny conversations with friends who were also trying to register. We’d all love to go together but I’m not sure we’re organised enough for that; I guess we’ll see when the tickets actually go on sale. It would be so, so fun though.

I spent the rest of the evening having a somewhat calmer catch up with some friends. I was too tired to do much more than that. I did do some (very) early Christmas shopping, something that’s consistent with my previous experiences with Phenelzine: for some reason, my brain just gets hyper-focussed on the idea and the urge to be prepared takes over and suddenly I’ve bought presents for half of my family (December and January are always a lot because, as well as Christmas, most of the family have birthdays in those two months – it can get very expensive so starting this early isn’t necessarily a terrible idea even if it looks weird on the surface).

I also continued making bead bracelets, inspired by the ERAS Tour and my current ADHD hyperfixation; it’s really soothing and it’s fun to make them for people, with colours and words that are relevant to them.

I went to bed too late and then couldn’t sleep; I was still awake at three, which wasn’t fun.


WEDNESDAY

I woke up around nine to a very warm day. I was struggling very quickly (hot weather makes the symptoms of my hEDS and POTS even worse, especially if I get dehydrated), as were the cats…

91110E7A-9B36-434E-B7E7-AD9B7C1672CA

This is Tiger in her classic ‘IT’S TOO HOT’ position. I felt for her but I can’t help but laugh too because she just looks so funny. I felt even more for our two fluffy cats (who were nowhere to be found – most likely in a cool spot somewhere).

I worked through my daily habits and then got ready for the day, plus packing for the next day since I’d be staying over in London. Then Mum and I got on a train and headed into London and over to South Kensington to experience Dopamine Land. I’ve heard several people say that it was a bit lame but I absolutely loved it. Maybe it’s the ADHD and the craving of dopamine but I had such a great time, playing in all of the different rooms with different lights and colours and environments; it all just made my brain so happy, like it was singing to the same frequency as everything happening in the rooms. It was just a really joyful (and actually quite inspiring) experience.

I kept my Instagram post quite brief but I thought I’d include some more pictures and thoughts here because it was just so fun and made my brain so happy; I wanted to share my favourites and why I loved them so much, although I am tempted to make a longer post about the whole experience. I guess, we’ll see.

The first room was similar to Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Rooms, which I’ve always loved so I had a blast in there and wished I could’ve stayed longer (that was one of the few that had a time limit)…

I’ve been thinking about it a lot – apart from it being colour and pretty and cool to watch – and I’m not sure I know how to explain why I love them, both Kusama’s Infinity Rooms and this room; there’s just something about them that presses all of the right buttons in my brain and I just feel so joyful in that environment. I could happily have a sensory room in my house like that for when I’m struggling, not that I could probably ever afford it.

Another of my favourites was called Lucid Dreams with a looping video of all these different visual effects with different colours, different sounds, and what look like different textures. It was beautiful and soothing and mesmeric and I didn’t just want to touch it, I wanted to live inside of it. I’d love to know who designed it and who created it; it was just so beautiful and I could’ve sat there, watching it over and over again for hours.

And my other favourite was called Fire Lantern and it was probably the most soothing of the whole experience. It was almost completely dark with all of these lanterns hanging from the ceiling and big beanbags strewn around on the floor. I could’ve wiled away hours and hours, lying on one of the beanbags, looking up at the lanterns in the quiet, just the murmur of other people’s voices in the background. Again, it was another space that would be welcome in my house for when I get stressed and overwhelmed and need to disappear from the world.

IMG_4657 2

The description for that room read: “Give a moment to appreciate those around us, and those who are not, as you bask under our canopy of glimmering light. Dopamine plays a part in encoding and consolidating memories and fire lanterns hold an important role in many culture’s social events and festivities, lighting the way for souls of the ancestors. Contemplate the beauty of these mesmeric lanterns and remember fondly those with whom you have parted ways.” I thought that was really gorgeous and a nice counterpoint to the more mindless fun of, say, the shadow puppets and the ball pit.

When Mum and I finished there, we headed over to my London home base, to one of my other parent’s flat, and found her and her neighbour in the garden with the neighbour’s two dogs and their puppies (I can’t remember if I’ve talked about them on here before). The little girl, Skye, seemed to just choose me from the moment she saw me when she was a few weeks old and with every visit, she somehow seems even more excited to see me, basically defying gravity to climb up my leg and into my arms. Once there, she settles right down and all is calm again – apart from the other two. It’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen and I’m completely besotted at this point. I tried to stay detached but, with how we’ve bonded, I don’t think I could have, even with all of the willpower in the world.

IMG_4887 2

After catching up with everyone, Skye firmly snuggled into my chest (often tucked under my chin or with her head resting on my shoulder), the two of us lay down on the sofa bed and had a nap together. I was exhausted – from the travel, from running around Dopamine Land, from the still significant pain – and fell asleep with Skye stretched out on top of me.

I woke up a couple of hours later and Skye was still there – she is just too cute to handle. She was staying for a sleepover, practicing being away from the rest of her family but she remained curled up with me for most of the time we were both there. The three of us had pizza from the amazing Italian place around the corner (the human three of us – Skye was not included regardless of how badly she clearly wanted to be) and watched a movie before going to bed nice and early since Mum and I had to be out of the house at about eight. I didn’t sleep particularly well, anxious about the next day and the potential for triggering more pain in my back, but every time I woke up Skye was either stretched out on top of me or pressed up against me; if I had to keep waking up, that was the way to do it.


THURSDAY

So, before I talk about this day, I need to talk about Breathing Room by Anna Berry, an installation I came across when I was searching for autistic artists during the final project for my Masters.

Screenshot 2023-07-22 at 11.08.47

Breathing Room by Anna Berry (x)

It’s a tunnel-like structure made up of panels covered in paper cones; to me, they look like petals or leaves or feather but I don’t know what other people see. The outside is rigged to recycled bicycle parts that seem to move at random, causing the panels to shift almost imperceptibly and making it look like the structure is breathing. You almost can’t see it, it’s that subtle. I instantly fell in love with it and waited impatiently for it to travel further south, Bristol having been the closest exhibition site to me. But the week before, I’d seen on Instagram that it was coming to London and not only could I finally visit it, I could volunteer to help put it together in the days before. I was beyond excited. I had to think about it seriously because the back pain was still brutal and I was worried about whether I would be capable of doing everything they’d want me to do but this was an experience that I desperately wanted to do, one that was potentially once-in-a-lifetime. So I decided to try and do my best with the mobility (and strategies) that I had and having talked the whole thing through with my Mum, she decided to volunteer too, both to support me and because she knows how passionate I am about it and we thought it would be fun to do together. So, all caught up…

The morning was a struggle, especially with Skye trying to help me with every task (none of which required the help of a dog, although it was cute), but Mum and I managed to get up and out of the house on time and drove over to the site of the installation. We did get very lost and confused but we made it, only a little late, and everyone there was really lovely (between the permanent team and the volunteers, there were probably about fifteen of us in total). They briefed us on the different cones and how to attach and arrange them and then we got to work. It was quite meditative work, following the instructions over and over again. My only difficulty was the material of the rods, which you could give you some pretty nasty splinters, hence the gloves. But even with the gloves, every now and then I felt like there were tiny slivers of fibreglass burying under my skin and the stinging sensation didn’t go away for days, which wasn’t particularly pleasant.

For most of the session, we were in the direct sun, which did get pretty hot and I managed to get a pretty solid sunburn along one of my arms. And, of course, it’s the only time in my life where a sunburn has turned into a tan and because of the gloves, the line is noticeably high up my wrist – I’ve had it for over a month now and I’m not kidding when I say that it entertains me every time I see it. It just looks so silly.

It was a really cool experience and serendipitously, I ended up getting to meet Anna Berry herself. She was really lovely and we talked about how I’d researched the piece for my MA, how it fitted into a songwriting MA (I might do a whole post about it because I love it so much and find it so fascinating), which got us into a very exciting creative conversation that will hopefully lead somewhere. Well, it will lead somewhere; it could just lead to a handful of different interesting places. All of them could be very cool.

I would’ve loved to have stayed and do the second shift but I was getting tired and my back was really hurting, even with painkillers. So we said goodbye to everyone (that involved walking through a completed section of the tunnel, which took my breath away – it was just stunning) and headed home (London home). I was completely exhausted and ended up crashing on the sofa and sleeping for about three hours. Four hours of coning was surprisingly tiring but I guess I was also trying to cope with the pain.

When I struggled up, we had an early dinner together before me and Mum drove out to High Wycombe to see Tim Minchin; it was the only date that had any tickets at all and even then, me and Mum couldn’t sit together. But we were there for the show and had plenty of time in the car to talk about it afterwards so it was all good. We were just happy to be there. And holy shit, we were right to be. The show was amazing. There’s a weird sort of cognitive dissonance to being at a Tim Minchin concert without any comedy songs although, to be fair, many of his ‘serious’ songs do have lyrics here and there that have a humorous twist. And even though he plays very few, if any, of his iconic songs, the show is incredibly compelling (I found it particularly mesmerising being so high up and watching him play the piano, plus watching him make mistakes was both entertaining and oddly comforting because it showed such a deeply human side to him when often we see him just as this hugely skilled musician and writer). He talked about the theme of the show being songs from different people’s points of view but I thought it gave us a really unique insight into him in a way that his comedy songs don’t. Getting to see both kinds of songs live was really special. I was just lost in the magic of it from start to finish.

When introducing one of the songs, he started talking about neurodivergence and I suddenly got very nervous – almost panic attack nervous – expecting him to make some naively ignorant and offensive comment as so many people do. But he didn’t. He clearly had a nuanced understanding of it and while I doubt it was perfect – none of us get it perfect all of the time – it meant a lot to hear him talk about it:

“There’s a punchline to all this self-indulgent reflection on my capacity… or my tendency, to write songs from other people’s points of view, which involves the extraordinary prevalence of autistic people in my audiences… and my family […] and how they’re so much better than normal people. ‘Normal!’ [Laughs] [Audience laughs] Neurotyps. My daughter is on the Autism spectrum – we talk about ‘neuro-quirky’ – and obviously these days there’s all this terminology. People talk about neurodiverse people, if we’re into policing language, which we seem to be these days: ‘It’s the most important thing: get the language right and all of history’s problems will go away!’ [Audience laughs] ‘Wagging the tail of the dog and the dog’s happy!’ [Audience laughs] Anyway… We’re all just all about words these days. Post modernism. It’s fucking great… [Audience laughs] Words… words, of course, are powerful. So we talk about neurodivergence as well as neurodiversity, [which] is what we all are. Neurodivergence is a certain… is Autism and ADHD and these categories, which of course will change as we discover more. The umbrellas will go inwards and outwards and stuff. [He told a story about a woman asking him to play a song, ‘So Much Love,’ from a musical he worked on about twenty years ago.] Anyway, the woman who slipped into my DMs and asked for that song explained to me that the reason she loves it is because she’s autistic and she finds it very, very hard to communicate with people how she’s feeling and often upsets people because she struggles with… you know, she’s masking all the time and finds it hard to have genuine relationships with people so that song means a lot to her, which meant a lot to me… that she shared that with me. What’s extraordinary is that it’s certainly not the first time I’ve had a message from a neurodivergent person because, since I wrote Matilda, I have had hundreds and hundreds and hundreds […] of messages from autistic people, ASD people, parents of non-verbal ASD people, um… talking about ‘Quiet’ and what it means to them and it’s one of the great joys of my career is that somehow, by writing from the point of view… by me trying to step into the shoes of a six-year-old with a big brain… I’ve managed to tap into an experience of what it might be like to live in the crowded or busy or difficult brain of an ASD person. And it’s kind of also weird because it’s all sort of come full circle because my other connection with Autism is that my daughter has ASD, which is interesting because the song I wrote about her when she was three weeks old, ‘White Wine in the Sun,’ has been donating its proceeds to Autism charities for sixteen and a half years, many, many years before we knew Vi had ASD. And so… I think what I’m trying to say is I always thought I was, like, the absolute definition of the neurotypical person. [audience laughs] I… Really. And I still think I am. My autistic fans and my daughter are, like, [makes a face that looks like ‘are you serious?’] [audience laughs] But… Obviously, understanding what ASD has expanded greatly since my cousin who is very high needs ASD was diagnosed many years ago. What I’ve realised is the thing that I think makes me most neurotypical, which is that, when someone presents me with data that flies in the face of a previously held assumption, I just change my mind. And I’m like, ‘That’s what a normal person does. Like, they’ve got these feelings, then someone presents data that invalidates their feelings and so they go, okay, I’ll feel something differently. And that’s, like, normal, right? And it’s like, that’s not normal. [Audience laughs] And it’s very, very frustrating and probably the source of most of my comedy career is my frustration with the fact that people prioritise their feelings over data. But anyway, fucking humans, eh? I don’t know why we fucking bother. Anyway, here we go, here’s ‘Quiet.’ Just one more thing, my audience as I said earlier tilt neurodivergent and I… I FUCKING LOVE how interesting my audiences are. It’s like… If I feel doubt about my work, I look at the types of people who come and watch me and I just go, ‘Fuck, I’m doing something right.’ [audience cheers]”

That speech almost had me in tears. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so recognised and so valued by a public figure before and I appreciate it more than I can express. I actually wrote him an Instagram message but I have no idea if he ever saw it; he must get so many.

It was an amazing show and even though I was exhausted, I was emotionally and creatively invigorated by it, by the whole day. I’d been thinking about the song inspired by Breathing Room and the show had me scribbling in my notebook despite the dark with multiple different song ideas. If I hadn’t been so tired (and my hands hadn’t been stinging so badly), I would’ve gone home and sat down to write then and there. But when we did finally get home, I was so tired that I just had to go to bed. I think I was asleep in less than five minutes.


FRIDAY

I slept in and then lay in bed for a while, doing my habits – Duolingo, reading a bit, and so on – and having a quick look at social media before getting up just before twelve. After a shower, I settled in the living room and spent a couple of hours working on various blog posts, as well as replying to various texts and social media messages that I hadn’t had the time or the brain space to deal with over the previous few days.

At two, I had my weekly Zoom date with one of my uni friends and we got caught up – and went on many, many tangents – for several hours before watching an episode of Primeval, the show we’re watching at the moment (we both watched it when we were younger and decided that we had to revisit it – we laugh a lot…). It was a really nice call. We always have really nice calls; they’re always a highlight of my week.

We ran over my soft deadline, as usual, (we both have ADHD and neither of us are particularly good with time) and then I ran around like a headless chicken, trying to get everything done and find the stuff I needed before I had to leave for therapy. We talked about a lot of things – I felt very all over the place – and while it wasn’t a brutal session like some of them can be but it wasn’t easy and I was exhausted by the time we finished, plus my back was killing me. I’d ended up almost lying on the sofa in my therapist’s office, trying to find even one position that didn’t make me want to cry or throw up.

When I got home, I discovered that the TENS machine the physiotherapist had recommended had arrived so I tried to figure that out. We attached the electrodes to the most painful parts of my back and, once I’d found the right settings for me, the pain seemed to just smoothly dissipate. It was such a relief that my knees nearly buckled. And after wearing it for a little while, the pain was all but gone; suddenly I could actually move again, although I still had to be careful. The pain would slowly reappear when I turned it off but it did give me real periods of relief, which felt so, so good.

Given that I was heading up to London again the next day, I went to bed early and actually managed to drift off relatively quickly.


SATURDAY

I woke up painfully, before six, and couldn’t get back to sleep. I worked on my habits, had a scroll through social media, and sent some messages when it got late enough that I wouldn’t be waking people up. Then I got up, had a shower, and settled in the living room. I did some blog writing but I struggled to concentrate after such a bad night. But it wasn’t long before Mum and I were packing our stuff and heading for the train.

The Royal Docks isn’t the easiest place to get to and it took a long time – and a lot of effort and pain – but eventually we made it, reaching a complete and beautiful Breathing Room. We sat for a bit and had some lunch, watching people go in and out; I was surprised by how many people just walked past without investigating, especially since it was free. If I saw something that weird, that intriguing – and it was free – I’d be inside in a heartbeat.

It was an incredible experience, even better than I’d expected in all of the time I’ve been waiting to visit it (over two years at this point). It was pretty quiet and after a while of walking up and down inside it, I just sat in the corner of one of the turns and absorbed the experience. I watched it ‘breathe’ as the panels moved, the cones quivering almost imperceptibly, and listened to the gentle creaks and groans. I loved it. I wanted to live in it. I could feel the song ideas spooling out in front of me, like balls of string unrolling and I just breathed it all in. It was one of the most breath-taking experiences I’ve ever had (I know I’m using a lot of breath related language but that’s just what’s coming naturally). Emotionally, I could’ve sat there for hours but between my physical limitations and my time commitments, that wasn’t exactly practical. So, eventually, I very reluctantly dragged myself outside and sat on the edge of the water with Mum. It was so hot and I was so tired that I actually fell asleep for a little bit and then desperately struggled to wake up, drifting off over and over again (which one of the guys on the team found very funny – totally fair).

IMG_3080

But eventually we were up and moving again, parting at the DLR station. I said goodbye to Mum and was sitting, waiting for my train when everything started going wrong (not seriously but in a very not fun way). A man approached me and asked if I could check whether he was on the platform for his destination and because trying to help is my default position, I helped him with his route and then politely made conversation until the train arrived. But then he had me semi-trapped and started oversharing about his life and asking me out (even though he must’ve been at least ten years older than me). And when I said no, he just kept reframing the question and basically trying to emotionally manipulate me into saying yes, trying to make me feel bad for him so that I’d say yes; I couldn’t escape and early on, I’d stupidly mentioned when I was getting off so I was stuck. He wasn’t doing anything but I felt distinctly unsafe and pressured and when we finally stopped at my stop, I flew off the train and was up the escalator and halfway down the street before I turned to see if he’d followed me (that is something that’s happened before and I was not leaving that opportunity open again). I didn’t see him but, shaken, I called one of my parents as I tucked myself into the bus stop and we talked the anxiety down. Writing it out, it seems silly to have felt so freaked out by it but that’s the truth; that’s how the experience made me feel.

By the time I’d done my bus trip and reached my London home, my heart rate had returned to normal and I felt pretty much like myself again. And being greeted by six dogs was definitely a good way to completely distract me and change my mood entirely. Skye climbed up my leg and into my arms, which was possibly even more adorable than it usually is, and we all went inside so that I could lie down on the sofa… at which point all six dogs tried to sit on me. That started out being very cute and ended up being deeply chaotic given that they all got jealous of whoever was being stroked at the time (obviously it’s a bit hard to stroke six dogs at once, even if they are very little dogs). After that, it wasn’t long before most of them went home and me and Skye curled up together and me and my parent settled in for the rest of the afternoon and evening. I’d thought that I’d tried to do some work but, in the end, I just didn’t have the energy and snuggling with Skye and having a family catch up and hang out felt like a more important use of my time.

I did make sure to post some cute pictures on my cat instagram though…

We’ve been trying to sit down and binge watch Citadel, something we both love doing together with a new show when we have the time. We got ourselves pizza (we do actually eat vegetables when we have pizza, by the way – just to reassure you guys that I’m not in danger of developing scurvy) and settled in to watch. We didn’t quite manage it all before the both of us started falling asleep (and Skye was long asleep but I think it’s safe to say that she isn’t Citadel’s target demographic). So we decided to finish it in the morning and I stretched out and went to sleep, Skye tucked into my side. I was so tired that I forgot to take my pills, which shocked the hell out of me: in ten years of taking medication, I could probably count the number of times I’ve done that on one hand.


SUNDAY

I woke up early again, although not as early as the day before, but I couldn’t really mind: it just gave me more time to snuggle with Skye, who was still all warm and sleepy. She just wanted to be close and I was very happy to oblige. So we spent a couple of hours that way; I stroked Skye with one hand where she was curled up on my chest and went through my habits, messages, and social media on my phone with the other. There are certainly worse ways to start the day.

Then, after a shower and some breakfast, we finished Citadel (Season 1). I’ll obviously be writing about it more in my end of the year, media review post, but I really enjoyed it on the whole. There were moments that were a bit too clichéd for my taste but I liked the characters, the storyline, and the stunts looked fantastic. I’m intrigued to see where they’ll take the second season.

It was a very, very hot day, so hot that, even though I absolutely adored Breathing Room, I grudgingly decided not to go; the idea of getting there and back in that heat felt overwhelming. I’m not sure I actually good have done it, between my pain and autonomic dysfunction. So, instead of rushing off, I hung out in the garden with the little community of neighbours, which was really nice. Because of the personal stuff that isn’t mine to discuss – before the last couple of months – it’s been a long time since I’ve been visiting consistently and so I haven’t really been present in that space and multiple people have moved in and out of the block of flats in that time so, since coming back, I haven’t really felt part of the little community of neighbours but now I’m starting to and it’s really, really nice. We had a nice time hanging out, even if I was running on less brainpower because of the heat.

I didn’t take many pictures that day but here is a collage of the photos I took of Skye over the weekend…

I just can’t get enough of her.

The stars aligned and another of my parents was also heading home from London so we managed to meet at a convenient station to catch the train home together. As I was walking there – very slowly because breathing in that heat was like trying to breathe underwater – I listened to the new Maisie Peters album and absolutely fell in love with it on first lesson. I honestly can’t pick a favourite song, or even five favourites; there are a couple that I don’t love quite as much as the rest but I basically love every track. I’ll write about it more in my National Album Day 2023 post when I’ve had more time to listen and think but I think it’s already safe to say that it’s one of my top albums of the year.

I dozed on the train home, even though it was hot and busy and loud, and then, when I got home, I fell asleep properly on the sofa (it was an exhausting week, what can I say) and slept for a couple of hours until screaming pain in my hip woke me up. That was unpleasant. After I worked the pain out of the joint, I struggled up and Mum and I spent the evening catching up, watching a movie, and I did a bit of blog writing. But even with all of my naps, I was still exhausted and went to bed earlier than usual. And I was so tired that not only did I forget to take my pills again but I also fell asleep without turning the light off; I was that tired. I woke up confused in the middle of the night and turned it off and it wasn’t until the next morning that I realised what had happened. Life is really pushing me to my limits at the moment.


So, a busy, emotional week. This was back in June and I was definitely burning myself out, if only because I was so excited to feel joy again (the hard stuff was still there, of course, but I haven’t felt real joy in so, so long – it’s hard to turn opportunities for it away when they present themselves). I kept pushing for another few weeks before I really had to take a break, both for my physical energy levels and my emotional energy levels; it was all getting too much. But exciting things are still happening, even as I try to slow the pace down a bit.

ADHD Awareness Month 2021

Not long after I learned that October is ADHD Awareness Month, I saw this challenge on Twitter and you know me, I love a good challenge.

IMG_9357

Via @roryreckons on Twitter (x)

I thought it would be annoying to post something every day, especially since I knew just from looking at the prompts that there would be days when I didn’t have much to say, so I decided to do the month as one self-contained post. Having ADHD and everything that comes with that… it’s all still relatively new and I’m still trying to figure it all out, especially considering the crossover with autistic traits. I thought that, maybe, this might help with gaining a better understanding of ADHD and how it affects me individually.


So, here we go…

Day 1 – Introduction

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you may know some of this stuff already so bear with me…

My name is Lauren Alex Hooper and I’m a twenty seven year old woman (I use she/her pronouns), although I’m not really sure how I identify in terms of gender and sexuality; up to now, all of my energy has been spent on figuring out and managing my health so there hasn’t really been the time to explore that area of my identity. Between the ages of twenty and twenty six, I was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) (Inattentive Type), Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS), Postural Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), Treatment Resistant Depression (TRD), Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). These conditions all affect me daily and I live with both chronic pain and chronic fatigue, believed to be due to my hEDS. Given the often overwhelming challenges that these all present, I’m still living at home with my Mum and our family of five cats (made up of three generations). Two of my other parents live nearby, with my fourth parent in London. My younger sibling, Charlie – who is an amazing artist of many disciplines – is also based there.

In roughly the same time period, I completed a BA and an MA in Songwriting, my biggest and most enduring special interest. In 2018, I released my debut single, ‘Invisible,’ a song that documents my struggle to be seen and heard as I tried to get help for my mental health and ASD; I’m incredibly proud of that song and all of the proceeds go to YoungMinds, a charity supporting young people with their mental health. Then, in 2019, I began the release cycle of my debut EP, Honest, which was completed in late 2020 (delayed somewhat by the pandemic). The EP is a collection of my experiences with mental health, centered around the idea that things only really got better when I started being open and honest about what I was going through. As of October 2021, this little, self released EP that was made in various bedrooms has reached over 120,000 streams with a limited run of physical copies on sale at Resident Music, THE independent music shop in Brighton (UK), where I live. It’s been an absolute rollercoaster but I’m really proud of it and all it’s achieved. And now, with that era all but wrapped up and my Masters done, I’m working on several new projects, including an album about my experiences as an autistic woman.

Day 2 – What I love about being an ADHDer is…

Given the overlap between Autism and ADHD, I’m not entirely sure where which traits come from, if it’s possible to really separate them. I’ve done some research and it seems that there’s too much overlap to truly say that one trait belongs to one and not the other but the following things are what seem to commonly come up in relation to the positives/strengths of ADHD…

    • Hyperfocus – Although the timing may not always be ideal, I love that my brain gets absolutely obsessed with something and just has to know more about it. I’ve always been super curious and I’ve always loved learning – part of the reason why I’ve already studied to Masters level and hope to pursue a PhD at some point – and so I often end up going down rabbit holes, researching a particular subject as much as I can until physical or external limits force me to stop; I remember being asked, probably aged about seven, what I wanted to do when I finished school and finished learning and I was just horrified by the idea that there would come a time not dedicated to learning things. Sometimes my fascination with a thing will only last a day or so but sometimes it’ll last months; that’s sort of where the the line between hyperfixation and special interest blurs.
    • Creativity – I’m not sure that having ADHD is what made me a creative person but I think it’s pretty safe to say that I am one. I love writing is pretty much every form, I love making music, I love photography. I would love to try some different visual forms of art, like painting or graphic design or videography or sculpture (I’ve loved Andrew Drummond since I saw his ‘Observation / Action / Reflection‘ exhibition in Christchurch, New Zealand and I’ve recently fallen in love with Anna Berry’s work). Oh, and I love how amazingly creative some people are with make up; I’d love to learn how to do some of the incredible stuff that make up artists create. There just isn’t enough time to try and get good at all of the things I want to do! I’m also fascinated by physical arts, like dance, aerial silks, and martial arts. But given my physical limitations, I can’t engage in those at this point in time but hopefully one day I will be strong enough and have the stamina to at least try them.
    • Problem solving – Given my late diagnosis, it’s hard to know whether these traits are learned or due to my ADHD (I mean, maybe it’s a combination: a natural ability that’s been honed by experiences requiring problem solving) but I’ve always been a good problem solver, good at looking at a problem and seeing it from various different angles. I’m the person people tend to go to when things go wrong or don’t work (electronics in particular) and I’m just weirdly good at fiddling around with them until I figure out what the problem is and how to fix it, if it can be fixed without specialist training.
    • Determination – There’s not much to say about this. I am a determined person. I think the David Foster Wallace quote, “Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it,” sums me up quite well, both in positive and negative ways. I will fight for things until I have nothing left, even things that I probably should’ve given up on long ago.
    • Perfectionism (to a degree) – While I’m aware that my perfectionism can put me under immense pressure, I do like that I’m always striving to produce the best work I can. Especially when it comes to my music, every detail is important and I’m not completely satisfied until everything is exactly as I want it. But I am aware that that’s not always possible and most of the time, I can dial it back a bit when necessary; regardless of whether it’s been possible to make things perfect or not, I’m always proud of the fact that I tried to and tried really fucking hard.
    • Open – Again, I don’t know if it’s the ADHD that makes me an open person but I am. I am an honest person. That doesn’t mean I share everything (I’m not very good at telling where the exact lines are but I know that people would find that annoying unless they’ve clearly invited me to do so) but there came a point where I realised that I had to be honest about how I felt and what I was struggling with and how I experienced the world in order to protect my mental health. And it has really helped me but what came as an unexpected pleasure is that it seems to have inspired other people to be more open and honest, both with others and with themselves: the stories some people have shared with me have been so moving. While I think they themselves deserve the credit for making those changes in their lives, I’m deeply honoured that they consider me a part of that journey.
    • The opportunity to help – I’ve had some really difficult experiences due to being neurodivergent and due to being diagnosed in adulthood. But working through it, facing the invalidation, the ignorance, the ableism… it’s given me purpose. I want to make things better and help other neurodivergent people and I can do that using my experiences. I’m already getting little opportunities to do so and that means so much to me.

@roryreckons, who I got this challenge from, wrote a really interesting post for this day, including some fascinating information about ADHD that is really worth reading.

I have to say I’m not wild about the term ‘ADHDer.’ It feels very clumsy. It also feels a bit like something I actively participate in, like I chose it, like I’m saying, “I’m a runner,” or “I’m a painter.” I don’t know; I’m not convinced by it as an identifier.

Day 3 – My Identification/Discovery Story

I was being assessed for hypermobility (and was subsequently diagnosed with hEDS) and at the end of the session, it came up in conversation that I was thinking about getting tested for ADHD (I’d been researching the ways I’d been struggling and ADHD had come up as a possibility, which I know often occurs alongside Autism) and the consultant said that she was qualified to do that so we could schedule an assessment if I wanted to. So we did and a few months later, I was diagnosed with Inattentive ADHD.

Day 4 – Reactions to Identification

Since this is just another step on my journey of trying to make sense of myself and why I struggle the way I do, I haven’t really felt the need to make an announcement or anything like that. I told my family and friends, of course, and I’ve brought it up when necessary, like when trying to get accommodations at uni, but otherwise it hasn’t been been a huge thing, not like discovering I was autistic was. So everyone’s just kind of taken it in stride, adding it to their picture of me – those who know about it anyway.

Day 5 – Hobby Graveyard

I’ve never really thought of moving on to a new hobby as leaving them in a ‘hobby graveyard.’ I’ve always felt like it was more that I was prioritising certain stuff or that I was just finding my way to more ‘suitable’ hobbies. Technically, yes, I have multiple hobbies that I’ve stopped doing but rarely because I got bored of them and more because I evolved away from them. But here are some of my past hobbies…

    • Gymnastics
    • Clarinet
    • Flute
    • Playing in an Orchestra
    • Horse riding
    • Writing fanfiction
    • Writing fiction
    • Watercolour
    • Origami

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head. I still love most of these things but I just can’t physically do all of these hobbies: I don’t have the time, they’re expensive, and there are other things I love doing more. But hopefully I can come back to them one day in some way or another.

Day 6 – Supports and Appreciation

I am super lucky to have a lot of great people in my corner. I have a wonderful, close-knit family who have all been deeply supportive; not only have they all been great in general but they’ve all been so incredibly helpful in different areas of my life over the years. I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am, especially to my Mum. She has been a hundred percent with me every step of the way and she’s just been a force of nature in the pursuit of getting people to listen to and help me. And not just that, she supports me every day, helps me to manage just being alive, just being a person in this difficult, inflexible society. I don’t know what I’d do without her. Oh, and there are also my cats who, while they have absolutely no idea about any of this I’m sure, help maintain some level of calm in all the chaos.

I’m also very lucky to have some really great friends. They’ve never been weird about all of my diagnoses, only ever respectfully curious about the parts they don’t know much about. And I’m always open to questions. Once, while in conversation with a friend, I said that I was always happy to answer questions and in reply, she said that all she needed to do to understand me was listen to my songs. I probably looked like a deer in headlights. I mean, that’s what I try to do with my songs but to hear her say it so plainly kind of took my breath away. My friends are really sweet about supporting me and accommodating the issues that make my life hard, that make spending time together hard. I appreciate it so much; a lot of these things that I struggle with make maintaining friendships (from both sides) really hard and it means so much to me that my friends have stuck with me.

And although I’ve had some really supportive tutors over the years, I only recently had a neurodivergent tutor for the first time and it was amazing. It’s like we spoke the same language and she was able to translate this confusing academic world into ideas and words that I understood. I got so much out of my course and out of the work I was doing in the time she was my supervisor; it was pretty amazing to work with the guidance of someone who has a real understanding (and also appreciation as well) of how differently my brain works. And considering how well I did in the module, I think that shows just how well a neurodivergent person can do when they’re understood and supported.

Day 7 – The ADHDer Community

I haven’t really found ‘the community’ yet. After my ASD diagnosis, it was about three years before I sought out any kind of community; I had to figure out what being autistic meant to me first before I could engage further, if that makes sense. So I wouldn’t be surprised if it takes me a while to feel ready to reach out but then maybe it will be quicker this time since I’ve already gone through a similar process. I’m part of multiple Facebook groups relating to Autism, one of which is for women with Autism and ADHD, and I’ve enjoyed those interactions a lot so far. I also have a friend who’s going through the ADHD  diagnostic process at the moment so it’s nice to be able to share those experiences with someone I already know since I didn’t go through it that long ago.

Day 8 – Favourite ADHDer Blogs/Comics

I have to say, I haven’t really found any ADHD blogs or comics that really speak to me yet. But I also haven’t been looking in any kind of dedicated way. I’m still making sense of this diagnosis, still trying to manage the struggles, and still trying to get help for it. That’s my main focus at the moment.

Day 9 – Favourite ADHD Owned Business

With Christmas not that far away, I have been looking for present ideas and I do like to buy from independent shops when I can. I’ve found a few autistic owned shops but as of yet, I haven’t found any ADHD owned shops yet. But I’m still looking.

Day 10 – Sensory Seeking/Aversion

I’m generally a sensory-seeking person but they’re very specific sensory experiences that I crave. I love colour and I love lights, especially colourful lights (as long as they’re not in my eyes or face). I love glittery things and shiny things. I also love patterns: smooth curves and crystalline angles. I love the patterns in nature, like the symmetrical patterns in the petals of flowers (Dahlias and Gerberas, for example). They just make my eyes feel good and looking at them relaxes me.

Sound is a bit more complicated (volume can be a real issue for me, especially when I’m stressed) but as a musician, I love the details and nuances in music and in sound. I could talk about music for hours but for this, I think I’ll stick to just distinct sounds. I love the sound of thunder, of heavy rain, the rustle of leaves as you walk through them, snow or frost crunching under foot, the crackle of a fire, the sound of typing. I find all of those sounds so soothing. But then there are also noises that really upset me, that can send me into a meltdown even. Metallic sounds, voices low enough that I can’t quite make out what they’re saying, babies crying, sudden loud noises like fireworks or sirens, shouting or raised voices, mechanical sounds (like buzzing or humming, or that high pitched tone/whine)… they all, at the very least, get the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Oh, and snoring.

Smell is a really tough one for me. The smells I like, I love: most fruits, especially satsumas; the beach and the sea; forests, pine, cut grass; wood fires and the smell in the air after fireworks (a tough one when the sound of fireworks can cause me to have a meltdown). But the smells I don’t like have me scrambling to get as far from them as possible so that I don’t throw up: metallic, rotten, sickly sweet smells and the way they catch in your throat and leave you choking on them. I’m sure there are more, and more specific ones, but that’s all I can think of right now and it’s not exactly the most enjoyable thing to think about.

Taste is another difficult one, given that food is a complete minefield for me. I crave sweet tastes a lot, especially artificially sweet tastes (although I read recently that that is common in unmedicated ADHD), and I like salty things but anything more complicated than that is unpleasant and overwhelming. Even the lowest point on the spice meter is too spicy for me. (And the texture of food is a whole other issue…)

I’m also super sensitive to what I’m touching. There are sensations that I love, like frost or snow crunching under foot, feeling loud music in your body at a concert, fabrics like velvet, the sensation of being in water, the weightlessness of being in water, how your fingers feel against ice, my cats’ fur, my lovely old dog’s ears, and so on. And there are sensations that I hate, that I can’t bear feeling, that I have to wash off in order to think clearly (and sometimes even that isn’t enough): touching something sticky, clammy, metallic, oily or greasy, slimy, powdery or dusty. They make me shudder just thinking about them.

I’m sure I could talk more about sensory stuff but I think I’ll save it for another day or this post is going to get even longer than it’s already bound to be.

Day 11 – Fidgets and Stims

I go through phases with fidget toys: one will satisfy me for a while and then, out of nowhere, it stops doing whatever it is that helps and I move onto another one. Hence why I have a box of them so I can quickly and easily choose a different one. I’m currently fiddling with two: I tend to play with my tangle one-handed (especially when I’m trying to sleep) and I’m also wearing (or at least trying to remember to wear) a necklace made out of a shoelace with a hairband attached. I’m pretty sure my hair-pulling is how I stim but I really don’t want to be pulling my hair out so I’m trying to redirect the urge; this little set up is as close as I can get to the motion of hair pulling and hoping I can move from hair pulling to that and then a movement that doesn’t put so much repetitive strain on my elbow and shoulder.

IMG_9824

From left to right, top to bottom: black tangle, black fidget pad, black fidget cube, two sensory glitter tubes, homemade stimming necklace, three blue magnetic spinning rings, silver elephant spinning ring.

Day 12 – Favourite ADHD Charity

I have yet to go looking for ADHD charities, to be honest. I just haven’t had the headspace but there are a few, local ones especially, that I’d like to investigate further when I feel like I can properly commit to it.

Day 13 – Family

I’ve already talked quite a bit about my family, back in the ‘Supports and Appreciation’ prompt. I have four fantastic parents; then there’s my Dad who died when I was 13. I don’t know much (don’t know enough) about him. Finding out who he was and what he was like is an ongoing project. I also have a younger sibling; we were super close as kids and although we’re not as close now, that’s simply as a result of growing up and building our own lives. We still have a great time whenever we can get together. Due to my various disabilities, I live at home with my Mum and our family of cats. I love them all so much and I’m so proud to call them my family.

Day 14 – Order from Chaos

I feel like I’m more mentally chaotic than physically; I’m not the most organised person in the world but I manage pretty well, particularly with help from my Mum. But my thoughts are another matter. Sometimes my thoughts move so fast that I can’t keep hold of them long enough even to figure out what they are; I find those times really scary. Trying to find something to hold on to in the chaos is hard and it’s easy to feel untethered and panicked. Fortunately it isn’t like that all of the time though. I still feel like I have an overwhelming amount of stuff in my head that I’m constantly sorting through.

@roryreckons, the creator of this challenge, made a really in depth post for this day with lots of useful resources that I’m looking forward to digging into.

Day 15 – Everyone Should Know

It’s not that we’re not trying. We are trying. We’re trying so hard. A big part of ADHD is struggling with executive function, mental skills that help us with organisation, planning, start, stay focussed on, and finish tasks, among other things. What some people assume is laziness or lack of care, is actually difficulty with executive function and struggling with these skills can cause those with ADHD great distress. Being told to ‘try harder’ when you’re already trying so hard is not just frustrating but makes you doubt yourself, wonder whether you actually are lazy. This should never be the case. ADHD is a neurodevelopmental disorder (the debate about whether neurodiversity should involve words like disorder or deficit is ongoing and important but too big to get into here); it’s a medical condition. Difficulties with executive function are ‘part of our wiring.’ That’s not to say that it’s fixed, but telling someone to ‘just try harder’ or ‘just focus more’ when their brain doesn’t respond to that kind of motivation is unhelpful and unkind. They’ve probably already thought of that, you know?

Day 16 – Work/School

Education has been a mixed experience for me. I’ve always been incredibly shy and I struggled socially although no one really realised the extent of it, myself included: I learned to mask very well very quickly, long before I knew what masking was, long before I even knew I was doing it. And being a huge perfectionist, I felt a lot of pressure and anxiety around my grades, sometimes to the point where I made myself unwell. Having said that, I’ve achieved some great things academically and while I’ve never had masses of friends, I get on well with people and have a group of close friends that I absolutely adore. So, yeah, it’s been very mixed.

I think it’s fair to say that the undiagnosed ASD and ADHD clearly contributed to the difficulties I’ve had throughout my time in education, which is most of my life really. And I don’t think it helped that I missed the first two and a half years of secondary school (a period of illness that was half-heartedly diagnosed as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, diagnosed formally in retrospect, and now it may be that it was due to the hEDS – I’m really not sure what to think now), putting me at a disadvantage academically and socially. But what was probably a combination of natural ability, my terrible fear of getting in trouble, and my perfectionism meant that I did relatively well in secondary school. Sixth form and my A Levels were mostly dominated by the strengthening symptoms of my anxiety and depression: I did well in the subjects that I loved but otherwise I struggled. I couldn’t get information to stay in my brain, I couldn’t understand certain concepts as hard as I tried, I felt like I was running an endless obstacle course that only seemed to get harder, and I was constantly exhausted. It all kind of spiralled and I barely managed my exams. I tried to resit several of them the next year but my mental health was so poor (plus whatever was going on with the undiagnosed ASD and ADHD) that I didn’t do any better. Fortunately though, I did have the grades I needed to pursue my BA in songwriting so it all worked out in the end.

University was, obviously, very different from secondary school and sixth form but I didn’t exactly get the same experience as most of my peers. Because of the challenges I live with (my mental health problems weren’t diagnosed until the January of my first year and my ASD wasn’t diagnosed until the summer break between first and second year), I lived at home and commuted to London for university, staying with family when I had two of more days of classes in a row. It was necessary but hard; I was so tired all the time (I was actually taking naps on the sofas at uni at certain points) and it didn’t help the feeling of separate-ness, being so far away and unable to join the spontaneous meet ups and so on. And again, the classes I loved, I absolutely loved but when it came to the classes I didn’t enjoy or found difficult, I really struggled – I still don’t feel like I have a good grasp of music theory (not that I’ve given up). It felt like there were just some things I couldn’t learn, like my brain just wasn’t capable of processing the information (something I’m working on, especially after learning more about ADHD and hearing similar stories from others). And although it wasn’t a constant feeling, I struggled with feeling invisible and feeling like I was never going to be good enough to do the one thing I wanted to do: write and release songs. As amazing as it was to study my very favourite thing and therefore spend most of my time doing it, doing it surrounded by other people who all want the same thing was really challenging at times: you’re constantly exposed to new, amazing music and as cool as that is, if you’re doubting yourself even the slightest bit, that can just make the feeling ten times worse. It’s easy to slip into comparing yourself and seeing all of the ways in which you aren’t as good as this person or that person. So, yes, it was an amazing experience but it was incredibly hard.

The MA was a very different experience (apart from, you know, doing most of it in a global pandemic). The pandemic definitely played a big part: my anxiety was so high, I felt completely overwhelmed by everything that was going on in the world, and I was adjusting to a whole new way of learning (and cowriting). I’m sure those things affected my ability to take in, process, and use new information. I loved the practical part, the constant writing of songs and constant cowriting; I loved that and I feel like I did a lot of my best work so far. But the modules that included extended research and essay writing were a struggle: I found it incredibly difficult to focus on the research I was reading, to digest it enough to pull out the useful information, and then construct the essays themselves. In the first year, my Mum sat with me for hours and hours, helping me to collect all of the relevant information and painstakingly put it together. In the second year, for the final project, I had an excellent supervisor (who is also neurodivergent and therefore had a personal as well as professional understanding of how I’d potentially need to approach things differently), which made a huge difference. I did still struggle though. Staying focussed, attempting to keep my attention from wandering, pulling together all of the information (it was a lot: four-ish months of work that had to be condensed into an hour’s presentation)… it took every drop of energy I had. I was concentrating through sheer force of will and when it was all finally over, I was beyond exhausted.

While I’ve pretty much considered myself a student up to this point, I guess I am self employed: I am dedicated to being a singersongwriter and even though I love it and it started out as a hobby, it’s now my job and one that I want to spend my whole life doing. I’m dedicated to making that happen but it’s freaking hard work sometimes and there are a lot of challenges. I love the creative side and those related decisions often feel very easy, almost instinctive, but the logistical, business, marketing side is really hard for me. For some reason, I find those decisions and tasks much more likely to overwhelm me and money-related tasks are particularly stressful for me (something I’ve seen other people with ADHD talk about). I’ve had some really great help with this up until now and I’m so grateful for that but I would love – so much – to find a way to make this stuff less challenging. So often the level of stress in response to these tasks isn’t proportional and I have to believe that it doesn’t have to be this hard. Now that I’m not studying (although I still have a lot to do), I’m hopeful that I can dedicate some time to this. And I’m cautiously hopeful that the ADHD meds I should be starting in a few weeks will improve things too. As I said, I’m committed to making this happen so I’m doing my best and I have some good people in my corner to support me.

This one has gotten very long so I’ll stop there, I think.

Day 17 – ADHD People I Admire

Kalie Shorr – I’ve been a fan of Kalie’s for years – she’s a fantastic songwriter and performer, she’s super creative, she’s incredibly hardworking, she’s hilarious, she’s a really lovely and genuine person, and she uses her voice for the things that she’s passionate about (always in creative and interesting ways that emphasise her words, of course) – and then, earlier this year, she made a podcast episode about how she’d been diagnosed with ADHD and what she’d learned about herself and certain past experiences in the light of the diagnosis. She described experiences that I really relate to and her positive experience with medication (which she’s been documenting on Twitter – often hilariously, as is her way) has helped me in my own ADHD journey. And as someone who is pursuing the same career path as am I (and is doing so very successfully), it gives me hope that my ADHD isn’t something that will make this path impossible. It might not be easy but it’s not impossible and I’m really grateful to have someone (and someone I think so highly of) remind me of that at this moment in time. (I love this quote from a recent interview: “That’s why I love co-writing as well, I actually think it has a lot to do with… because I love writing by myself and I’ve written some great songs by myself. It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I love the process of co-writing. I think it’s because I have ADHD with the massive dopamine deficiency. The immediate feedback you get when you put out a good line and the people in the room freak out over it, that feels so much better than when I write a good line in a song I wrote by myself and I’m like ‘I think this is good, but I’d rather wait for someone else to tell me that it’s good.’ I get so energized by all these tiny pings about writing a song, and then you get the big hit of dopamine.”)

Emma Watson – I’m somewhat hesitant to include Emma Watson since she hasn’t spoken personally about having ADHD but the information is out there so, if it’s true, I would have to include her in this list. Growing up with Harry Potter, with the characters and the cast, she was always someone I looked up to and I remember an interview where she talked about how her Dad really didn’t have the money to send her to the school he did and how her birthday presents were her uniform and her school supplies and how she worked hard every day (finishing with nine A*s!) because she wanted to make him proud, to show him how much she appreciated it. Of course I’ll probably never be able to completely detach her from Hermione (as I’m sure is the same for many people and probably for her too), it’s been very cool to watch her grow and experiment with different roles and engage in important social issues (I think a good example is this video interview where she talks about finding the constructive criticism in social media, educating herself and broadening her understanding of feminism, the need for the education system in the UK to revise and improve the teaching around Britain’s involvement in foreign affairs (including how the country profited from slavery), transgender issues, and more) while still remaining a very normal, relatable person. She’s achieved so much, she’s pushed her own limits and challenged her comfort zone, and she’s trying to use what she has to make a positive change in the world (despite feeling like she’s still figuring herself and her life out) alongside the challenges of living with ADHD, whatever they are for her, and I find that really inspiring. (x) (x)

Simone Biles – I think it probably goes without saying that Simone Biles’ talent, skill, and incredible work ethic is enough to consider her a person worth admiring. But she’s also repeatedly shown such incredible emotional strength in very difficult circumstances (this year’s Olympics being the most recent example) and has handled them so thoughtfully and gracefully. At the Olympics, even with so many people criticising her for even considering it (and then for doing it), she put her mental health first and stood by that decision. No doubt she made that choice for herself but by making it and talking about it publicly (and talking about it unapologetically, without any shame), she sent such a powerful message that meant so much to so many people, that sometimes you have to prioritise your mental health regardless of the situation and that that is okay. It’s something even the most self aware of us struggle with, even if we understand why we should to do it; it’s a vicious cycle that, often when you’re struggling mentally, it becomes even harder to remember and/or accept that. Seeing someone actually do it, do it under immense pressure, and continue to stand by it after the fact is very powerful and hopefully it will help a lot of people to remember that it is possible, that the world won’t end if they need to stop and take a break from everything. So I can only admire and respect her strength and her willingness to share her experiences because there’s no knowing how many people she’s helping. (x)

I’m sure there are more people I could add to this list but these three are all I can think of at the moment.

Day 18 – Someday…

On a personal level, I can’t help hoping that – someday – I won’t feel so ‘othered’ by being neurodivergent, that I won’t feel so different and so deficient when and after spending time with neurotypical people. It’s not that I don’t enjoy spending time with these people because I do: almost everyone I know is neurotypical and those that I love, I love dearly. But there are throwaway comments and common experiences that just make me feel so different to everyone around me and it’s just so exhausting to have these constant, endless reminders. It’s so hard to try and accept my ASD and my ADHD when it feels like, everywhere I turn, one thing or another is telling me that I’m… less than or wrong or broken. Someday, I’d like not to feel that way.

Day 19 – I love it when…

I can just totally hyperfocus on something without interruption or pressure to do something else. I just love falling down a rabbit hole and reading everything I can find on a subject, learning as much as I can about a particular songwriter’s process, the theories around alternate universes, the different types of typewriters, why thunderstorms make certain people (myself included) feel so much better… I don’t remember it all but I love the feeling of soaking it all in. And it does mean I have a random fact about almost everything.

Day 20 – Communication Style

I’m not really sure what this prompt is asking of me, to be honest. Googling ‘communication styles’ gives me so many different possibilities that it’s hard to know what the right one for this prompt is. Maybe this is something I’m going to have to investigate further but for now, the way I feel I communicate best is through the songs I write. Being able to use lyrics, melody, harmony, instrumentation, production… the right combination of those things can convey a feeling or an experience in such a pure way. Not long after I met one of my now best friends, we were talking about me being autistic (I think it was in the context of a song she was helping me write, I’m not sure now) and I just made the casual comment that if there was ever something that she wanted to know or something she didn’t understand, she could always ask. And she replied, ‘I just have to listen to your songs to understand you.’ I’m not gonna lie, I was kind of floored by that response (and I still am a bit – it makes me very excited about the music projects I’m currently working on). I mean, that’s the goal – to find connection through the songs I write – and my friend had just confirmed that for me. So that was a big moment and a special one but I think I’d still be saying the same thing had that not happened. Songwriting feels like the way I communicate best and to have that in my life is something very special indeed.

Day 21 – One thing other people don’t understand…

From my admittedly limited personal experience, I think a lot of people find it hard to reconcile ADHD with good grades: if you’re turning in work on time and getting good marks, you couldn’t possibly have ADHD, for example. Thinking like this can prevent those struggling from getting support because they don’t show the stereotypical signs of a condition like ADHD. Apart from 2013 (the year when my mental health problems really started to manifest, resulting in such a crisis that I barely made it through my A Level exams), I’ve always turned in work on time or early (unless I had an extension due to health stuff) and achieved high grades in pretty much all of my classes. Personally, I think that, up until A Levels at least, this was largely due to a natural ability, the fact that I enjoyed learning, and very intense perfectionism. Getting to do a BA and MA in songwriting, my most enduring special interest, helped to balance out my struggles with executive function, I think: because I was so passionate about what I was studying (for the most part at least), it wasn’t as hard as it might’ve been had I been studying something that I was less passionate about. I’ve definitely had areas and periods of time in which I’ve struggled – I wouldn’t have sought out what resulted in my ADHD diagnosis if I hadn’t – but I guess I’m just saying that you can have ADHD and be a good student and the idea that you can’t is a harmful one.

Day 22 – Dispel a myth

I don’t know whether this myth still persists but I definitely grew up with the impression that having ADHD meant an inability to sit still. If that myth does still exist, I’m definitely proof that that isn’t true, as a constant of ADHD at least. I can sit in basically the same position all day without moving because I’m so absorbed by what I’m doing. I forget to move, to the point where it’s actually causing me problems: my chronic pain (thanks to my hEDS) is exacerbated by these long periods of no movement so I’m actually trying to move around more. So, yeah, we can sit still.

Day 23 – Can’t live without…

My family. On any and every level, I could not live without them (and I include my close friends in this circle too). But I’ve talked about them quite a lot so I’m gonna say songwriting as well. When I’m writing a song, the rest of the world goes away and I feel like I can just be me, focussed on something that I love more than pretty much anything else. And then, when I finish a song and feel like I’ve really said what I wanted to say, that feeling is so special. I feel like, for a little while at least, I’m in sync with the rest of the world and all of the usual friction that exists just disappears. I feel calm and relaxed, like I’m finally still; usually I feel like I’m constantly vibrating, which is just so exhausting. So, while I love the creative discipline of writing songs, I love the way it makes me feel. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Day 24 – ADHD Political Issue

A massive problem with conditions like ADHD, as well as other neurodivergencies, is the lack of support available, for those who appear to be functioning well especially. So many individuals, myself included, have had to fight for support – in education, from medical professionals, sometimes from the government – because, so often, people just don’t understand the challenges that these conditions present or don’t believe those asking for help. I can’t get too deeply into this (especially at the moment, given that I’m overly emotional due to the reduction of my antidepressant medication – an unfortunate but necessary step in order to try medication for my ADHD) because I’ll just get too upset but the society we live in is so deeply ableist, and it’s so entrenched that no one even notices. And worse, a lot of people don’t seem to care about changing it. We’re in the minority, right? Why should society change to make the lives of the few better when the lives of the many are just fine? Honestly, the apathy so many people have towards those with disabling conditions (I know not everyone with ADHD considers themselves disabled but some do) – conditions that are often made worse by how our society is structured – makes me so, so angry and just so sad.

Day 25 – Symbols

To be honest, I’m really happy to stick to ribbons of specific colours; I like the simplicity. But I also understand that, at some point, the various colours are going to get too similar and people aren’t going to be able distinguish one from another. But I’m not sure how an entire community will ever be able to agree on one symbol. I’m more familiar with the various Autism symbols but for ADHD, I’ve seen the orange ribbon, the rainbow infinity symbol (which is often used in the autistic community), the butterfly, the rainbow butterfly. Ultimately, I think that what we experience with ADHD is too broad to be summed up with an image like an animal or a symbol because they have their own associations. This is why I like the orange ribbon.

Day 26 – Favourite ADHD Book

I’ve yet to read any books about ADHD, given that I was diagnosed in the middle of my Masters and had to give everything I had to that. Plus I’ve found it hard to focus when reading books over the last few years. But I have had multiple options recommended and I think these are the ones I’m going to look into first…

    • You Mean I’m Not Lazy, Stupid, or Crazy?! by Kate Kelly
    • Delivered from Distraction by John Ratey
    • Smart But Stuck by Thomas Brown
    • Taking Charge of Adult ADHD by Russell Barkley
    • Queen of Distraction by Terry Matlen
    • Scattered Minds by Gabor Maté

Day 27 – Identity Language

Personally, I don’t really have an issue with how people identify themselves; they should use the language they feel comfortable with and respect that in others. As a general rule though, I think identity-first language is important for the neurodivergent community. With conditions like Autism or ADHD, they affect the way we perceive and process the world; they are intrinsic to who we are, to our identities. Having said that, I’m not sure how identity-first language works with ADHD. With Autism, we have the word ‘autistic’ but there isn’t an equivalent for ADHD, at least as far as I can tell. I’ve seen people use ‘ADHDer,’ but I find that awfully clumsy and awkward to say. I don’t have any other ideas though.

When it comes to my own circumstances, I am autistic. Absolutely. But I still feel like I ‘have ADHD,’ maybe because it’s still a relatively new diagnosis and I haven’t had the time and headspace to process what it means and how it fits into my constellation of diagnoses and my identity.

Day 28 – Dealing with Boredom

I’m not sure I’m ever bored; I always have too much to do (or I’ve crashed after trying to do too much). The closest state I get to boredom is not knowing what to do and that’s usually because I feel overwhelmed by all of the things I could do. (@roryeckons’ post on this is great though.)

Day 29 – Favourite Memes

I’ve seen a lot of ADHD memes so choosing a favourite or even favourites is hard.

burning-candles

(x)

hmm-this-subject-looks-interesting-adhd_memetherapy-hyperfocused-deep-dive-till-death-by-exhaustion

(x)

EcmT8WSXoAEBVwt

(x)

EcpAUktWkAEzOE4

(x)

4lat5z

(x)

man-time-management-have-adhd-okay-shouldnt-take-long-between-an-hour-and-um-11-months

(x)

animal-adhd-is-superpower

(x)

can-do-all-three-things-brain-know-now-going-do-none-them-wait-232-pm-12019-twitter-android

 (x)

I could also share most of the memes on this page and this whole thread is hilarious (x).

Day 30 – Hyperfocus

I find the concept and research behind hyperfocus really fascinating. I was about a breath away from hyperfocusing on hyperfocus to write this day’s post (when I realised what was happening, I had to laugh) but I managed to reign it in before I really got lost in it. Some of the stories I read were fascinating. Personally, I love it when my brain hyperfocuses, although it can be annoying when I get sucked into something (or repeatedly sucked into one thing and then another and then another) at the exact moment when there’s something I really need to do. But when there isn’t an impending deadline, it can be so fun. I love going down the rabbit hole of a new subject and learning everything I can about it. Sometimes it’s resulted in essays about the subject and sometimes it even turns into a full blown special interest.

Day 31 – Acceptance means…

I don’t know what real acceptance looks like, if I’m completely honest. Yes, we can learn to and practice accepting ourselves and our friends and family can be understanding and supportive but I think acceptance – real acceptance – is bigger than that. Real acceptance is when ADHD is understood, acknowledged for what it is, and accommodated, and done so without persuading or convincing or fighting for it. But I don’t know if that’s a realistic expectation. How can that kind of acceptance be possible when we, neurodivergents, are the proverbial square peg in the round hole, living in a world that is not only built in a way that doesn’t accommodate us but actually disables us further? As I said before, when so many people don’t want the world to change, it can all feel deeply dispiriting. So I don’t know what we do in that regard. But, to quote Amanda Tapping, “The best thing you can do is to make your corner of the world as good as possible,” and so that’s what I think we focus on. We work on accepting ourselves and using the gifts we have to create as much good as possible, for ourselves and for others. Maybe I’m thinking too big when it comes to this prompt but there have just been a number of things recently that have just highlighted how ableist the world can be and that’s been upsetting. And much as it makes me want to flip tables and scream that the world isn’t fair, I want to focus on the good and the good that I can do.


As I said, this is still all very new and it’s a lot to take in. But I do feel like I’ve learned a lot by doing this challenge, both from my research and from reflecting on my own experiences. It’s been a mixed bag – some of it fun, some of it upsetting, and some of it overwhelming – but I’m learning and I’m figuring stuff out and hopefully it won’t be long before I feel a bit more confidant about it and about how I can manage the challenges that come with it.

Who knows, maybe in a year, I’ll do this challenge again and see how much has or hasn’t changed…