April, Awareness, Acceptance, Anarchy

Okay, I'll be honest and tell you there's nothing about anarchy in this post, I just got bored of the boring stuff. Unless I decide to throw something anarchical in for a laugh. Most likely my use of the "word" anarchical is about as lawless as it's going to get.

I absolutely did not plan to write anything on this topic (awareness/acceptance etc, not anarchy) during April. I actually got a bit tired of posts about autism awareness month, autism acceptance month, people supporting it, people getting cross about it, it kind of put me off Autism a bit, as it were!

BUT as tends to happen, I had a moment which got me thinking.

I had one of those jolly things, a meeting about me, yippee. They usually start with people giving a brief overview of what has happened since any previous meeting. I was happy enough with the first person's summary of our work, detailing how we had made reasonable adjustments and Peggy had worked very hard etc etc.

Then the second person said something in their update which gave me the moment. "Peggy has made lots of reasonable adjustments for me and my odd ways of working and needs." 

Why does that sound odd? Answers on a postcard or in a comment - please do actually think about it!*

That just made me chuckle, while you're thinking about it

It was said in jest and taken as such, yet speaks volumes. I know exactly what that person was saying when they said it (I think!), and I know that they know I will receive that message though it may be passed over by others as a humorous aside.

What that person was saying was, Peggy's needs are not a problem. Yes, she has idiosyncrasies and may act or communicate differently from some other people, but actually nobody is "normal" and it is everybody's job to adjust for everybody else. While we may have made a number of observable differences to our sessions to accommodate Peggy more comfortably, Peggy has also made many adjustments in order to access our (reasonably adjusted) service.

In fact, Peggy does this all day every day in order to participate in the world, because people with her idiosyncrasies are in the minority and would not always elicit respect or kindness were they to walk through life entirely unmasked.

The person was perhaps pointing out that by highlighting the reasonable adjustments we may be making the person feel more "other," more different, more excluded, lesser by reason of us having to do something for them, or wrong because they don't fit the standard.

Of course that was not what the first person meant, and neither did I take it that way. We have a good relationship and they have been very helpful to me, even if I don't agree 100% with everything they say. They were reflecting on how we had worked together in a way that worked for both of us and acknowledging that that is not a given.

But I have to say I was glad of the second voice. It reminded me that while accommodating and including are positive and necessary there is something even more beautiful: belonging. 

I have a suspicion that the second person "gets" me better than any other professional ever has because they have a similar brain. Not on a piece of paper, but just as I find understanding comes much more naturally with autistic people or other neurodivergent people, so it does with this person. My ways do not stick out like a sore thumb to them. I am not baffling or confusing, a mystery to be solved or somebody to be scared of.

In belonging a person is of equal value, equally capable, equally interesting (or boring!). They are not remarkable, and I think that is the key: when we belong we don't have to make extra effort to access the things other people access. We don't feel like a problem and our presence isn't a speciality but a normality. To be a natural part of things is what the soul needs to be well.

It's a drop in the ocean and I wish there were more voices like that in services, but every drop affects the water around it and perhaps it rippled one or two people today - it did me.

I will always belong here

*For a suggestion, maybe one day I'll write about medical vs social model of disability but I can't be bothered right now

I Stole From Anxiety

Outstretched arms inviting a thief. Offering a moment.

The warm weight of trust unreserved. The moment is mine. Close my eyes, dive right in. Sink deep. Our heads together; the meaning of peace.

Warm sun on our skin, soft breeze. Distant noise like a hazy soundtrack: lawnmower, laughter, birdsong, traffic. Warm breath moving miniature lungs.

Every sensation is treasured - to be bottled, if it would. Every muscle suspended in animation to preserve our bubble.

This stolen moment so freely given heals me more than all others.

The Shoes of Despair!

And here's another one - thank you executive dysfunction! I've waffled about executive function before so I won't explain it now, just a little reminder of some of the applications or implications.

The hole is so big you
can see my sock

I need to buy a new pair of shoes. This has been the state of affairs for several weeks, and that's a conservative estimate based on when I obtained the refund for the faulty pair. It's actually more like several months, depending on which precise stage of decay you choose to name "out of circulation," which is a little embarrassing. (The shoes are still in circulation because I have not replaced them...)

The thing is, I buy the same shoes for everyday wear. They usually last two to three years. It was hard enough this time round when I bought them in October, the previous pair having finally worn through to having holes in the soles. They don't sell the precise same ones any more so I ordered the three closest approximations to choose from. None were quite right, obviously, so I ended up with the two I couldn't decide between (why hello again executive dysfunction, lovely to see you!). Each had benefits and drawbacks and was better in a different context. I radically accepted this 😉

BUT THEN! Within a few short months one of the pairs was already dead, even by my standards. Noooo! I ignored the fact for a while, eventually I became conscious of appearing disreputable and it takes a while before I care about that!

Finally I caved and faced the truth. So I emailed the company asking for a refund so I could buy a new pair. Excellent speedy response, no quibbles, thank you Mountain Warehouse.

Less comfy but
more presentable

But, um, that was weeks ago and I'm still wearing the old ones, with a cold toe trying not to tread in puddles on wet days. I had a rough couple of weeks in March so once I surfaced from those I told myself it was only a week until the holidays and I would do it then. It is the last night of the holidays. I haven't done it. I have begun an online search several times and become overwhelmed and suddenly I am going to be faced with work again and have only the shoes I want to keep presentable or the shoes that will probably get me sacked (either for presentation or for health and safety - no open-toed shoes 🤣). Oh dear.

But buying shoes is too much brain. I cannot buy the same for they may die just as quickly. I cannot repeat the pair I have, for I need a pair with the complementary features that are better in different environments. I can't see any other similar affordable ones. Maybe I should branch out and try a completely different type of shoe, but WHERE TO START??? And so I don't. I write blog posts about it instead...

If you see me barefoot you know why 😉

Anxiety

Most autistic people live with frequent to constant anxiety at some level. For some it is relatively mild and/or manageable; for others, incapacitating.

I'm not sure whether any part of it is intrinsic to being autistic, but certainly the lion's share (not sure why the lion gets a share of autistic anxiety 🤔) is caused by living in a world where your brain type is a minority and most environments, systems and social networks are designed for a type of brain that's different from yours.

My anxiety varies wildly depending on all kinds of factors. Some I've figured out, like tiredness, sensory overload and social overload and others I haven't so it appears random. Sometimes I can go days without experiencing more than mild, ignorable anxiety. I can do and enjoy the activities I have chosen and the jobs I need to do - sometimes even things that aren't imminently urgent. At other times I know that the anxiety is more. I have to work at managing it, using different skills to keep calm and either acting the opposite and not allowing it to shrink or interrupt my life, or listening to what it is telling me and scaling things back as needed. And then sometimes it seems unmanageable. I can't do the things I want or need to do, I have meltdowns, shutdowns or panic attacks, and it is hard to recover.

Today I haven't had any of the big moments (yet!), but anxiety meant I did not speak to the person I've been trying to meet for several weeks who was finally in the same place as me. It meant I spent my half hour car journey doing breathing exercises and mindfulness to try and stay calm and avoid spiralling. It meant I didn't look for the person who's selling a balance bike I'd like for Little Peggy. It meant I struggled to concentrate on the talk because I kept having to retrieve my thoughts from anxiety-land. It meant I didn't chat to the person I wanted to catch up with about their recent visits to families with disabled children in Malawi, and whether there's any way I could help or links we could build with my work. It meant I nearly forgot to use my Tangle instead of harmful stims. It meant I had to talk myself into eating my meals. It meant noise was more noisy and stress was more stressy. It meant I didn't tell Mr Peggy how anxious I was until about the fourth invitation, at which point I still said very little about it. In fact talking at all is much more effort than normal - so I've been masking by talking anyway, which eats further into my spoon supplies (amusing metaphorical image...).

And probably a thousand other things that I didn't notice or can't be bothered to list.

Some of today's anxiety was inevitable with things that are coming up in my week. Some could have been avoided or reduced by better communication. It is compounded by memories popping up as usual and bringing difficult emotions.

So yeah. Anxiety. If you know any kind of ND (neurodivergent person - autistic, ADHD, dyslexic, dyspraxic etc) they probably live with anxiety. It might not look the same every day or in every situation: that doesn't mean they're making it up or that they're "acting out," being dramatic or manipulative. Their resources just aren't stretching so far right now. Please be kind. If you want to help, get to know the person and what helps to reduce their anxiety. Just asking is likely to automatically reduce anxiety around you even if there's nothing else we ask - many of my lovely Peggies have done this and it makes me feel more relaxed when they're around. Thanks people!

Communication failure strikes again

My PIP review form came this week. That's not what this post is about, but it does mean that at least this little incident served some purpose in reminding me that I am not a Round Peg. I often find tasks like this difficult because I think that I get on pretty well in the grand scheme of things and shouldn't be asking for or receiving special treatment like adjustments at work or benefits from the government.

But last week it turned out that not only am I incapable of sitting on a chair,* but I am not the world's finest communicator. 

I shall wait for you all to retrieve your lower jaws from the floor where they have fallen in shock...

I tried to go home sick from work on Wednesday. This is already notable, in all fairness. I am terrible at knowing when I should or shouldn't be at work: I do not understand the Line (except the one where you've been sick) and how or when to draw it. It is too vague; it is a fuzz, not a line. I had got as far as consider that maybe I should probably draw it. I could not bring myself to call in sick on teacher strike day. I would go in and give it my best shot, get through the day and arrange after school if I still felt bad that I wouldn't come in on Thursday (that is easier because it is planned and the decision is spaced away from the action and I know what to expect on the day).

After I got to work we were informed that our class would be closed and told where we each would be covering. Once the informer had left the room I realised I had only found out about the morning (processing time...). Located Person With Information. Asked what I would be doing in the afternoon. They said it hadn't been settled yet and I would find out later. Thought very quickly. Replied "OK, maybe if I'm not desperately needed I could go home: I'm really not very well but I didn't feel I could call in sick on teacher strike day."

The Person With Information saw me a little later and expressed sympathy, saying it was a strange day for us all and I could wait in my class until the pupils arrived if that helped. I agreed and mentioned that my symptoms (fever, intense headache and incredibly sore throat) were not helping either.

When I eventually went to ask what was happening in the afternoon, having already taken my lunch break because I was unable to find People With Information, I was told I was going to cover someone who was ill and needed to go home. I mentioned for a final time that I was also ill and went off as instructed.

They didn't need me for five minutes and I needed to fetch my coat and as soon as I left the room I found myself in tears. I had a little cry, washed my face and continued the day. I would like to say with grace and professionalism but I definitely whinged!!! At least I have enough self confidence to whinge about it - in the past I would have been so upset, and ashamed that I'd asked for something I shouldn't have, that I wouldn't have uttered another word about it to anyone.

The next day I went to school. And the next.

Now I bluffed it out and joked about how I was clearly well enough to be there because they hadn't sent me home, but genuinely, even though I knew maybe I should be at home, I also believed that. Remember I'm not good at making that call, and not confident in those decisions once made, so if someone says or acts in a ways that suggests I have got it wrong, then I assume they must be right.

By Friday evening I was taking antibiotics for Strep A throat and ear infection. That I have probably now spread to half my class.

The two problems were a: I wasn't confident in how ill I was or whether that was too ill to be at work, and after many years I still don't have a reliable way to make that decision and b: the communication regarding my tentative decision failed. Although I have managed once or twice in the past, I still did not have a reliable way of communicating that decision.

The thing is, at the time I only knew about one of those problems and so I believed I was wrong and should be at work because it had been judged to be so. The second problem only came out on the Friday when I asked to keep my phone on me while I waited for a doctor call-back. This was a different Person With Information and one who had only been present at my third attempt to convey that I was unwell (my attempts became clumsier each time, and I didn't reiterate the bit about going home because I had already said it so they already knew I wanted to and I didn't want to seem demanding as I have been told plenty of times in that setting and others that just because I ask for something doesn't mean someone is obliged to give it. A fact that I am only too well aware of).

Their understanding of the situation was very different from mine. They had not received that message that I had requested to go home, and assumed that I had not made it clearly enough to be understood. I got the impression that it was very much my fault that this had happened. I still don't know whether this was indeed entirely my fault or perhaps a little of the old double empathy. It is in the past and ultimately now doesn't matter.

When told that it is my responsibility to say I need to go home rather than work's to send me, I asked what I should do when I have made that decision and have asked and haven't been allowed. The Person seemed confused by this question and suggested the part about how I probably hadn't communicated clearly enough. But helpfully, they gave a script, so now at least I have a solution for problem b and I can't feel worried about it being too demanding because it is literally what I've been told to say. It's just very confusing when half the time you're told you shouldn't ask for things and then you're told you should!

So yes, the upshot is, I am not Round (for many other reasons than just this!!) and I will try not to feel guilty filling in my PIP review. It's not my decision whether they award it, anyway - I will just give them the information.

*that's a joke - one day recently I managed to fall off one in two different ways in the space of five minutes, causing much hilarity to myself and others

Sunny Day

Today feels like a happy day. The sun is shining, I know the plan for the day, I think the small person may have turned the corner in his illness, I slept a tiny bit more last night and I want to be happy. It's a good day to be happy.

But I am not.

I want the sunshine to take away the overwhelm of the past few weeks. I want it to render my nervous system regulated, to evaporate my array of painful emotions and to dance away with my negative thoughts. I want to just be thankful for all the positives in my life.

The sun is beautiful, wonderful and powerful but it does not do that. Some days, for a time perhaps, it does. Or perhaps it is not meant to.

Perhaps I am meant to sit, another day, with my companions overwhelm, fear, frustration, confusion, anxiety.

Try to self care, but what does self care need to look like today? Preparing for tomorrow so I am ready and not anxious about what needs to be done? Or investing the time in sensory soothing to try and bring my stress levels down? Calling in sick for tomorrow because I know I'm reaching my coping limits and tomorrow could ask even more of me than an ordinary stressful day at work? Or resolving to go in to distract myself from my brain, to prove that I can do this, because I'm scared about taking time off and because I can't let my colleagues down on a difficult day? Asking for more help, but what do I even want, how would someone help me?

I don't have the energy to figure it out - I don't have the energy to stop, just to keep doing the next thing in front of me (right now that's writing and then doing nothing. I know it's not any of the things that will help but it's all I can manage right now) and hope the rest sorts itself out. At least I tell Mr Peggy how I am feeling and he is there for me.

I try to make space for my new companion, compassion, in there with the old familiars. Compassion nudges black and white thinking and panic over a little, and lets anxiety lean on it. I'm not sure what its wise guidance is today, but I've asked it to join us at least. One step at a time.

There will be more sunny days - maybe the next one will be sunnier. One step at a time.

Hatty Christmas!

🎵With your hats and my hats and my hats and your hats the more we get together the hattier we'll be🎵

Attention, all neurotypes: This is your friendly neighbourhood reminder that it's OK and a good idea to do Christmas however it works best for you. Introvert, extrovert, lonely, content, anxious, peaceful, grieving, joyful, scared, however you're feeling.

This song has been going round and round and round and round in my head since it invented itself when Lil' Peggy brought me our hats for a walk yesterday. In case you didn't sing it in your head or don't know the original song, it is a truer and more inclusive version of the song "For my friends are your friends and your friends are my friends. The more we get together the happier we'll be"

Of course the original song is a lovely sentiment and probably designed to promote inclusion. And it's a pleasing rolling tune that's easy to pick up, fun to sing and sticks on your head. I like it. But it's always irked me that it's just not true! For me at least!

Other people's friends aren't always my friends. Although we may share friends or their friends may become my friends, occasionally we really don't get on. Certainly I may not have met them yet, in which case they absolutely aren't my friends even if they may be one day.

And I have a definite social battery, so "the more we get together the happier we'll be" just ain't it! I do actually like people and need to enjoy spending time with them, a discovery I was pleased to make a few years ago, but the quantity and frequency of my socialising needs to be a lot less than for many others. I need down time to recharge alone and space for regulating activities. More does not infinitely equal happier!

But with my hats and your hats, we will definitely be more hatty the more we're together (if hattiness = nHATS x tHATS, where n=number and t=time in presence of).

Some great adaptations I've made to Christmas the past couple of years have been to allow myself time out where needed (this builds itself in naturally with a small breastfed child, but I had planned for it before the child came along too, although I didn't get a chance to implement because of covid), and to only spend a few days at a time with people if going away. We do go and stay with people a few times a year either as a family or me and the smol, but I now know my limits and tend to keep it to about three days at a time because I know that this is about my capacity before the balance between benefit and difficulty starts to tip.

Knowing what is going to happen and what to expect helps me a lot and my Peggies-in-law are amazing at this - before we go to stay with them they send a suggested itinerary and meal plan. This is fantastic because it means we can make any necessary changes or flag up things they need to be aware of (Little Peggy can't have cow's milk so when buying things like pies from farm shops they need checking) and I know what is happening and what is available. I can also look at menus in advance so I'm not under decision pressure at the time, and I can decide how I spend my time depending on what will be happening (eg. if I know we'll be out all afternoon and evening I might spend more time in the morning away from the family to minimise overload). Even little things like deciding what to wear (inside/outside/formality of occasion) are helped by understanding what will happen when. It just helps my brain relax because I am often thinking about what is coming up in my day or week so I can be prepared for it, and if I don't know then that thought keeps buzzing round taking up brainspace because it's unresolved.

So. If you know something that will help you at Christmas (or any other time!), to quote (slightly out of context) a very wise Peggy who has helped me a lot "it's OK to say it."

Note: saying it explicitly may be more uncomfortable but may in the long run be more helpful because then others are aware and can help to make sure the adjustments that help you cope are kept to, or can show more understanding of any struggles or make different accommodations if they are not kept to.

And last but definitely not least, if you have been brave enough to say it and others have disregarded or forgotten about what you have said, that DOES NOT automatically mean you were wrong for saying it. It does not mean you shouldn't have said it, or that you are a bad person or that you don't deserve whatever adjustment you were hoping to make (or are still going to make, but are now probably feeling guilty about making). 

Sometimes things need saying a few times. Sometimes they need explaining a different way. Sometimes there's a compromise that will still meet your needs. Sometimes people will not understand. Sometimes understanding grows over time.

Stating that doing something differently would help you is not a character flaw or a crime! It might even help others too - inclusivity often benefits everyone not just the person it's "designed for." Or it might make others glad that they know they are maximising your enjoyment and wellbeing by accommodating your needs or preferences.

I hope you have whatever kind of Christmas time you need this year.