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Post by Mouse on Jun 2, 2009 7:31:16 GMT
put up some raised beds. I have just insisted my husband assemble the four raised beds I made him buy the other day ( and dig over the ground) - my friend now says that's like an 'obsession by proxy' I get to do the thinking but not the hard stuff.
I think OH is surely thinking - how long wil this 'interest' be interesting.. but i think it will be a go-er... and I have been hankering after a veg plot for several years ... am hopeful.
As for ladies shirts... if you are a fat bird (as I am) you get a larger surface area to iron over so the fiddly bits are proportionally less time consuming. Not a good argument for being fat of course but at least I can feel the iron has somewhere to 'travel' rather than just dab and jab over teeny surface area and difficult parts...
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Post by Mouse on May 30, 2009 10:04:08 GMT
At work I find it hard to click the submit button on any form that has the slightest imperfection... not so bothered on here obviously because no-one is judging.. but at work I know am making myself slower because I care and the perfectionism can take over..
I also talk to self but while customers are on the phone... and each call gets recorded so I have to blank off my mind or I'd spend the day cringing!
I recently had a meeting to discuss accommodations in the wrok place and I erally wanted to ask for a desk I could raise and lower as needed, but didn't.
at work I am sitting all the time I am on the phone but at home if I'm on the phone then I always pace. As I cannot walk about find myself jigglingi n my seat or my will have a leg jigging up and down .
My hands are always busy fiddling with bits of paper or doodling or tidying when they're not typing.
Although I want my work to be perfect my A4 notebook is a total mess - I rule a line down the middle of each page to corral the notes - and I am too impatient to write neatly.
"As for not starting things, that's much harder to overcome, and I'm convinced that the reasons for not starting something are, for me, more complex than just wanting to get something right the first time. There is a strong element of that present in me, but I also think I just plain find it difficult to get my thoughts together. "
roland this reminds me of being at uni, when I would lie on the floor to write an essay. I could get through a whole pad just trying to get the first para right... never finished an essay. Unlike you, I rarely had a clear vision of the end product!
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Post by Mouse on May 30, 2009 9:41:21 GMT
If people are surprised when they find out you haven't been to university and if they're saying you're clever then I think you should rest assured, you're intelligent!!!
Are people as a rule inclined to tell someone they're clever if they really don't believe it? (I mean when there's no apparent ulterior motive involved)
I really think you should go for it as you're diagnosed and medicated and you will know what you're up against - nto all the battle but most of it won! Take an access course and go for it!
Good Luck!
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Post by Mouse on May 27, 2009 0:12:19 GMT
I'm sure frilly shirts for men went out with 'Jason King'
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Post by Mouse on May 27, 2009 0:06:37 GMT
Hope you're feeling better about things today and commiserations re your situation. I can't remember where I read it but someone said that walking balances out the mind and it does work for me.
As for banks, when I get chiselled off with ours I go in there and 'discuss' the problem they have caused at great length and in a voice that Foghorn Leghorn would be proud of!!! If they try and whisper their explanations I urge them to 'shout up' because I haven't got my hearing aid in. I also insist on drilling down into their explanations and exploit any weaknesses in their arguments.
Their latest best effort was to cancel my husband's card instead of mine when I forgot my PIN and card was swallowed by cashpoint.
Personally speaking, I wouldn't give my bank the satisfaction of waving good bye to me until they cock up big time - for the timebeing there's more sport to be had from visiting the branch! (If I sound like a prize cow... I am, because not once has my bank expressed regret for anything or sounded like it actually meant it or cared.)
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Post by Mouse on May 25, 2009 9:23:56 GMT
never used a sleeve board, but I imagine that you thread the arm over the sleeve board - otherwise it just means that you're deliberately making life harder for yourself by ironing a sleeve on a tiddly little surface when you could be using the generous width of your ironing board!!! ;D Also if you use the sleeve board you don't have to iron in a crease at any point.
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Post by Mouse on May 21, 2009 20:20:02 GMT
Hello Jules.
Had to laugh out loud as not sure whether you meant to repeat yourself - which is most apt in view of the subject matter and possibly another sign of madness!)
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Post by Mouse on May 21, 2009 20:14:56 GMT
"I can't wear outdoors clothes indoors - I have to change into pjs or similar for indoors because they're softer/looser. "
I do that too - just feels wrong/unbearable. Cannot relax until am out of work clothes into truly comfortable flopping around clothes that cannot be felt. Not quite limited to 2 work outfits but only one style of trouser is comfortable so I have 2 pairs and wear and wash them. Dreading day they start falling apart from over wearing and overwashing...
Sudden loud noises are especially unwelcome - have to have control of the TV remote so can immediately silence adverts as volume as invariable too loud/too harsh.
My OH is a real plate scraper. He will make millions of tiny scraping actions to glean every last drop of food, especially bad when it's ice cream - I find myself shouting ' lick the bowl'!!!!!! whcih goes against all the instincts of a well brought up girl...
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Post by Mouse on May 21, 2009 19:42:05 GMT
You do know what the second sign of madness is, don't you? Listening to yourself!
On talking out loud. I was in Tescos last Sunday when a v thin/nasally voice announced over the tannoy 'caller at the back gate, caller at the back' 'caller at the back gate, caller at the back' and just at that moment a lady crossed my path repeating the words out loud. (for once I was just repeating them in my head) Hearing her made me grin involuntarily, so she looked at me and rushed on. I really wanted to explain but the moment passed.
Then when i was at the checkout I saw her in the next lane and felt obliged to catch up wiht her before she left to store to explain that I had nt been laughing at her but just relieved/ amused to knwo that I wasn't the only one who repeated those messages out loud. I felt a complete dick of course, but somehow felt that she would understand. I expect i was wrong.. but there you go.
I smile and laugh out loud when I am walking too. I know I come out with some really random stuff and it's not always easy to try and explain to OH what I even thinking of when I said whatever I said.
At least at work we are talking ont eh phones so much that opportunities for randomness are much reduced.
I think I'm getting odder as I get older.
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Post by Mouse on May 21, 2009 6:08:06 GMT
know what you mean. I was trying to explain the other day how much harder it is to form the good habits that will aid me.
"Sometimes no matter how hard you will it or try, the brain just won't comply" and othertimes that 'can't be bothered lethargy' overcomes all.
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Post by Mouse on May 19, 2009 21:36:28 GMT
Leo
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Post by Mouse on May 19, 2009 21:28:40 GMT
I think I may be able to help with the perfectly ironed shirt shirt unbuttoned
Cuff, sleeve, cuff, sleeve, collar, yoke, then work my way round the body of the shirt, starting with one side fo the front, then back section, then the other front section.
Rebutton shirt and cuffs, then fold or hang as required. Or you could join the army as they'll teach you how to iron!
I did go through a phase where I folded my towels obsessively - in the Anthea Turner perfect housewife preferred manner - but that was when we were selling our flat and everything had to be perfect.
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Post by Mouse on May 19, 2009 21:14:03 GMT
Hi Roland
You didn't jump in and I edited the question down so much all the detail went.
I think I was just totally thrown when she said she didn't know much about adhd and that little nugget was like a mini-bomb in my brain. It just kept whipping round and round in my head... nurdling all the thoughts. The person I saw was very nice - if she had been at all awful I think I would have been much more strident and verbal.
So it wasn't so much the person I saw who left me feeling troubled and disturbed but fidning mysefl in that situation, In retrospect I should maybe have expected it - and that's why I was wondering if I had been expecting too much. perhaps i was hoping for teh holy grail of answer to emerge from that meeting!
I don't think it helped that I had that feeling you get when you feel that trying to explain to someone who should have a good idea of what you're on about just feels like too much effort, that sense of having to start from the beginning almost. too much additional effort.
In the end I got so ruddy random (because mentally I had left the room,) that I know I was not making much sense.
I woudl like to draw a line under it all and put it down to experience but I expect now there be a ltter from that company to my employer HR dept andthen my manager and I wil ahve to discuss what accommodations we discussed... hopefully i will feel more positive about it by the time that happens.
On a positive note I did make first contact today with a potential new psychiatrist for the managment of my meds. but that is another post.
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Post by Mouse on May 19, 2009 7:24:28 GMT
Hi Roland
I see where you're coming from but I really had hoped that they would have looked into this first before the meeting - especially as they have had forwarning about the objectives of the meeting.
I just think it is a little different from the scenario when you take some info along for your GP or your MP, when you don't know how well-informed they are.
I feel that if they haven't prepared beforehand how can they actively contribute? They just become a paid intermediary and I might as well have discussed the matter direct with my manager.
I'm hope I don't sound angry at yoru reply or ungrateful for your comment - but I came out of my meeting yesterday feeling troubled and disturbed and wondering just what sort of message was going to be relayed back to HR.
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Post by Mouse on May 18, 2009 22:14:35 GMT
What would be your expectation of an appointment with an occupational therapist to discuss possible accommodations in your workplace?
Would they need to have any understanding of ADHD?
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Post by Mouse on May 12, 2009 20:41:25 GMT
You've placed your order, haven't you!! and now possibly having second thoughts? Modified to add: and I'm not sure that the cleaning materials form such a high and burdensome percentage of our shopping basket... partly because I'm not No 1 Housewife .. and so we don't get through tons of the stuff.
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Post by Mouse on May 9, 2009 13:39:08 GMT
I'm really sorry too to hear about yr job loss too.
Roland, I just wanted to say that when you apologise for your previous post turning into 'me me me', I don't think most people reading it would see it that way.
I'd rather see a thread made up of various experiences and viewpoints - always find it reassuring that I am not alone and also that my potted career history is not actually so odd - but perfectly normal for a person with our wonderful adder qualities.
I also think that moving around between jobs and shorter periods of working for an employer are very much more the norm these days - just down to the nature of the jobs market. Which is why it can be easier to 'disguise' this aspect of our CVs.
re my own CV and career history... I find I have turned into the queen of spin.
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Post by Mouse on May 7, 2009 22:28:20 GMT
well, the clearing dirty plates thing made me feel peculiar - I hate loading the dishwasher for that very reason... I feel I can tackle anything as long as I'm wearing rubber gloves and stress if I can't find them and have a dastardly cleaning job to do.!
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Post by Mouse on May 7, 2009 20:02:23 GMT
I have been on the computer for over three hours and I had no idea... I thought it was about seven-thirty but just realised how dark it is outside.
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Post by Mouse on May 7, 2009 19:54:12 GMT
I don't think we could really have an specialist software just for me because we all use this state of the art stuff and I can see it causing more aggro than I really could be bothered with.
I haven't been dxd with OCD as I never thought to mention it - it has never really got out of hand - probably because have been dealing with all the other stuff. Just when I am stressed it rears i's head more. You would not believe how much time I spend either shouting at myself or laughing at myself.
as for that ignorant person who just came and took a stapler from out of your desk - if I saw someone doing that and my hands were free I'd slap their hands. I have left all my stuff locked away - don't want it disappearing.
Also will return to work armed with wipes to wipe down keyboard, mouse, chair arms, desk, screen, etc etc.
I used to work in an office where I kept stuff like my stapler in my handbag.. cos if you start delving in another person's bag that is a whole different kettle of fish and I dare anyone to try that with me.
Edited to add: could you return the compliment and sit at her desk and leave lunchtime detritus!
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Post by Mouse on May 7, 2009 18:45:25 GMT
I think also it is the fact that you have time on your own there whereas before there was probably always someone else on the scene doing something. Hopefully it won't take as long as 6 months!
Once you start the settling in process for proper then you should feel much more comfortable and at home. The thing that made this place feel more like home for us was when we finally got satellite installed (no aerial here).
Somehow having the TV on in the background made the world of difference - especially when I was on my own.
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Post by Mouse on May 7, 2009 7:12:52 GMT
Many thanks for the link - much appreciated
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Post by Mouse on May 7, 2009 7:05:26 GMT
I am like that with labels. Cannot bear the scratchy feeling on back of neck. They seem to sew them in with fishing line and make the labels from pure nylon.
Cannot bear weight of fabric over my feet at night. Cannot get legs or feet settled if there is any pressure on them. Cannot wear anything in bed as will ride up, twist, be uncomfortable/unbearable.
Cannot bear tight waist bands, high necks, or sleeves in the way. Cannot bear my fingernails being long. I might grow them for a big event (eg my wedding) but as soon as event has passed I will cut them right back. (it is any pressure on the ends of them that makes me feel ill)
Cannot bear anyone touching my neck Cannot bear water running over my face, cannot stand with face in shower, cannot bear sensation of water on the bridge of my nose.
Miscellaneous sounds other people don't hear irritate the heck out of me.
As for whistling (I whistle when I'm happy. just v short exuberant bursts of builder style whistling. ) but hate it when people do that strange whistling through their teeth.
Fruit that is woolly textured - eg older apples or pears make me ill. wet cereal. I like my cereal swimming in milk but hate it when it has absorbed the milk and gone soggy.
I love fire and candles.
hate the way my mother in law is so tactile. Has to be touching or patting you to get your attention. Also is into bear hugs when we say good bye and it makes my skin crawl - generally I aim to get my backside in the car and seated, door closed and window wound down with a 4 inch gap for waving while the others are 'parting'. As for kissing people - I make a joke of not kissing but shake their hands instead.
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Post by Mouse on May 6, 2009 17:51:42 GMT
Hi Twix must have posted while I was having my negative thoughts!
I am in lucky position of having a job where I rarely have to attend meetings ahd the paperwork is practically nil - my dream job!!
I am on leave this week and do you know .. this is the first job ever where I have not had to spend a day tying up all the loose ends before I went on leave. Absolutely bloody marvellous not to have to work until midnight (and getting slower as the hours pass) making notes and sending off emails, and dealing with huge back log of filing from my 6 in trays.
I do appreciate your suggestions but regret most won't apply due to the nature of my current job.
Listening to music is regretfully not an option as i am taking incoming calls in a customer service centre - might be a conflict of brain attention if I tried to do both!
Have my own desk and my own computer (though prob will get backto find a temp has been sitting in my seat). I am exceedingly territorial about my desk. Hate it if colleagues paperwork spreads onto mine even by the merest centimetre!
Having said that I can apply things like... I need a break more often than the fifteen minutes we get between start of work and lunchtime.
due to getting so wrapped up in some calls - the long and convoluted ones - and losing track of time.. which does affect my call rate badly. I am going to see if I can have a freestanding clock of the sort that people who charge by the hour use. I mean for example, solicitors.. the legal sort (not the other sort).
At the moment there is no way of telling how long a call is lasting!
I think I may also need some training on how to wrap up calls but that is probably not a problem specific to ADD. I am the world's worst for saying something and opening up a whole can of unrelated worms!
But then again that might be because I am always thinking around the matter in hand and considering all manner of other and related things. Distract myself.
I'd love to ask for some specialist software for keeping track of call times but I think they'd get a bit twitchy
I am also finding it incredibly hard to get to work on time. Most recently caused by inability to leave the house without having to check the front door is locked at least three times. It's a pain in the backside and I have to sing my OCD song to reassure myself and get away.
I was never really aware of the OCD-type aspects to me as had pretty much managed to handle them / lose them /disguise them.. but may have to raise this as well.
Got to go as typing way too much now.
Once again, thank you both for your input. Will start on that list!
I know I will have to get a grandfather clock for the ladies loo. I go in there and find myself sitting and dreaming.. away with the fairies and I'm only having a little wee!
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Post by Mouse on May 6, 2009 17:38:12 GMT
I'm hoping, since this is supposed to be an all-singing all-dancing complete with bells on business that is supplying the service that they will know what ADHD is and will be coming to the party complete with a bag of gifts in the form of useful input.
I will be pretty pee-ed off if I have to start explaining what ADHD is.
Oh gawd, I'm in that sort of mood today. Let's hope I'm feeling kinder by the time of the meeting!
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Post by Mouse on May 6, 2009 14:28:00 GMT
I am meeting with my employer's occupational therapist soon do I thought I'd get several steps ahead and with plenty of time ot think I'd make a list of accommodations that I think might help.
So, I have been sitting on the 'puter trying to think of accommodations. Seems my head was swimming with possibilities when I raised the matter first.. but now absolutely bl** dy bereft of even the most daft suggestion.
I 'love' being an adder... or rather I 'love' knowing that I am an ADDer so at least I can understand why I am like I am.. even though it is so *ffing frustrating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I can either go in the garden and repot plants or I can go and make a cake to reward myself .. since sitting here thinking has felt like damned hard work.
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Post by Mouse on May 6, 2009 14:20:02 GMT
No regret not.. why, are you considering this as an option?
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Post by Mouse on May 5, 2009 22:19:40 GMT
Maybe more children are on Ritalin than Equasym or maybe the name Ritalin is bandied around more.
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Post by Mouse on May 4, 2009 18:45:16 GMT
As well as an animal .. what about a symbolic act of some kind... The word was that feminists burned their bras... I could have an inferno with my knickers - the fire'd be seen from out in space!
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Post by Mouse on May 4, 2009 18:25:33 GMT
we used to have a mouse in our old garden - stayed for a summer - we called him Elvis - he used to make the plants rock.
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