The whole self-care thing is teaching me a bunch of really valuable lessons. It’s biting me in the ass, to use a turn of phrase. And yes, the visual of a dog biting my left butt cheek is pretty much how I’m feeling, right now. That, and electrical wires overheating and bursting into flames. (see above)
I have to do a better job of managing my energy as well as my workload.
And I have to give myself more time to do things. I’ve been pushing the limits of my time management skills, and it’s clear I can use some help. I need to develop skills. Back in the day before I was formally assessed as #ActuallyAutistic, I could semi-comfortably ignore my energy limits and just force myself to go on autopilot.
Over an extended period — years, really… years and years — that builds up and fries my system. Like electrical wires that are overloaded… something’s gotta give.
And that something is usually myself.
So, I’ve got to do more proactive managing of my issues. I could conveniently ignore my limits before… and then wonder why in heaven’s name I was doing so poorly.
No more. Partly as a result of the official autism assessment, and just getting a bit older and more experience (and wiser, too, I can always hope), I’m just not able to brush all that off anymore and pretend it doesn’t matter.
I had one yesterday.
Before I had finished my day, and I still had to stay functional and able.
I pulled it together, but…
Not much fun.
So, let’s back up, shall we, and re-examine our habits and approach to resource management…