The resurgence of thought

Ice pillars in northern CanadaIt’s Saturday evening. I got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep this afternoon, topping off my 24 hour total of about 9 1/4 hours. I’ve needed to sleep like this. It’s been a rough bunch of weeks. Or rather, months.

After months of stress, including some really distressing changes to routine, I have finally found some balance. I’m finally back at a place where I can actually think complex thoughts. For some, not being able to string together highly complex thoughts might not be that big of a deal. For me, it’s brutal. It’s as bad as not being able to get up and move freely around the space, my back and legs cramping with intense pain. I’ve been there many times, physically, and it happens mentally as well.

Not that anybody notices. My low level functionality is more than adequate for the people around me every day. But it’s not for me. When I’m living at low-level functionality – that is, on the same level as most of the people I interact with on a daily basis – it’s as painful for me as the chronic, crippling pain was for me, 25 years ago.

But this isn’t about feeling sorry for myself. It’s actually celebratory. Because now I can get back to being me. No I can get back to doing the things that bring me joy on a daily basis.

I can pick up those books again, that I bought six months ago, and actually dive back into them. I can work on the writing pieces that I started last spring, and hope to actually complete them. I can dive into the kinds of mental and cognitive exercises that really do make me who I am, and live the joy that is my autistic life.

And I don’t have to be stuck in the conceptual equivalent of a sitcom or a vacuous reality show, slogging through each day, just trying to get to the end of it, so I can collect my paycheck and go home to collapse.

I can pull the manila folders out of my filing cabinet, open them up and rifle through the notes that I made, on and off, over the past four years, and actually make sense of it all. I can pick up where I left off, and as long as I can forgive myself for being susceptible to the exhaustion and overwhelm, I can actually make some progress.

I wonder sometimes what will become of my writing, when I’m gone. Will any of it makes sense to anyone? Will anyone care? Or will all the words just disappear into some shredding pile, or warm someone’s house as a firestarter in their fireplace?

I spend way too much time wondering about that. I need to just let it go

Because radio, right now, the only thing that really matters is that I’m able to work again. I’m able to think again. I am able to reattach the thoughts and concepts into a coherent stream, and make some sense of it all. I’m able to bring things through to completion, even as my outside life rages on with So much complication and conflict – most of it unnecessary.

I’ve said a number of times how difficult summer can be for me, in times like this, when I start to come out of my sunlight/heat/busy-ness-induced fog, I get yet another reminder of how true that is. Autumn is in full swing. We’ve changed our clocks, so it’s cold and dark, just the way I like it. It won’t be long before snow starts to fly, they will find myself out of my driveway, yet again, pushing the white fluffy stuff around. People will withdraw. Hibernate. And my mind and I will be free to do the work we need to do.

There’s part of me that wants to conceptualize this pernicious debilitation at the hands of overwhelm as a disability. And in some ways, it is. But in other ways, it’s just more background noise. It’s just another aspect of my life that adds texture. At least, I can keep working my paying job to keep things afloat, while I struggle to find balance in my own life.

If I were unable to earn a living, while this is happening, I don’t know what I would do. But that’s not one of my problems. There are other things that keep me on my proverbial toes.

For now, I just need to be immensely grateful that I’m able to think again in the ways that I want most to think. That’s a lot to be grateful for, and I really, truly am.

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