I'm finally typing on a laptop again and not tapping on a phone. It’s not perfect as the keyboard has been failing for a while and some letters don’t register if I don’t hit them right; the ‘e’ and the ‘t’ in particular. I’ve spent ages slowly adding a correction database to Word, so that it auto corrects anything missing letters and saves me a lot of time changing things.
I used to be a bit heavy on the keyboard when I’d get into the flow, years of pounding have taken their toll. It is 9 years old now. So I know I can’t write on it like I used to, and it still makes sense to dictate with my phone (laptop microphone doesn’t work), transcribe it, paste the text into ‘notes’, then start editing/polishing on the laptop as everything just appears there as if by magic. But there are times when I don’t feel like talking and just want to keep the silence.
It will get replaced at some point, but as I mostly use it for browsing and watching anyway, I want to make it last as long as possible. I'm like that. Willing to put up with failing things rather than use money to solve them. I make it harder for myself sometimes, but I accept this without feeling like a victim. Like, walking an hour from the station to my home wearing a heavy backpack rather than taking a bus or a taxi. Walking is good for me. Exercise should involve effort. I like to be creative and make my life work efficiently. It feels simpler, less thought and interaction with people and their systems. I don’t buy things most people would pay for. I don’t have an income. My savings are finite. And I'm extremely frugal. But it doesn’t really matter how much I have. I always do it this way. I don’t acquire things I don’t need, and if I need something I explore repurposing, recycling, a charity shop, then what might be reduced or on offer elsewhere, and never just indulge myself. I have to justify everything. Over think it. It’s not a free mind state. It’s OCD.
I have bursts of creative expression, and really enjoy the feeling, but eventually it stops. I disconnect without noticing. Weeks can go by. If I take a little cannabis, it might open the door to unexpected inspiration, and suddenly I'm seeing things I want to look at and talk about. If I write something and I like it, it encourages me to share it. If I share it and it is responded to, I feel connected again. Inspired to say more. I really need that. I feel like I'm missing it. And the cycle continues. The same thing happens with people. Connection, release, silence. Connection, release, silence.
I get bored easily. A side effect of high functioning. Intense creative bursts followed by silence. Always been this way. The most interesting people won’t hold me for long. Whether they’re talking to me, or they’re listening to me speak. Not long. I think I may be a bit bi-polar.
So isn’t it strange that I may have: ASD, Bi-polar, OCD, ADD, neuroses, paranoia, and perhaps a couple more things, and have no diagnosis for anything? So that in moments when I feel like I have to get assessed again, the high functioning part makes me seem ‘normal’. I know I’m not normal, but I can seem that way. Then, when nobody is looking, the mask of normality falls away, I breathe the air as myself for a while, before putting it back on to live in the world.
Some of my adjustment mechanisms may not be the best tools, but with no support and a whole life of self-adjusting, they work, but only for a while. Perhaps that is what being supported would actually mean; helped to function without having to deal with these constant cycles. I can only imagine what it feels like to be supported and not just having to rely on myself.
I am of course getting older. What I could once do easily takes more time. Writing for example. Expressing an idea coherently, speaking fluently, being who I am. More time and energy are needed. I have the time. I have the energy. I still want to communicate and be understood. I do what I have to do to do that. I’ll keep doing that as long as I am able to. If that ever changes, I’ll just have to come up with another way.