Task avoidance.
I do emphatically NOT have a solution to offer. Or sell.
I have call... a request?... for action.
To do lists and behavior mod ain't working. Let's do something... different?
I'm autistic. ADHD. I've observed my avoidant behaviors... crippling, disabling behaviors... for some decades.
Around deadlines. Promises. External commitments...
One career they destroyed? Mental health counseling. I savor the irony.
Cuz I've read, studied, applied, and even taught so many systems... meant to support these behaviors. Tried to create a half dozen or so for myself.
I'm a slow learner of new things. But I learned one lesson. Hard. Deep. Hurtful.
Insight ain't all it's cracked up to be.
We're all full up with executive functioning here. Our CPU... and GPU...? Both red lining.
I can't add ONE monitoring task without crashing. Not. One.
Knowing deep in my bones the symptoms of my impending avoidance, their causes, many techniques that "have worked for many"...
I have not been able to change the result.
All I get to do is... watch. Time after intermittent time. That's it. Sometimes I can work. Sometimes I cannot.
Support systems that I'm familiar with have failed me. Every one. Just given me demeaning, pathological names for my inherent nature.
Please no “helpful” diagnosed of PDA in the comments?
Oddly? This reminds me of this story...
I was just trying to sell my computer magazine in the mid 1990s. Unix World. Business to business computer rag.
I'm sitting in the Berkeley Peet's Coffee talking to a tech investor guru name I won't drop. Sparing all concerned embarrassment. It's going well. We're talking numbers. Detailed questions. I'm getting excited. He's smiling.
Suddenly. He taps the table. "So this all looks... interesting." Looks up from the VisiCalc spreadsheet. I remember gentle gray eyes. "Question."
"Yeah?" I'm ready for him to talk price. For my publishing company, staff, subscribers... ya know, valuables.
"Say... I buy this thing." He pauses. "I have staff. Pros. You're editor & publisher."
He sips his straight American coffee. It was a fad for a moment. A reaction against elitist caffeine. Along with coders refusing to wear ties. Looks away. Then...
"What do see *you* doing?"
Yeah. Instant brain freeze. Tied tongue. Stammering. Hello Neuro-Darkness, my old friend...
"Well... I'm. I'm... the idea man. I'm the heart and soul...of this thing." Think. *What's he want from me?*
I blurt out, " I'll make you...I'll make you... a ton of money."
Mother of All Awkward Pauses. In this life, anyway...
"Everybody's got ideas, son. It's who can execute them." Pause. Sets his empty cup of tragically unpretentious joe down.
"Listen, let's both think about that. I might like to buy your idea." Beat. Beat...
"I'll be in touch."
Never happened.
Not every article must have a moral. Or a to do list. Or a solution.
Sometimes I think a call to action suffices.
I do emphatically NOT have a solution to offer. Or sell.
I have call... a request?... for action.
To do lists and behavior mod ain't working. Not 7 Easy Game-Changing Habits I Just Invented. Not Nothing’s Getting Done(NGD™)...
Let's do something... different?
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