In Ontario, each eligible voter receives a card in the mail that they bring with them to their polling station. If you do not receive your card, or have misplaced it, no worries, You simply need to prove your address and your identity. A property tax bill and a drivers license is what I used yesterday when I discovered that I couldn’t find my voters registration card.
That’s right, I received my card in the mail several weeks ago and with complete ADHD inspired confidence, I put it someplace safe. Sound familiar? Of course it does. I’ve done this before, you’ve done this before, I’ve written about it in past blog posts (I used to write another blog, but we won’t talk about that now).
The point is, we do something that makes good sense, I put my voters registration card in the perfect place. Then, thanks to our ADHD, we retain the idea that we took care of an organizational problem, but not the details of how. The slightly euphoric feeling of having solved a problem is what we hold onto.
Long story short, I spent some minutes looking in what I believed were the obvious places, on my desk, in my desk drawer, with the bills, by the phone. I’d concluded that I might have recycled it and went on line to determine what I needed to bring with me to be allowed to vote.
You know the rest of the story already. I cast my ballot and went on with my day. The day in question was a busy one.
While I was out and about I got an email from my brother asking if I was free on Saturday to go for a motorbike ride. I replied that I’d check my calendar when I got home. Later in the afternoon when I got home, I did just that. My calendar on my computer showed nothing. But to be on the safe side I checked the paper calendar on the fridge, I do sometimes write appointments there intending to
transfer them to my computer. The calendar on the fridge was still showing September. I took it off the fridge door and folded up the page to October … and found my voters registration card.
I’d stapled it to October so I would know it was there. And I would have, if I had been reminded to put my calendar ahead. I’m not alone. My dinner date last night was a friend who struggles with the same issues as I. She also had misplaced her voters registration card. We don’t know where it is yet, but it’s someplace clever and helpful. We’re sure.
And my vote? I backed a dark horse I thought would speak up on behalf of the disenfranchised, the marginalized, and the stigmatized … and he lost. I hope he isn’t going to let a little thing like that stop him from doing the things I expected of him. After all, I voted for him, supported him. I think he owes me a little support in return.