The ADHD Scramble is a thing. Trust me.
And we all do it. Even those of us who have Inattentive Type ADHD.
There comes a time when we have things to do and no time left and our minds and out lives become a donnybrook of activity.
And even the inattentive among us are scrambling in our heads, you may not recognize it to see it, but we are.
And we are stressed.
Stress does not help.
Stress, in fact, makes things worse. The symptoms of ADHD that got us into these situations, impulsive decisions, easily distracted attention, our need for near instant gratification, all of these things become more pronounced.
And before you say it …
Before you click comment down below and suggest that we just need to organize our time better, ask yourself if you really understand ADHD. Because if that is your helpful hack for living with ADHD I assure you ,you know nothing about it.
Telling us to manage time better is like telling someone with protanomaly color blindness to just stop ignoring the red things.
That’s right, it’s stupid.
To be fair
We have coping mechanisms that do work to some extent. But to extend the analogy of time blindness and color blindness, our coping is a lot like my father deciding that something isn’t a shade of blue or yellow and is likely not green or orange or purple so maybe it’s red?
In order to remember things I need to take care of, I have to put them someplace where they will be in my way, and then hope that I’ll go that way at the right time.
The ADHD Scramble
The scramble I alluded to earlier is what happens when I realize that I have a lot to do and no direction I can turn without tripping over things I need to take care of.
And I got into that situation by believing that I was doing okay, because I was utilizing my coping mechanisms and setting myself up for success.
With the poor time management skills I own it is easy to believe that I have all the time in the world to look after anything I might contemplate taking on.
Since I can’t judge how long a thing will take, and I don’t always remember how many things I’ve taken on, even if I’ve arranged to be accountable for them all, I’m often left scrambling.
The accountability is external. It’s putting the laundry basket on the stairs so I remember to put the laundry away, it is not remembering that I have to put the laundry away.
It’s a thing.
An ugly, rotten, dirty, miserable thing that we deal with all the …
Ha. I almost said all the time, but seriously, how would I know?