As usual this is the end of my week. Today is just laundry and music and weed. My week was kind of amazing. I was blessed with a tome of essential workplace lore: a notebook with a mixture of dramatic personal notes and letters and professional sketches and thoughts left by one of the contractors who built our garage. I read every word of it. It was magical. My best friend and assistant manager who had been talking about our morale issue like it was intractable brought in chili and potato soup Saturday, then homemade sweets to the meeting yesterday. She's better at this part of the job than she knows.
Turns out I didn't actually lose a friend recently. She was broke and turned off her phone for a while. Her carrier's phrasing sounded like she had blocked my number, but she texted me from the drive thru to prove she hadn't. Her shithead to-be-ex-husband showed up at the dispensary during this time telling me they were together and asking for her friends and family discount. I thought she blocked me so I couldn't chew her out. But she is still actively pursuing another man (a great guy who maybe isn't patient enough for this drawn our divorce =/) and clearly isn't living like her ex, who looks more and more like meth in human form. (tbh meth in human form would probably be a better person than him.) I am so relieved that I wasn't just betrayed like it kind of seemed after more than a week of "Message Blocking is active."
So awesome to hear you're doing well! That notebook sounds so interesting, and it's always great to know you aren't being blocked and ignored by a friend. Three cheers for laundry and music and weed!
lol, yessss, I checked in with my bipolar peeps but not my ADHD peeps. I'm really good rn, thank you for asking! I'm a trauma therapist, and I just got a client from a "famous" case in our area, which is interesting from a professional perspective and will definitely be challenging. And from a human perspective I just hope I can help this person. I also have yet another female-identifying client that may have ADHD, bringing the total to 6. I swear, we flock together.
I'm just grateful for what I have right now and trying to really savor it. Neither good nor bad times last forever, so trying to make the most out of today.
You're a truama therapist, then manage multiple neurodiversity communities in your spare time? You give a lot.
I also have yet another female-identifying client that may have ADHD, bringing the total to 6. I swear, we flock together.
I think neurodivergent people in general do. I have a sixth sense for picking out people with truama. If I really immediately click with someone, if I inherently understand and get along someone, they probably had some amount or degree of fucked up childhood. My other best friend is so because we are the two at work with CPTSD. There are a few people with PTSD, but we understand each other on a level neither of us gets from other people.
Thank you, I really try. My first career was in legal compliance in the mortgage industry, and it was such a wrong fit. I hated it and felt like I was doing nothing with my life. Ever since I switched careers, I have loved every minute of it. Found my calling and sticking with it, which sometimes means doing more than just providing therapy.
I have absolutely noticed that people with CPTSD flock together, and it makes so much sense. Another trauma survivor knows what it's like to be hyper-vigilant or have intrusive memories, just like you said. They also understandably tend to use gallows humor that people with great childhoods may not understand.