I’m going to keep this short:
As we all know, the new rule is being implemented.
It’s going into effect during midnight and You. All. Know. What. This. Means.
Take care and make sure to respect the new rule and follow it thoroughly. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you twice.
Remember, this is serious, folks!
Reminds me of the time we had to clean out the garage. My mom asks me to come help. No problemo! So I head out to the garage with her and start picking things up and organizing. “No! That doesn’t go there!” she says as I put garbage in the garbage bin.
“Okay, what should I do with it?”
“Gimme a sec to organize this over here.” Minutes pass.
“So what should I be doing?”
“Hold this open.” Mom gives me a garbage bag and insists I stand there, holding it open while she rummages through stuff.
"Do you want me to organize the shelves or something?
“No, just hold that.”
20ish minutes pass. I’m doing the job of the garbage bin, which she insists it is important that I do this instead of literally anything else. I prop open to bag and just go inside to play Battlefield 1942. Like 30 minutes passes before she notices I’m not the thing holding the garbage bag open. She yells at me about something through the window. I pretend I don’t hear her because I’m a teenage boy with Battlefield to play.
This was over 20 years ago, and I remember it because 1) My mom apparently thinks I’m a mindreader; 2) It was a pattern of behavior where “You didn’t clean up right,” leading to a well-known phenomenon where parents don’t let their children make mistakes, so they never learn how to actually do the thing, causing them to develop problems as adults. Anxiety around chores, perfectionism and unrealistic expectations, hoarding, and so on.
When we were renovating our home, she kept insisting I was a bum for not helping my uncle (paid professional macon), he never asked for help, I went there “to help” and he told me and he didn’t need nor want help, and I couldn’t help him job in his job because I’m not a professional macon.
Is it an ND symptom to have basic resource management?
Dunno. I’m neurotypical (outside of depression/anxiety).
My mom do this too, like a drone operator. She want me to hold pictures or a shelf or whatever up on the wall so she can see how it looks… then she just disappear. After a few minutes I give up and usually find her in the kitchen smoking her pipe and re-heating day old coffee in the microwave looking at me like “what?”.
I guess it’s some sort of body-double thing where you just being there helps but she hasn’t figured it out yet so you just have to stand there.
She once got mad at me cuz she texted me asking me to move some stuff out of the shared bathroom (we were living together at the time), so I went and started doing it and she was like “I didn’t mean now!”
Then why’d you text me? Shes such a procrastinator she expects others to procrastinate as well, I was to feign being a procrastinator to not piss her off.
I’d teach her how to use the time-deferred text feature of the SMS app or whatever messaging apps she’s using.
That’s too much mental load for her. I need to figure it out.
Oof this is too real. I’m still learning skills I should have picked up 20 years ago