Vander571 wrote:
Hey All
All my life I seem to get stuck in some kind of rut of doing the same thing over and over. I know in my mind what I need to do but can't seem to process how to do it.
Some examples
I would hang my washing up without pegs. I just automatically would hang it up this way. When the washing blew off the line, I would race out and pick it up. I never made the connection to buy some pegs, even though I probably had an image of pegs in my mind somewhere. Just not making the connection.
8 years later.
One day I saw an image on Pinterest of some wooden pegs in a craft idea to hang photos. Brain click! Oh, they would be good for hanging the washing.
I washed my clothes etc by hand for 3 years because I could not figure out how I was going to get a washing machine, where to get it and how to transport it. Just by chance someone gave me one for free otherwise I would probably still be stuck in the same cycle.
Same deal with a fridge. I had a crappy bar fridge for 3 years until I stumbled on a full size fridge on the FaceBook marketplace and the guy even dropped it off.
Same with food, I eat the same thing day after day because trying to begin cooking/eating something else is overwhelming. The image of other food is in my mind but I can't seem to get started.
It's like. I know where I am. I know what I need. But I can't figure out the steps to get there, or can't figure out where to start, or the whole thing is just too much.
It's like my mind gets stuck
Does this sound something like Autistic Inertia?
Haha! You sound just like my mother! She is like that!
With me I am very good at starting things but not so good at finishing them!
Have fairly recently had difficulties with remembering the process of how to do things after the last burnout. Things I used to do without thinking. Can get stuck on something wondering why and then as if something clicks inside and I am like "Oh yes. How come I couldn't think how to do that?"
Examples of my Mum though....
Years ago back in the very late 1970's a local insurance man (They would go door to door in those dsys) brought us two goats as we had land and in the coldvwinter there had been snow and he could not get to them. So he wanted us to have them.
One needed milking so my Mum got ready to walk down to the phone box in the village to phone for the vet to show her how to milk. The man who lived opposite asked where she was going and she told him, and he said "No need. I will show you as I used to have to milk as a child before going to school". So he came over and showed her how to milk.
That one goat was pregnant and we had a goat kid, and later had more goats... And my Mum would milk them early morning and in the evening, whilst doing other things like cut the wood for thr fire and the things needed to run the house (Smallholding).
After years of milking, another person we knew who kept goats came to visit and saw her milking in the morning.
She asker her "Why do you milk using just one hand?"
Mum thought about it. The man who taught her only had one arm! It never occurred to her she could milk using both hands! Haha! Thats my Mum!