(I mean, probably neurotypical women also have a shitty time during perimenopause because it basically sucks? But I've been deep into a "would the squirrels in charge of my brain be better behaved this year if I had sought diagnosis/support in, like, high school when it might have actually helped?" rabbit hole lately, so, yeah. Maybe I should get the squirrels out of the rabbit hole, just as a starting point.)
Willow ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Squirrels do love rabbit holes
I have been reading a lot lately on how high-masking smart neurodivergent women just FALL THE FUCK APART during perimenopause because all of the coping mechanisms we've been using since puberty were built on a foundation of mostly reliable hormone levels, which, as it turns out, were pretty important for day-to-day functioning.
Seriously, just @ me next time.
The thing that has helped my fuzzy memory the most is writing EVERYTHING down. I have two different magnetic notebooks (the pages are edged with iron ink and can be removed and reorganized as needed); one for work, one for personal life. Lists and things written in an app or something just slide off my memory, I need the muscle memory of writing things down.
When I hit menopause, not only did my (previously excellent) memory fail me, but my emotions were all over the place - mostly angry. And I was having hot flashes in an overheated office, which did nothing to help.
It will calm down. Really.
I have to write down anything important, or else it's lost through the perimenopause sieve of my brain forever.
I need the muscle memory of writing things down.
This has always been and continues to be very important for me. I typically write everything down and then never look at the notes again. I am intrigued by these magnetic notebooks, though.
First of all fuck menopause and double fuck the patriarchy for VIRTUALLY NO RESEARCH INTO IT.
Second (preaching to the choir) grief is exhausting and nonsensical. I don’t want to do anything and everyone is annoying me (I’m being snappy) simultaneously I’d very much like to be around people doing something.
I feel you, msbelle. It sucks.
I am not yet in the perimenopause crew, but I have a composition book for at work and a very nice leather multi-notebook thingy for everything else. I imagine new-baby-brain is not dissimilar. Someday I hope to get a full night's sleep again.
Magnetic notebook! These things are like magic.
Grief, any type, is so weird and debilitating. A very old friend passed yesterday, and all of us who knew him are flailing. My life wouldn't be what it is today if I hadn't met him.