You mentioned the trickiest part for me, slowing the moment down. I have ADHD, and that combined with an overzealous fawn response makes it haaaaarrrrrd to keep "yeah, sure, no problem" securely
contained behind my teeth until my executive function really has a chance to even consider if it's something I can and want to do.
Sometimes it feels like it's all amygdala, all the time inside this head. 😉
ADHDer too and 💯 relate! The automatic responses come so very quickly...I'm learning to ask for a pause to consider more often. When I remember, and that's so much to do with my capacity at the time - how much I've slept, had me time, etc.
Yesterday I was sat in the barbers chair, an intimidating place for me a transman, and I began to worry that the barber was going to leave me with what looked like small wings on the side of my head. I started to get anxious, because I really didn't want to have to speak up when asked, "are you happy with everything?".
Depite the anxiety, when the moment came I did speak up. He sorted out the hair wings and I came home looking great, with gender euphoria peppered throughout my day as I caught my reflection.
He was a bit teasing at the end, almost as if he had been taken back by my assertiveness.
Awesome! Thank you for sharing.
So good!
You mentioned the trickiest part for me, slowing the moment down. I have ADHD, and that combined with an overzealous fawn response makes it haaaaarrrrrd to keep "yeah, sure, no problem" securely
contained behind my teeth until my executive function really has a chance to even consider if it's something I can and want to do.
Sometimes it feels like it's all amygdala, all the time inside this head. 😉
ADHDer too and 💯 relate! The automatic responses come so very quickly...I'm learning to ask for a pause to consider more often. When I remember, and that's so much to do with my capacity at the time - how much I've slept, had me time, etc.
Yesterday I was sat in the barbers chair, an intimidating place for me a transman, and I began to worry that the barber was going to leave me with what looked like small wings on the side of my head. I started to get anxious, because I really didn't want to have to speak up when asked, "are you happy with everything?".
Depite the anxiety, when the moment came I did speak up. He sorted out the hair wings and I came home looking great, with gender euphoria peppered throughout my day as I caught my reflection.
He was a bit teasing at the end, almost as if he had been taken back by my assertiveness.
Well I was too mate.
Well done! It’s so important to support each others wins, of all sizes!