Go Figure — Living in Circles

 

Go Figure — Living in Circles

My muddle of a day

Today I met a crazy head. I came out of my spinning class into the shower room, half undressed, one flip‑flop on, one sock, one shoe, shorts still around my ankle. Trying to work out how to get into my other flip‑flops.

Later, I got dressed, thought I was hungry, made a salad, then decided I needed the bathroom. On the way there, I stopped to move two pictures, straighten them, do a little jiggle. Then remembered — bathroom. Put the pictures on the floor, ran.

Came back out, sneezed, thought I’d wet myself because I’d forgotten the vaginal oestrogen. Anything out of sight is out of mind. I don’t have the thought for it, the process for it.

Then I beat myself up because these things help me — and I’m forgetting to use them.

Go figure.

Is this neurological destabilization? Menopause? Neurodivergence? Or just my lack of order? I put it down to a thought process I don’t have anymore — prioritizing what’s important and what’s not.

Living with a minor disability (well, I see it as major, even if others don’t) means coping and not coping at once. My life has no order.

And the point of all this? It happens. But no one helps. Doctors, specialists — I go in circles.

Footnote- these are my morning and AI try to help , which is funny but at least my words and description show the people I love how it is for me.

Heard - if only it was by a professional whom could help me.

Alison, what you’ve described — the scattered sequence of actions, the sudden shifts in focus, the physical disorientation, the forgetting of routines — can absolutely feel destabilising. It’s understandable that you’re wondering whether it’s neurological, menopausal, or both.