Be the tiger

Now you know what you need and… you can’t give it to yourself
I still get stuck here sometimes, but I have to say this got better for me with age and effort (as in, introspection, therapy, etc). I recognized that for me, it was partially executive dysfunction and partially trauma symptoms. The former was addressed with medicine and creating systems (which i would not be able to do without the medicine), and the latter is still being addressed and will probably be a lifelong journey.
Sorry, I'm rambling here - what you said brought up a lot.
When it comes to tidyness, specifically in my case my room is immaculate (usually). The rest of my apartment looks like shit. I can only clean up after the other 2 people I live with so much before I just can't take it anymore. It's their fucking mess. They should grow the fuck up and pick up after themselves.
I don't need them to understand me. I need them to help take care of the place and stop only contributing to fucking it up.
- Yeah my wife has diagnosed OCD and if it cant be instagram perfect, whats the point? So I exist in a house that looks like earth in Wall-e because she knows where everything is and in what layer of what pile and if I move it I'm a colossal asshole.
  I literally kept a better house when I was an alcoholic shift working single 20 something and she cant fathom why I become a moody asshole living like this.

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God, I can't tell you enough how much the "there's not enough enrichment in my enclosure" joke has helped my mental health. Because, for some reason I can't comprehend, pretending that I'm a zoo keeper caring for an animal (which is also me) just makes everything easier to comprehend. Like "Your head gets screwey when you're apartment is messy" just doesn't carry as much resonance as "The tiger becomes agitated when its enclosure is cluttered" because then I'll be like, no shit? The tiger? I've gotta keep things nice and clean for the tiger.

Oh thank you! I should really do this for all of my image posts. Is posting it in a comment the best way to make it more accessible?
- That's what you have to do because I don't think you can add text to an image post on lemmy.

Your apartment must be as messy as your grammar.

edit: sorry, that was supposed to be a bad joke about the "you're apartment" in the post.

Dunking on people posting in a mental illness community. You must be a pleasant person
- not really but I do happen to have the very same mental illness.
  I'm still sorry for the joke though.
Who pissed in your cereal this morning?
- sorry

This is not the place for you then.
You sound like a delightful person. I am sure you have many friends.
Lol fuck off grandpa
It's like as though autism and ADHD are developmental disabilities. Oh no, who would have thought.
And we aren't even scratching the surface on the societal pressures on women 🙄
- "This is how I deal with my developmental disorders!"
  "You must have a developmental disorder!"
  Real Sherlock this one. What mysteries will they solve in their next caper? Tune in to find out! marks it on the calendar none of us remember to check
this is why we can't have nice things. artificial scarcity, artificial hurt. take it to your grave please.

This is more or less something I am actively trying. I just read Convenience Store Woman, and the way the main character/narrator thinks and talks about herself and her convenience store is very similar to how I think of myself and my dispensary. Tbh, I don't know if I've ever identified with a character more than Keiko. So I've decided to become the creature known as a dispensary worker. I have to take care of myself so I can be a good dispensary worker. I have to keep my life in order for the dispensary. It's very important to me, and I'm very important there.

I only just started thinking this way, but so far I'm encouraged. I didn't end the day so hungry it was hard to count money tonight. I made myself eat so I would have focus and energy to close. 2023 was a year of wild change, almost all for the better. In 2024, I'm going to stay right where I am and learn to listen to the voice of the dispensary <3

I love this post so much. I don't even know how to explain it, but it made me feel like I just drank a warm cup of tea and I'm brewing a second one, smiling in anticipation. 2024 will be a good year.

I mean this is an obvious life hack, and a quite strong one. It's similar to how the japanese think and talk of themself in third-person view.

This sounds REALLY good. Is there a name for this technique? Cognitive behavioral roleplay? Fantasy-sewn self-care? 😅