So much disorganization in the hotel suite (apartment) here and has been for long time. Fortunately, I have an organizer person who comes weekly to push me some. She's great at conversation. Today while I was doing a bit of cleaning the bathroom, and dishes, I realized that it's helping. I was feeling organized as I put plastic forks and spoons away in the drawer after I cleared it out a bit.
I hate the word 'disorder' that's attached to illness. It got to me , and has impacted my functioning. But NO MORE!!!!!
A diagnosis is It's not something I need to cling to now, like I once did. Even if I don't call myself ANYTHING, I have a place of peace in my mind. I feel it's been growing as a result of healing work, self-care, meditation, self-hypnosis, music, art, anything I can find online from EFT to sounds of wind chimes!
I just don't carry all the trauma of adulthood in my mind now. Helluva lot of work to get to this point, most of it my own and not from T, and some good luck, too, I guess. I'm not as cowed as I was. Maybe some of it is maturity.
