Time - He's waiting in the Wings: one of my favourite Bowie songs when I was just a little Glam Rocker with my platforms and satin jacket......and now he seems to be lurking and hovering in the wings and afraid to do his part.
Time in my head is kind of linked to energy. As I 've said before, I'm sure I've suffered from the bastard illness almost ever since I was a little Glammer in my own eye. I've had periods with no energy; periods with more energy and some periods when I had strange bursts of energy that seemed short lived and urgent like a sparkler fizzing towards the end of the wire: I had to be busy and get everything done before the energy disappeared up my own Roman Candle in a puff of smoke.
One of the things that seems to have changed in the last seven years since I became an official PWME is that time is all askew. My relationship with and experience of time and space no longer seems in sync with other peoples'. At the start, this was because my sleep patterns were so awry that I slept in the day, woke at night, crawled back at 3a.m. and woke at 11 a.m. or 1 p.m. I still have periods when my sleeping is askew but mainly they are just that --- periods, phases.
However, what I cannot seem to get used to ---- even after all this time ---is that everything takes longer.
My energy levels mean that I'm slower. My confusion and memory lapses mean I often have to do the smallest things several times over before they are right because I forgot where I was, where I put something, what I was thinking. My concentration means that I'm easily distracted or sent off in another direction. And then, even when I seem to have grasped the nettle and I'm finally on track, I get tired again so it's time for bye-byes and a nap.
The 'nap' might be 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours and that’s a big chunk of the day when it takes you nearly an hour to wash up the breakfast things and the children are home again by 3.30 or you have to be out at 2.45 to collect them.
I think that, apart from all the other numpty howdedos of the last few weeks, that is why I have become so tired and frustrated since Xmas: I had all sorts of things kind of planned, that I wanted to do and thought 'Yes, by the second week of January, I 'll have done 'x' and then I can do 'y' and that’ll lead to 'z'. That's how it was when I was at work. I was organised, methodical had a plan and stuck to it. There were always plenty of irons on the fire, pots on the stove, plates spinning (probably part of my downfall !) and now the irons stay in the bloody fire til they melt, the pots boil over and scald the hob and the plates wobble and topple and smash and I still cannot get the idea that it is all possible but that it just takes longer.
I will get there in the end but sometimes 'the pretty way' doesn't seem all that picturesque.
As a P.S. to the last post about the Arts Council's failure to support Disability Arts: there is now a Yahoo Group; Disability Arts Defence to campaign about the cuts and the erosion of the Disability Arts Movement
