I made an appointment sometime last week (I don’t remember when) for what I thought was sometime this week. I then misplaced my iPhone (my lifeline) for several days. During that time I got a little overwhelmed with a variety of sticky notes that I was writing appointments on, because I could not get rid of them, because I couldn’t put them into my calendar. This sticky note I’d written the appointment on was one of them.
Yes, I could have entered my appointment and commitments via my computer, but I know you ADHDers out there know how it is when your hard-earned routine gets thrown off…it’s not just a matter of adjusting immediately, it takes time for the adjustment to stick. And should you start a new routine when you know that your missing phone is probably just in your home or car somewhere? I would then have to undo another routine and re-ignite the old one…no thanks. This is one of those issues that defines the term “impairment”.
Today, I called the office at which I’d made the appointment, thinking I’d missed it a couple of days ago and expecting to have to apologize and beg for a second appointment. To my surprise, the lady on the phone said “no, you’re early…it’s not until next week…he’s out of the office until next week”. I didn’t quite believe her because I was so convinced of my fault, so convinced that I had missed the appointment. I repeated what she’d said back to her. She laughed and said “yes, that’s correct”.
So I guess I AM the source of the confusion here…but I hadn’t done anything wrong yet. My self-blame was pre-emptive this time. I prefer this to having to apologize later and really, I consider this an ideal outcome, despite my self-flagellation. But the past four days of phoneless/calendarless confusion were stressful…as well as a perfect example of what day to day life is like with ADHD as an adult. I know myself well enough to know that I should worry when my calendar is not nearby. Taking charge of the situation by making the call to double check was the right thing to do, clearly. Making the call was a means of being responsible to myself AND to that nice person I’m supposed to be meeting with next week, NOT this week.
I did find my phone this morning, so life can go back to normal…just as soon as I dig out the rest of the sticky notes from my bag and enter them into my calendar…argggh….