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When Everything Falls Apart (And You’re Still Expected to Hold It Together)

When Everything Falls Apart (And You’re Still Expected to Hold It Together)

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There’s this thing that happens when you’re neurodivergent and life decides to absolutely demolish whatever fragile systems you’ve built to keep yourself functional.It’s not just that things fall apart—things fall apart for everyone. It’s that when you’re ND, you’ve spent years (decades, really) engineering these incredibly sophisticated scaffolding systems just to do what other people seem to manage automatically. And when crisis hits? That scaffolding doesn’t just wobble. It disintegrates.Last year taught me this in ways I’m still processing.💭 And by “processing,” I mean “occasionally lying awake at 3 AM wondering how I’m still upright.”The Morning Everything ChangedIt started ordinary enough. My partner was taking the dog out—just another morning routine in our carefully constructed life. Except she mentioned her eyesight wasn’t quite right.💬 “But I’m still going to take the dog out.”Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. Which is weird for that time of morning. Strange enough that my brain flagged it immediately—that’s not right, that’s not the pattern—before I even opened it.She fell through the doorway.I caught her. Called emergency services. Watched as the life we’d been building got loaded into an ambulance.Stroke.She was in hospital for weeks. I stayed with her for two months while she recovered, watching someone I love struggle with tasks that used to be automatic. Watching her face the same kind of cognitive challenges I’ve been navigating my whole life, except hers appeared suddenly, traumatically, without the decades of coping mechanisms I’ve had to develop.💭 There’s something particularly cruel about watching someone you love experience a fraction of what you deal with daily and seeing how hard it is for them. It makes you realize how hard it’s been for you all along. And also how resilient you’ve had to become without even noticing.The Impossible EquationHere’s where the neurodivergent experience gets especially fun during crisis:I’m in London because that’s where work is. My partner and daughter are elsewhere. My daughter is three years old and needs her dad. My partner is recovering from a stroke and needs support. I have ADHD and dyslexia, which means sustained separation from my family while maintaining work responsibilities while managing crisis is...Let me put this mathematically, because sometimes numbers help:Executive Function Required = (Work demands × Physical distance) + (Family crisis × Emotional load) ÷ (Support systems - Geographic isolation) × (Neurodivergent processing challenges)The answer? Does not compute.And yet. Here I am. Computing it anyway. Because what’s the alternative?What Isolation Looks Like When Your Brain Already Feels IsolatedThere’s the regular isolation that everyone talks about—being physically separated from people you love, missing important moments, feeling disconnected.Then there’s neurodivergent isolation during crisis, which is... different.It’s not just being alone. It’s being alone while your brain is screaming for dopamine, for routine, for the exact structures that have just been obliterated. It’s needing to talk through your thoughts to process them (hello, ADHD verbal processing) but being physically separated from your people. It’s needing familiar environments to function optimally but being split between two locations because life demanded it.It’s watching yourself struggle with things you “should” be handling better while simultaneously knowing that of course you’re struggling—your entire support infrastructure just collapsed.💭 The cruel irony: I’ve spent years building systems to support other neurodivergent people, teaching them how to construct sustainable structures for their lives. And then life said “lol no” and knocked mine over like a toddler with blocks.The Mythology of ResiliencePeople love to talk about resilience. Especially when talking about neurodivergent people or people facing challenges. “You’re so resilient!” they say, like it’s a compliment.But here’s what resilience actually looks like in practice:It’s trying to be consistent for the people who’ve asked for your help while your brain is doing backflips trying to remember what day it is.It’s showing up for work calls while calculating whether you have enough executive function left to also remember to eat lunch.It’s being present for your three-year-old daughter during precious video calls while part of your brain is spiraling about all the moments you’re missing.It’s holding space for your partner’s recovery while your own mental health is doing that thing where it pretends everything’s fine until it absolutely isn’t.Resilience isn’t strength. It’s the exhausting mathematics of rationing a finite resource (your cognitive capacity) across infinite demands.And sometimes—most times—the equation doesn’t ...
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