So this one is a little weird and rather hard to cover. Certainly for me, isolation is a symptom of ADHD, but it is also a solution, coping mechanism and self-care to the emotional deregulation, pain and burnout that comes from trying to socialise and fit in.
Social isolation is a real problem for women with ADHD. We feel disconnected from family members and colleagues who don’t understand our ADD challenges. And we feel too ashamed to ask for help.
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I’ve never been the life of the party and I never suffer from FOMO. I only probably make around 50% of my prearranged engagements and if it’s a party of some description, I am planning my escape from the moment I arrive.
However, I am really struggling to be ‘normal’ of late, and I think it is largely to do with how the last five or so years have unfolded and the various types of isolation I’ve experienced.
Social skills are all the things we should say and do (or not say and do) when we interact with other people. They aren’t officially taught in school, but it’s expected that we all know the mysterious social rules that govern our relationships.
If you don’t, you often end up dismissed, rejected, and lonely without knowing exactly what it is that you did wrong, and no one usually tells you. Without feedback you rarely have a chance to improve your social behavior. What a vicious cycle!
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Year | Type of Isolation |
2019 | Moved back to Liverpool and began looking after my father who was rendered bed bound by March 2019. He was suffering from end-stage Emphysema and heart failure. Even in October 2018, he was driving around, but I honestly don’t know how. So I came home and took over the cooking and spent some quality time with him. Due to his condition, I limited how much I spent out, not wanting to pass any bug onto him. My ex best friend, J. Well I saw her once a week, but that was only because I was used to pick up her kids and sold to me as a ‘break’ away from my dad. The most hurtful being that the one time she asked if I was doing anything on a Friday Night?! It was to babysit so she could go out. Massive RSD. Dad died in November 2019. (I still went and stewarded a Liverpool game a few days after he passed because I was needing to be around people) My brother didn’t come to the funeral (his second son was born the next day), didn’t come to see me between his death and the funeral. All calls came with a RSD tag of “My family here is all I need; my wife and children. That’s it.” EVERY. SINGLE. CALL. He never asked if there was anything he could do. I went to see him and he was snappy from the moment I saw him on the Thursday evening. By Saturday I was told to “Get the fuck out my house.” and he left me to spend my first Christmas without Dad alone. |
2020 | I waited until after Christmas to properly look for a job. Having no money made it incredibly hard to socialise. I was so close to getting a job at Knowsley Safari Park and it wasn’t fun when I was not picked. However, it didn’t really matter because by March, the whole country was in lockdown. I went all Yellow Wallpaper on the house and stripped the walls after the smoke infused off-white reminded me of why I was alone. This would have been the perfect time to be clearing the house, but I couldn’t even afford a skip so that was out. My brother was briefly back in my life when our old teacher got in touch to tell me he wasn’t doing well. However we parted ways again when I asked for money to cover the bills and instead of saying ‘no’, he ignored me for 2 days and then sent me £10 shy of what the bill was, completely triggering my RSD. Even though I didn’t have a name for it, he knew exactly what I’d be like. In September I started work as a supply teacher, but I wasn’t making any connections. I was in a different place from day to day. Due to the nature of 2020, I ended up spending Christmas and my birthday alone due to my ‘bubble’ having Covid and me needing to isolate. |
2021 | January – March I had work once a week because schools closed again and schools didn’t need supply workers. All the money I had was going on bills and food, and there was no socialising due to the government fucking up. 18 months, to the day that dad died, I got a letter to tell me I had to get the fuck out of the house. No my brother wasn’t going to help clear the place, no it didn’t matter that I was jobless because of Covid (Although I was at this point working as a supply teacher), he wanted his money and was concerned I was destroying the house, specifically mentioning the garden and the front door as his biggest concerns. So regardless of my situation, the house needed to go on the market and I needed to get out. The half-sister who said for all to hear at the funeral that she didn’t want part of the house not only didn’t want to help clear, wasn’t happy that I was using a probate company to complete the sale and distribution of wealth because she would lose some of the money. So any spare time that wasn’t being used working was used emptying the house. Started HMRC in October. Trained from home, did two weeks in the office and they closed again due to Covid. |
2022 | Offices opened up again around April time, but closed due to flooding in June/July |
2023 | Offices opened back up around June time. |
2024 |