BiBunny
Moon Queen & Wanderer
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Does anyone else have this problem?
I know the answer to any question that begins with "Does anyone else...?" is always yes.
For the purposes of my particular situation, I'm addressing it from a pyl-type's perspective, but, as always, everyone's input is welcome. This is far from being only a pyl or even a BDSM problem.
I cannot ask for help when I need it. I am way too proud, and I guess I'm afraid people will think less of me that I can't handle everything.
But, on the other hand, I am so easily distracted. I suck at prioritizing. I can't multi-task to save my life. I have an overwhelming amount of stuff to do, but I still manage to lose large chunks of time just fucking around (case in point, making this thread) because I simply don't know where to start. Then, I have no idea where the time's gone, and I still haven't accomplished anything.
My brain stays foggy; I can't focus on anything for any length of time, and I am the queen of the scatter-brained. I can't remember SHIT, and, dear God, I lose things left and right. Any distraction--the phone ringing, the dog wanting to be let out, the laundry finishing drying--turns into something that interrupts my train of thought so severely that it takes forever to get back on track. I can't make decisions about what to do, where to go, what needs taking care of first, etc. Wash, rinse, repeat, every day of my life. I've always been this way, but it appears to be getting worse as I get older instead of better as I'd hoped.
Master, who has the disorder himself, believes I have ADD, the inattentive form, not the hyperactive form. There could be some merit in that, but I also hate to blame what is possibly pure laziness and lack of self-discipline on some sort of disorder, as that seems to be a way of avoiding responsibility. So I'm not going to focus on that right this second.
For those of you who don't know, I'm self-employed. The good part about being an independent contractor is that you can do what you want, when you want. The bad part about being an independent contractor is...well, that you can do what you want, when you want.
I actually enjoy my work. I just get overwhelmed with the sheer amount of CRAP I have to do to make decent money. I feel like I'm stuck in some kind of rut and can't progress forward, so apparently, my brain has just said, "Screw it" at this point.
I didn't start this thread to ramble about my own lack of self-discipline, however. I just wanted to give a wee bit of background, so y'all could understand where the initial question came from.
Anyway, Master and Mistress are always like, "You can come to us about anything," etc., etc. They know I'm struggling, but I've hidden the sheer magnitude of the whole thing because I'm ashamed. I mean, this is kid's stuff. I'm 25 years old. I really shouldn't still be having the problems I'm having.
Part of me knows I should ask for help. Not like, "Please beat me when I screw up," but "Please help me prioritize better" or something. But a larger part of me is afraid they'll think less of me if they realize how screwed up I am at the moment.
I'm sure at least a few of you have had similar experiences with wanting to ask for assistance from the people in your lives, but being embarrassed about telling them you're not Super(wo)man. How did you handle it?
Muchas gracias.
I know the answer to any question that begins with "Does anyone else...?" is always yes.
I cannot ask for help when I need it. I am way too proud, and I guess I'm afraid people will think less of me that I can't handle everything.
But, on the other hand, I am so easily distracted. I suck at prioritizing. I can't multi-task to save my life. I have an overwhelming amount of stuff to do, but I still manage to lose large chunks of time just fucking around (case in point, making this thread) because I simply don't know where to start. Then, I have no idea where the time's gone, and I still haven't accomplished anything.
My brain stays foggy; I can't focus on anything for any length of time, and I am the queen of the scatter-brained. I can't remember SHIT, and, dear God, I lose things left and right. Any distraction--the phone ringing, the dog wanting to be let out, the laundry finishing drying--turns into something that interrupts my train of thought so severely that it takes forever to get back on track. I can't make decisions about what to do, where to go, what needs taking care of first, etc. Wash, rinse, repeat, every day of my life. I've always been this way, but it appears to be getting worse as I get older instead of better as I'd hoped.
Master, who has the disorder himself, believes I have ADD, the inattentive form, not the hyperactive form. There could be some merit in that, but I also hate to blame what is possibly pure laziness and lack of self-discipline on some sort of disorder, as that seems to be a way of avoiding responsibility. So I'm not going to focus on that right this second.
For those of you who don't know, I'm self-employed. The good part about being an independent contractor is that you can do what you want, when you want. The bad part about being an independent contractor is...well, that you can do what you want, when you want.
I actually enjoy my work. I just get overwhelmed with the sheer amount of CRAP I have to do to make decent money. I feel like I'm stuck in some kind of rut and can't progress forward, so apparently, my brain has just said, "Screw it" at this point.
I didn't start this thread to ramble about my own lack of self-discipline, however. I just wanted to give a wee bit of background, so y'all could understand where the initial question came from.
Anyway, Master and Mistress are always like, "You can come to us about anything," etc., etc. They know I'm struggling, but I've hidden the sheer magnitude of the whole thing because I'm ashamed. I mean, this is kid's stuff. I'm 25 years old. I really shouldn't still be having the problems I'm having.
Part of me knows I should ask for help. Not like, "Please beat me when I screw up," but "Please help me prioritize better" or something. But a larger part of me is afraid they'll think less of me if they realize how screwed up I am at the moment.
I'm sure at least a few of you have had similar experiences with wanting to ask for assistance from the people in your lives, but being embarrassed about telling them you're not Super(wo)man. How did you handle it?
Muchas gracias.