Wow! So long! What have I been up to?

It’s a long time since I wrote on here – nearly two years! That’s because I’ve been so busy. In my last post, I’d had a term of acting lessons, a singing showcase and was looking forward to appearing on stage in my first panto. I was also beginning to accept that I’m almost certainly autistic, with possibly a touch of ADHD.

Since then, all research and experience has reinforced my belief that the AuDHD label fits me, and that has helped me understand my life so far – it’s like at the opticians, where he puts a lens in front of your eyes and suddenly all the letters spring into sharp focus and you can see. It’s given me a confidence boost, strangely – understanding the reason for problems I’ve had throughout my life helps me feel more sympathetic towards myself and various strategies that I’ve read about help me to negotiate issues.

I’ve sung in three showcases, I think – none of them has been a perfect performance, but I’ve grown a lot more confident about singing in front of others. I’m still having singing lessons, and I’m about to try out a choir, as I love singing in harmonies.

I’ve completed five terms of acting class, performing in a showcase at the end of each one, performing something I wrote myself, something from Shakespeare, something in an American accent, and rehearsing and performing in class or in showcase a variety of other scenes. The only reason I didn’t do classes over the summer term this year was that I was too busy acting…

Talking of which, since that first panto ensemble experience, I’ve been busy! I auditioned for – but failed to get in – Sister Act last year. The audition itself was scary but fun. Unfortunately, the casting for that particular show ended up being a little controversial and upsetting several people. But it all worked out in the end, as I’d unexpectedly taken on the leadership of a Guide unit in the February and it would have been stressful to deal with rushing down to rehearsals every week after the meeting. And instead, I contacted Canterbury Shakespeare Festival and ended up taking on the part of Albany, one of the sons-in-law of King Lear. That was a great experience, rehearsing and performing Shakespeare in the open air, and I’ve kept in touch with the group since, having seen some of their other shows and joining them again this summer to perform in a medieval pageant performance in the middle of Canterbury and not one but two shows – taking the part of a maid in an Aphra Behn play, City Heiress, and then taking the part of Camillo in Winter’s Tale.

I’ve still kept in touch with my home theatre group as well. Although I wasn’t involved in any way with Sister Act, I joined them again for their next panto, Dick Whittington, then auditioned for – and was cast in – the spring play, a fun farce called Out of Order. It was a very small part, but a great experience. And then their summer musical was All Shook Up, for which I was involved as ensemble. That was fantastic, very different from panto, but with a great bunch of people.

All in all, I was kept busy over summer with rehearsals for three different shows, then All Shook Up performances at a local outdoor theatre, followed by two further weeks of rehearsals, followed by show week for City Heiress in a church and then show week for Winter’s Tale in a hotel garden!

I’m still at the stage where I’m learning a lot from every performance and every different show I see, so yesterday I watched a performance from a local theatre group, Tales of Gods and Heroes, and in a couple of weeks I’ll see another local group perform Pirates of Penzance…? – although theatre being theatre, each group tends to have some overlap with others.

Panto auditions are in about three weeks, so hopefully that will then keep me busy again. In the meantime, I’ve signed up for a weekend hillwalking in Wales with Guide Leaders next weekend. And at the end of the month we’re going on holiday in France. And following our first ever cruise in April this year, we’ve signed up for another cruise next year – which will be our first ever two-week holiday!

I need to sort out what Guides are doing over this coming term, which is complicated by the fact that all the other leaders I had have dropped out, due to university or other demands, leaving me doing everything by myself. This is tough, limits me in what I can do with them, and since I also need to dash off straight afterwards to get down to rehearsals (still missing the first hour), it’s a little stressful. I’m hoping to get another leader or two to share the load. Otherwise I might have to reconsider my involvement.

But for now, I’ll continue to push myself to try new things. And I feel the biggest challenge to myself at the moment is that I need to learn to get louder and more passionate – in performance and in life in general. I’ve started pushing myself to practise singing drills etc even with others in the house, but I’m waiting for the opportunity to be alone in the house so that I can try out scenes that have me shouting and reacting strongly. Because that’s something that I really struggle with, even in real life.

I’m still running regularly, with a 10k booked for mid-October, and have just started attending the gym a lot more, as well as aiming to swim once or twice a week. All this has got to have some effect sometime, right? I’ve been doing dance classes as well, although these are focused on fitness rather than the actual dance and I’ve realised that I struggle to remember dance routines unless I can work on them at home from videos and really focus on remembering the different steps. I’ve contemplated looking for actual dance lessons, but adult lessons seem to be ballroom dancing type, which I don’t want, or for people who are young and supple and used to memorizing dance routines. Still, fingers crossed that the panto offers plenty of opportunity for dancing and singing!

And on top of everything else, I’m still writing chapters for novels group. I need to get serious with my writing, rather than fiddling around. Work has reduced massively – I’m blaming AI – but I’m hoping to get more tutoring booked for the next couple of terms so I have at least some income, and with the spare time I’m getting I should be able to focus more on writing and art and other creativity.

And is it worth trying to get paid work acting or as an extra? Something I’m still considering exploring. Any other suggestions?

That time of year

Here we are at the turning of the year again, and time to reflect.

All in all, it’s been an amazing year. I’ve had singing lessons for just over a year now, and I’ve had a term of acting lessons. I’ve performed in a singing showcase and an acting showcase, and in just a week or so I’ll be performing on stage in the ensemble of a pantomime, acting, singing and dancing.

I’ve also taken over the editing of the local parish newsletter, as part of my role as a parish councillor, and am taking on a bigger role as a Guide leader.

I’ve come to realise and accept that the idea of my being autistic (and possibly ADHD) isn’t just a whim, it’s a theory that brings my life into a different focus that makes much more sense, and that realisation has led to greater self-confidence and understanding, and has helped me find the confidence to take on new challenges.

So what’s next?

I had a timely reminder this afternoon that while I spend a lot of my time floating between projects and struggling to concentrate for long, I also have times when I hit flow state and get so deeply involved in a task that it feels a physical wrench to leave it when I need to do something else. So over the next year I want to find that state more often – to give myself a chance to become engrossed in a project to the point where all else fades into the background. I’d like to get back into more technical work as well, whether that’s programming or graphic art or something else.

I also need to find my voice. I’ve realised that I hold myself back all the time. Panto and acting lessons have been the first time I’ve tried to relax and let myself join in, and not worry about looking silly or being rejected. But I need to go much further. I need to start pushing myself to be more open, to react more strongly. And in writing as well, I hold myself back, I worry about whether I can say something, what the reaction might be. Time to take the brakes off and be honest with the page.

As part of all this, I also want to do more acting. I’m signed up for another term of acting classes, and need to make the most of it. I’ve been looking into local acting groups, trying to see if any of them welcome newcomers to the stage. But I’ve a nasty feeling that I need to push myself into attending readthroughs and auditions with other societies and see if I can actually get into anything. And I’ll still keep pushing my group to do more for newcomers. I can’t be the only one who would be interested in a chance to read plays, perform scenes and explore acting generally, without competing for a part in a play.

As part of our acting course we did a self-tape, recording ourselves performing our piece as an audition tape. That’s something I want to do more of – a chance to see myself as others see me, to see how far I can push myself in acting. I might have to wait for an empty house though, which means I won’t get much chance!

And I really need to get going on exercise as well over the next year. I upped my training recently, having got a new running watch, and I want to continue with that once the Christmas break is over. I’ve been swimming and running regularly. Panto means I’ve been dancing regularly. I’m also trying to do stretches and strength exercises, and will return to the gym once the kids are back at school (the swimming pool doesn’t run adult sessions in the day during the school holidays and I prefer to finish a gym session with a swim and shower).

So that gives me finding a flow state, finding my voice, finding opportunities for acting and performing, and increasing my exercise. Of course, writing and getting control of the housework slot in there somewhere as well.

A good way to start the year?

Crisis in confidence

Suddenly I’m really struggling. It might be something to do with the fact that I’m due to sing solo in public for the first time ever tomorrow, as part of a showcase by my singing teacher, or the fact that I lost my voice last week and it’s still not completely recovered, and she videoed me yesterday singing my song behind a microphone and I think I sound awful in it.

It’s not helped by the fact that on Monday in my acting class we’ll be reviewing the self-tapes we made in class last week as dummy audition pieces, and then working on our pieces for the acting showcase.

I enjoy singing and I enjoy acting. I don’t enjoy watching myself back! No, that’s a lie. That’s not me in the videos, it’s a different form of me, and I don’t mind watching if she’s doing okay, but I cringe if I feel she’s messing things up. And I’ve had a problem singing in front of other people (apart from family members who have to put up with it!) all my life.

Then there’s the fact that I’m in the panto this year for the first time – only part of the ensemble, but it still means I’ve had about a dozen songs and dances to learn. I’m thoroughly enjoying rehearsals, but on top of that I’m in charge of publicity, so spending my weekends standing around in costume promoting the show (that’s how I lost my voice last week, standing in the cold for 4 hours), or walking around asking shops to display posters, or trying to sort out bits of costume, not to mention time spent working on stuff for the next production, helping to run a Guide unit and attending meetings as a parish councillor.

Each year I tend to struggle with the approach to Christmas, and this year that’s even more intense. And intense is something I tend to avoid. But maybe it’s time to face up to it.

Acting class has proved to be fascinating. I’d kind of expected to learn how to portray various emotions, I think, but it’s turned out to be more about how to feel those emotions naturally and allow them to show. We do a game or activity to start, something like walking around the room in different levels of tension, or imagining ourselves in different situations, or a bit of improv, then we work on scenes in pairs. We’ve had three different teachers – back to our regular one this week after three weeks with guest teachers. Two more sessions – this week and next – and then we’ve got our acting showcase.

So I need to be ready to perform in public, not stress about how well I do and relax a little. And be ready to face more highs and lows rather than pottering along in the middle.

At the end of the day, what does it matter if I sing and don’t sound good? Maybe it will be like teaching, that at least I can say I’ve tried it. Maybe it’s just because I’m recovering from losing my voice. Maybe I’m judging myself too harshly on one recording.

I’ve spent time stressing over the fact that it’s never about me. That everyone else gets a chance to shine and I’m always in the shadow – healing in dungeons, polishing other people’s writing, sorting costumes and publicity for the performers. Well, this is my chance to have it all about me, at least for the four minutes or so that my song lasts and the two minutes or so that my acting scene lasts. And maybe someday I’ll have my chance in a full play – not next year, and possibly not with my theatre group, who only does one play a year (along with a panto and a musical), but there are other theatre groups around. Let’s see how these acting classes play out.

And meantime there’s the writing. I’m beginning to think that the acting classes can feed into the writing – that it’s about allowing myself to really feel these emotions and get them out there, rather than trying to focus on style and structure, although they’re important too. I feel I’m holding back, trying to think too much rather than feeling.

So I’d better get on with everything and see where it all leads. Feel the fear and do it anyway? There is a tide in the affairs of man…

When I was born…

When I was born I broke my mother’s tail.

This was a fact I was made aware of from a very early age. It was why my mother was in pain, why she sat on a cushion like a doughnut.

I’m sure no one mentioned it maliciously. It was just a fact of life. My mother’s coccyx was damaged when I was born. But that’s not how it was phrased.

So I grew up knowing that the very act of me coming into this world had caused my mother immense, ongoing pain.

Can you imagine what that does to a child?

Always trying to be quiet. Be helpful. Be unnoticed. Trying to make up for the crime of being born that way. Constantly feeling the need to make up for existing. Feeling in the way, my own needs minimal compared to those of everyone else around me.

Add to that a pair of much older siblings who would much rather be doing their own thing than spending any time with me, and it’s left me with a constant feeling of never being good enough, always struggling to prove myself, expecting to be rejected.

I never had a real problem with bullying at school, as far as I remember. But that’s mainly because I accepted my place on the outside, never fitting in, never feeling there would be a place for me. They didn’t need to bully me, because I was already bullying myself. No point in trying to join in, they’ll only reject me. They know I’m no good, why put them through the pain of my company?

And some habits have stuck far too deeply. If I ever come across as boasting, it’s not me saying how fantastic I am, it’s saying look, maybe I am worthy after all. And I tackle everything expecting to fail. Fully expecting that for whatever I feel I achieve, someone will come along after me and do something with less effort and more praise.

Maybe I’m too busy telling myself that what I achieve is rubbish, so that those around me believe me.

Maybe I’m too busy drowning in the guilt ingrained into me for something I had no control over, and wasn’t even aware of at the time…

Unsettled

I’m suddenly feeling very unsettled, and I don’t know why.

The next two days will be spent out and about rather than at my desk – tomorrow is art group in the morning and play reading group in the afternoon – the last of the play group, sadly, as we just haven’t attracted the attendance to keep it going for longer. Then on Friday I’m doing one of my bus days, travelling round on a day ticket, and in this case taking some leaflets for the show to tourist offices while I’m out.

Work is very up and down at the moment. I’m concerned with the rise of AI, writers choosing to do their own editing rather than pay someone to do it, and general wide publishing of stuff with sometimes lack of quality control.

I’m trying to get on with writing my novel, but it’s like getting blood out of a stone at the moment. I miss the enthusiasm I used to have, the excitement of getting a story down. I’m supposed to be writing a chapter for writing group, but instead I’m watching Sister Act 2 and writing this.

Exercise and health are going okay at the moment. Still running slowly – I did plenty of training for a 10k at the beginning of last month, did a reasonable time (for me at least) then came down with Covid a week later, so lost all that ground. Thankfully, I was hardly ill at all with it, and had no real problems at all – I’ve had worse colds – but over the past couple of weeks or more I’ve felt I can’t get enough sleep at night. Whether it’s connected or not, I don’t know, but I just wish I had more energy, more enthusiasm, more focus.

Over the past few weeks and months I’ve come to the realisation that I’m autistic and also ADHD, and it’s brought a lot of sense to many things I’ve struggled with. But it hasn’t helped with a solution.

I’m still trying to find my place in the world. I’m enjoying singing lessons, and aiming to join a choir. I’m enjoying my role as parish councillor, although I feel a little lost in it at times. I’m trying to be creative, but anything I think of is derivative, rather than original.

I wish I could figure out what I’m actually good at, what I have a passion for.

Easy or hard?

I went to school with a girl who was fantastic at “soft” subjects like English, but wanted to study sciences for A level. After a year she changed and admitted where her strengths were, and started over again.

I’ll always remember one time when they were looking for contributions for the school magazine. She scoffed. She rattled off a long poem that she claimed was rubbish and pretentious. They fell upon it and published it.

It always irked me that the ease with which she dismissed it did not tally with the quality of it.

Even as an adult, I feel that I’m struggling to put something together, anything, only to have someone turn around behind me and rattle off something far superior with very little effort.

It’s incredibly demotivating, to feel so useless, to feel that all my best efforts don’t match with other people’s casual efforts.

I feel like the toddler who holds up their stick-figure drawing for approval, while surrounded by art students.

Easter Monday here, so I’ve been pottering around instead of working. I’ve been reading through some of my old writing. There’s definitely a spark there. But it feels like while for other people it’s a stroll in the park, for me it’s a hike up a steep mountain.

But somehow I can’t let it go…

Comfort zones

I’ve done something completely out of my comfort zone today. It’s worrying just how much it’s thrown me. I’m currently going through a crisis of confidence – nothing I ever do is good enough, everyone else is so much better than me, I’ll never be up to their standard, I’m a waste of space, there’s no point even trying… you get the idea.

I’m trying to ignore it and push through, but I’ve gaslighted myself so much over the years that it’s hard. On the one hand, I’m trying to be more myself, to stop worrying about conforming, to acknowledge what I like and what I want. On the other hand, I’m telling myself that my feelings are wrong, that I can’t give in to them, that I need to push through. Feel the fear and do it anyway, isn’t that the saying?

It’s hard when you consider yourself to be a child amongst adults. I read a book (Rachel’s Holiday, I believe) that said that when you use a coping mechanism (in Rachel’s case it was drugs), your development is frozen at that point. It’s only when you face your fears and manage without your coping mechanism that you start developing and growing again.

So I guess that makes me around gawky teenager stage…

I really do feel as though that’s where I am. I was never a typical teenager. Never hit the rebellious stage, always did as I was told, never made a fuss. I was taught to ignore my own needs and wants and consider myself merely an accessory to those around me, to accept what they offered and not ask for more. It’s incredibly hard to break out of that.

And not having time and space to myself is starting to wear me down. I’ve done a lot of peopling recently, and the pressure is building.

As a teenager I went on a boating trip with people from Sunday School/youth club. There were four boats, and 9 kids plus 2 adults on each boat. I remember one night it all got too much for me. We were moored in a field near Windsor, and I left the boat and walked out into the middle of the field in the dark, then stood there quietly. I saw people moving between boats. I learned later they were concerned and looking for me – I didn’t expect that. But I so needed that decompression time!

These days I’ll usually deal with it by getting a day bus ticket and travelling all around the area for a day. Trouble is, I have plenty of work at the moment, so don’t really have time to slack off.

On the other hand, as the pressure grows work becomes harder and harder and I work slower and slower… so sometimes it’s necessary just to stop for a while and sharpen my mental axe before continuing.

Four years on

It was exactly four years ago that the government said they weren’t bringing in a lockdown but people should stay home or work from home where possible. At the same time, hubby’s office was told they should work from home “for a couple of weeks”.

So four years on – we’re still here. He’s still working from home, and has been all through, although he is now back in the office one day a week. I’m grateful for that – I’m finding it very wearing working in the same room as him, especially since he’s often on work calls – and moves from conversation with me to conversation with work colleagues with no noticeable switch.

In one way, it’s good for me, as it guilts me into sitting and focusing on work. But in another, I’m finding it exhausting, because I constantly feel watched and crowded. I’m savouring that one day a week now, but as the son who lives with us is usually still around it doesn’t completely relieve my tension.

However, I’m starting to branch out a little. I’ve hated my real name for most of my life, and I’ve found I’m using the name Emmy more and more where I can get away with it – having joined a new play reading group, for example, I use that name there, and I use it in singing lessons. But I don’t expect people who’ve known me for a long time to switch – most of them haven’t even switched to the shorter version of my name, which I’ve been using regularly for several years now, so calling me by a completely different name would be far too big an ask! So I won’t be going the legal route, just using Emmy informally.

I’m also experimenting with a new hobby, although that’s still under wraps for now. Just done on the quiet, and on the day when hubby is in the office. It’s my secret me-space.

And I’m still writing. My current novel is starting to really grow on me, to the extent that I’m doing a lot of background reading on economics and politics. But I really must progress with the story itself, so I can get back to the beginning and start updating it.

It’s not about the food

I’m currently working on losing weight and increasing my fitness. But I’m starting to realise it’s not about what I eat or don’t eat. It goes much deeper than that. It’s about playing the long game instead of going for the quick fix. It’s about respecting my body and giving it what it deserves, healthy food in healthy quantities. It’s about getting up and moving instead of slumping on the sofa and zoning out.
I’m using a system called slimpod, which largely consists of listening to the same 10 minute audio every day and looking for positive moments in the day, food related or not. The idea is to work on your unconscious mind, which absorbs the messages and changes behaviour and attitudes. But it’s also making me reflect on various things. How much is habit – what and when I eat – rather than what I need. What I actually want and like. What I want in life.
I started at the beginning of November, and I’m definitely changing. How much is causation and how much correlation I can’t say, but I’m taking more notice of my own wants and needs, and trying to “eat less, move more, choose better.”

I’ve joined a play reading group, where we read through and discuss different plays. While I’d love to try acting, the theatre group I’m involved with tends to go for experienced people rather than beginners, which is understandable in one way but frustrating in another, and I don’t have the time or resources to try any other groups, which I’m sure are very similar anyway. But at least I’m moving in that direction.
I’m starting to use the name Emmy in some real life situations now, as well as online.

I’m increasing my exercise levels, by running more and swimming/gymming more, as well as stretches and other exercises at home.
I’ve started singing lessons, and got back to my guitar. This is an area I want to develop more, with regular singing, piano and guitar practice. I’d forgotten how much pleasure it used to give me. My next treat will be to visit the local music shop to get a book or two of songs with guitar chords and piano music, as my stock has dwindled over the years.
With all this looking for the wins in the day, I’ve realised I feel uncomfortable acknowledging the good things, so that’s something I’m working on, allowing myself to recognise a good feeling and celebrate it.
(The title of this post is inspired by Lance Armstrong’s autobiography It’s not about the bike, which focused on strategies for winning, rather than specific bike techniques. Sadly, one of his techniques turned out to be doping, but the principle is still sound. Also taking notes from a raid leader I used to know, whose main strategy for successful raids was carefully selecting the team he fought with before getting anywhere near the actual raid.)

Rivals or supporters?

I came across a post today that was sharing a sign declaring “I’m not interested in competing with anyone. I hope we all make it.”

My first reaction was to agree with it.

Then I thought more deeply. Maybe that’s my problem. I’m not competing, but everyone else is, it seems. So I’m waiting for someone to tell me “it’s your turn now” and it never happens. Meanwhile, I’m always stepping back for others to have their turn.

I’d claim part of the problem is that I’ve not found anything yet that’s worth fighting for.

And yet I know that if I consider I’m unlikely to be able to have something, I’ll gaslight myself into believing I don’t want it anyway. So how would I even know?

When I was in what would now be year 8, we had swimming lessons once a week in the school’s outside pool. It was freezing cold, and I always took a long time to get in the water, because I’m oversensitive to the cold. The result was that the teacher always took the girls she considered to be the good swimmers to the deep end, leaving those of us she considered poor swimmers to practise widths in the shallow end.

They were learning to do racing dives, and I would watch enviously as they had fun learning to dive headfirst into the water.

I went swimming with friends at the local swimming pool around this time, or maybe with youth group – I don’t remember. But what I do remember is practising the same skills the top swimming group were learning.

When it came up to the next swimming lesson, which was to be the last of the term, I remember getting very upset because I had planned to show off what I could do, but I had a piano lesson scheduled. I disappeared off to cry in the toilets, and someone knocked on the door and said she had a piano lesson that day and would swap with me so I could still do the swimming lesson. I’ve never figured out how people knew that was what I was upset about, or how someone came up with a solution so quickly, but I’ve been grateful to them ever since.

So I got into the pool that morning, a lot more quickly than usual, went to the deep end and showed the teacher that although she’d been dismissing me as useless I was just as good as the others.

That urge is coming over me now – that urge to show people that while they’ve been dismissing me, as I encourage others rather than pushing myself forward, I’m still just as capable of doing things.

Trouble is, putting the habit of putting others first and my fear of rejection/failure into the mix makes things very uncomfortable…

How do you know what you want, and how do you then fight for it instead of letting others do it all while you watch?

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