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My Own ADHD Strategies

 Hi!
I'm Caroline and I have ADHD.

Yeah, I OWN having ADHD.

ADHD is a life of paradoxes.  Like.... 

I can get a lot done in a short amount of time, but my sense of time is different than neurotypicals. It's either now...or, not now. That's it!


Ways I manage My ADHD

  1. Calendly
  2. Google Calendar
  3. Wardrobe Simplicity
  4. Amazon Subscribe and Save 
  5. Objects at their point of performance 
  6. Conditions of Success: (Avoiding PDA)
  7. Video calls as much as possible
  8. Label where things go
  9. Put things back
  10. White furniture
  11. Focusmate
  12. My Brain Book
  13. Asana

see the bottom of the blog for elaborated answers    


Things I'm working on: (or struggling with)

  1. Eliminating Choices
  2. Stopping work in order to be on time when I could 'just squeeze in this one more thing'
  3. CLUTTER
  4. The art of getting things done
  5. Administrative assistant
  6. Light Colored furniture
  7. Not picking my face
  8. not binging on food for dopamine



Things that drive me batshit about the system of navigating ADHD

  1. Paper prescription and having to remember where I put them
  2. Why documents have to be stored non-digitally
  3. Doctors that hand me blood work paperwork for 6 months from now and expect me not to lose it, and manage to remember to get the bloodwork done

Calendly

I use calendly to schedule all of my meetings.  Why?
  1. It avoids the back and forth of "when are you free"
  2. It limits the amount of interruptions I get a day with phone calls
  3. I can limit how much 'input' I get each week of new information , which can be really distracting.

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