I had a very productive session with my therapist on Monday. This is my standard all the time therapist that I’m seeing every week because that’s just how life is right now. If you find yourself being late in life diagnosed with Autism and ADHD within a few months of one another I also encourage you to see a therapist regularly for a while. Just saying.

Anyway in this very productive conversation, when we were discussing my self-care habits and discussing nail salons she asked me how frequently I see my hair stylist. This happened to be on my mind because I had just checked in with Nicolette to make sure I have my March appointment on her books since I couldn’t find it on my own. I see her professionally twice a year. Though I often pass her on the streets of Sellwood and smile and wave like a big ol goon because she’s the best.

None of that is the issue. I feel pretty solid in my relationship with her. She’s tried and trusted and a complete delight. And even saves cool new hair foils for me. So yeah.

The issue is that my therapist asked how often I see my hair stylist… I answered, and she seemed shocked that it was only twice a year. But the thing is… I don’t know if she asked about my hair for a therapeutic reason or because she’s planning a drastic change for herself or what. But I’m probably going to spend the week obsessing over this instead of everything else going on in the world.

Dissociation for the win. What are you focusing on this week to avoid harsh realities?