An adult with oppositional defiant disorder shows a belligerent attitude towards all authority. While I was a child, I had traits of oppositional defiant disorder, but I now recognize that it also runs in my family, and maybe the ex had a bit of it too. Adults with this disorder struggle to relate to people they perceive as authority figures, and all too often with my family, I feel like I’m the mature, rational and responsible one while they are not since they refuse to take medication for their schizoaffective. I just took a test on Attitude Mag to see if I still have oppositional defiant disorder, I got an 8 out of 72 so I don’t but see my family would outright refuse to take this quiz. I try to say, no picking fights, quit drinking, etc. I’m setting rules, but she balks at it. Okay, enough already, I feel like I’ve always been the parent.
I call it school addiction but I googled it and I got stuff about addiction resources for people in high school. Okay, so school addicts are addicted to grades, prestige of getting good grades, the act of going to class in general, and trying to do a good job. I have to say, I love school and learning in general but I stress over grades. This worries me when I return to regular school as treated as I am. Work 2 Future gave me a taste of what I’m capable of doing in the classroom, as a centered student. I was driving with a bad knee though, and going to class, which made 2017 stressful but I stuck it out and in 2018, jumped ship to start therapy. So when I started therapy my knee bent more. That is not entirely coincidental as I was learning how to kick my parent’s energy out.
When you die, the Gods are not impressed with your fixation on work. They feel they’d rather focus on how you treated people, so take it from me because I’ve come back from the dead a few times The term “workaholic” is derived from the term alcoholic, and it was invented in 1971, by psychologist Wayne Oates, who came up with the description that workaholism is working too much to the point of obsession. Working can be detrimental to your physical body, your mental health, and your anxiety.
When it comes to my own work habits, I’m not big on taking breaks. I need to get better at this, plain and simple. I’m obsessed with work only because I find myself feeling inadequate if I don’t work since my family gave support when we would overwork. Both parents used to be chronic overworkers, I say used to only because retiring probably has given them a break to do the things they want to do while with me writing is not necessarily a job I can retire from. I cannot work for a workaholic work place but I cannot be self-employed and a work junkie too. If any readers from Japan care to comment about overworking, I’m willing to hear it.
To American readers: we are also about overwork while it really depends on what part of the country you live, and I live in the San Francisco Bay Area, where workaholism is rampant as part of the lifestyle and company culture. Even us work from home people, have trouble keeping up. Workaholics have immense trouble with boundaries about their work hors, and growing up I wasn’t allowed to respect my own boundaries so I functioned exhausted because my schizoaffective was overlooked until I was 20. I know I should have interests outside of work, because the pagan thing is not a full time job? Neither is being psychic.
https://www.apa.org/science/about/psa/2016/04/workaholism
https://www.inc.com/lolly-daskal/how-to-cure-your-workaholic-addiction.html
Yesterday, while checking to see if I could do the laundry, I was busy talking to a neighbor without a mask. I did that because I forgot to wear one, plain and simple. I should have been wearing one. I’m trying to stay away from too many people, and the thing is, I’m tempted to buy myself an infrared thermometer and use it on those who come to the house. To the people who think masks are useless, you will have to agree to disagree with me. I’m pretty much going to say, you guys are silly. Have you seen the Facebook meme where someone with a mask coughs on a Petri dish, meaning fewer germs were spewed? No mask, coughing, more germs. It is simple.
I hear ranting in my head sometimes, when I am still. This voice is a voice calling me a retard, which my family did when I was diagnosed with 22q, and then again when my roommates taunted me for something I didn’t have at all just to get a rise, make me insecure, and create a hostile environment. This is a large factor in why I do not have a roommate today. I really choose not to, but after surgery I may need one for a hot minute just in case I run into hernia surgery related complications. I’m busy avoiding my family for the holidays though, only because I feel better/best when not around them. The voice has a psychic component because I had one roommate sit me down, and repeat “retard, retarded,” like a chant to my face, so this is why I hear the voice saying that when every other voice has been off for years, since I’m treated.
I get this one a lot, since I look youthful, not even old enough to get arthritis. I have arthritis, and it is painful sometimes, often flaring up when I do not get enough sleep. But my friends, see, I went back to sleep in the middle of the night, at 3:00 a.m., by grounding myself in my physical body. I put my mother’s psychic antics on ignore, woke up being like, whatever, and went back to sleep. I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams, at getting enough sleep tonight. That by itself is amazing, despite the hernia pain I’m in. Throwing out the garbage is making me wheeze, so I may need to ask for help with this.
All throughout my time at Work 2 Future, I learned what it was like not to display anxiety symptoms that got me stigmatized. In fact, being in an educational environment like this was interesting only because I felt that I was getting a lot out of the classes. I’d get my work done early in Microsoft Office classes on Excel, Powerpoint, and Word, then leave. I also sat through Supreme Customer Service, among other courses. I managed to not loose too much sleep over it. Sometimes though I’d get tired and the people who enrolled me in class would see that I felt tired/looked tired. Having medication is so great, taking medication even better, and just plain having medical care, fabulous. I put off getting SSI for years until one day I was like, you know what, screw it, and went for it, thus screwing up my family’s agenda.
iriavp 