This is a constant source of friction between my eldest and myself. Perhaps not so much “friction”, as despair. Hardly a week passes without me blurting, “Just say what you mean, and mean what you say. Make it easy for me to understand, stop taking in riddles, stop being so vague”. She (probably) has ADHD and is the most chaotic, disorganised person I know, although a high achiever at work.
Last week I dropped her dog back, he’d been with me for an hour or so and I was passing anyway to go shopping. DGS appeared briefly and went back to whatever he’d been doing. We talked about the dog. DD said, “I might need some help with him on Thursday, I’ve got a work dinner”. I said that was fine.
Wednesday evening she whatsapped a message that she’d drop the dog at my house at 07.45, DGS would finish school at 16.30 so I’d need to be parked there by 16.25, and her Waitrose delivery would arrive at 17.00, with supper for DGS and me.
So what I thought was having the dog for the evening turned into all day, then driving 10 miles to meet DGS and take him and the dog back to DD’s for the evening.
It was fine, but it was not what I expected. I absolutely need clear and specific directions and go into a tailspin with her vague hints.
When I worked briefly at Waitrose, if I was seeing her later in the day I’d occasionally ask if she’d like me to pick anything up, could she message me her shopping list. I meant her precise list. She’d say yes, could I please get a nice red and something for Sunday? Ok darling, WHICH red? I don’t drink and I’ve no idea what she’d like. WHAT food for Sunday? A roasting joint, or a bird? Vegetables? Or did she want a Charlie Bigham’s fish pie? Or lasagne? Salmon?
Or she’d message to say she’d forgotten salad. I’d ask what she meant: lettuce, tomato and cucumber? Iceberg or romaine? A bag of leaves? With watercress? Peppers? Cherry tomatoes or big ones? Or pasta salad? Grains? Dressing or mayonnaise, what’s in her fridge?
And she’d explode with frustration, saying why can’t I use my imagination?
Because I don’t have any, I suppose.
We are both neuro-diverse, in very different ways, and we haven’t really understood each other since she was two.