Adulting

Getting back into daily/nightly blogging

I’ve had this blog for over 21 years (in a variety of iterations). One of the things that I used to do throughout high school, and undergrad, was blog – at least nightly, if not a few times during the day. I like using my blog as a space to gather my thoughts, concerns, ideas, fears, worries, inspiration, etc…so that they don’t tale up residence in my head.

Sometimes I may write something important…rarely profound…mostly mundane (but human) as to the inner workings of my mind, and my life.

I had to stop for quite a few years (at least publicly) when I was in the IDF (the Intelligence Corps, and InfoSec took that kind of stuff quite seriously). Now that, in so many ways, my life is my own again (no longer in the IDF, no longer in graduate school) and I transition into my young adulthoold (turning 40 in a few years) I want to make sure that I return to this habit, and bring it foreward with me.

I like being able to look back to a random post, or investigate how I handled (or perceived) a situation years ago. I’ve gotten a lot of insight into my life, and even things that happened in my family that, while they didn’t make sense at the time, with the benefit of hindsight I understand ten or fifteen years later.

Today was spent seeing patients and resting, and I finally got a handle on cleaning my bedroom. I’ve been taking care to make sure that each area of the house has been clean…but sacrificing my bedroom as part of that mix…and finally, as we enter summer, I’m working to make sure that (come fall) my bedroom will be as comfy as possible for the winter.

Tomorrow is Pride in Buffalo/Western New York, and I look forward to being in the parade with friends, followed by a union meeting (and some more cleaning). Workin to get caught up on last years finances this week (by next week at the latest)…I am amazed at how much was truly put on the backburner in order to finish my doctorate…I can only see it now that I’m able to take a few steps back and look at all the work that needs to be done.

Fortunately, it’s getting there…and with that, it’s time for bed (maybe some nighttime popcorn…definitely some nighttime popcorn), some cartoons, and then an audiobook.

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We can either fight students (pointless) or we can meet them where they are, and teach them how to use the tools that they want to use, and feel comfortable using, in a way that can be impactful for others who don’t share their digital style of communicating.

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Currently working on my mobile class page for my @UBSSW #SW150 students (which they will save as an icon/bookmark app on their phone in the Fall). This Summer I am revamping my course to make it more mobile friendly. https://t.co/VID7wsN7fL

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Looking forward to teaching my #SW150 @UBSSW students how to use @IFTTT as part of their community organizing toolkit / safety toolkit this Fall semester :-)

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Why I Don’t Answer The Phone: Lessons on Sacred Space, Self Care & Executive Functioning

If you try to call me at my office, you’ll immediately get a voicemail asking you to leave a message and telling you that I’ll call you back (and offering you hotline numbers to call if you’re in crisis). If you call me at home, you’ll soon find that, almost magically, my phone there also goes to voicemail. No call screening, no maybe I’ll pick up, just a very matter of fact this is what my friends, family, loved ones and clients all know to expect. I don’t even hear my phone ring…I don’t want to hear my phone ring, and I don’t need to hear my phone ring. This is not because I’m antisocial (far from it) but because I’ve determined where my sacred spaces are, created boundaries for my own self care, and established what I require for my own executive functioning needs. I also don’t immediately respond to text messages, but respond to them as I can, and as the appropriate time and spaces allow and present themselves.

Sacred Space:
I take my practice of Social Work seriously. For me, while I work with people across all faith traditions (or no faith traditions at all), I am a social worker because it is the truest expression of my personal faith – to be a part of the Tikkun Olam, the healing of the world. In that light, my office is a sacred space, and one in which I wish to give my fullest attention to the work that I do while I am there on behalf of my clients. While I would never answer a phone during a session (nor would a client ever hear one ring)! I also don’t want to be distracted by a phone while writing reports, or case notes, or conducting research. It is far easier for me to schedule a time to call people back (which we’ll get to in the executive functioning section in a moment).

My home is also a sacred space. It is where I unwind, where I connect with my friends and loved ones, and my furry children. Judaism treats the home in a very special way, and I work to ensure that harmony always exists there as best I can. Part of the way I do this is by ensuring that my home is always a sacred space, with as few disturbances as possible (and a doorbell that is easily turned off to further support this cause). Visitors are always planned for, peace and quiet reign.

Self Care:
In a previous post, I took some exception to some popular memes that were going around about always being available to others. Simply put: I’m not (and I don’t think most people are, have the capacity to be, or should be). I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Fibromyalgia. In order to ethically practice Social Work I need to make sure that I have the energy to do so, so that I can be mindful and present for my clients. Part of the way that I am able to do that is by being aware of, and managing my energy. If I allow others to dictate my availability, I place my energy and its consumption in the hands of others. Rather than the immediate communications that have been forced upon us by today’s technology, I have made the choice to instead interact with messages differently; treating phone calls and texts and PMs and IMs and DMs as if they were letters delivered by the Pony Express…and I try to give them the thought, and consideration, and the meaningful answers they deserve as well, in the form of what I hope is an equitable trade of for those who are sometimes frustrated at the lack of instant gratification (not that I think that anyone is entitled to make the demand, but I at least want to validate the frustration).

And, truthfully, you don’t need me right now, this very instant! You have coping skills – a lifetime of them – that have allowed you to reach this very moment in time without me…a few moments more won’t be that intolerable.

Executive Functioning:
Finally: part of mastering the effects of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Fibromyalgia are learning its impacts on my executive functioning. Many of us have something that impacts our executive functioning. By learning to reject the fear of missing out (FOMO) that comes with not answering my phone, I have the privilege  of listening to a message, triaging it, looking up any information I need to in order to respond to it, scheduling a time to call back, and giving it the thought that it deserves. I also no longer deal with spam calls and robo calls that would intrude on my day, make me forget what I was doing, and interrupt my thought process. I am able to guard against what would otherwise impact my executive functioning.

So please, give yourself permission to disconnect in ways that are meaningful to you, and in ways that enhance your development as a person. Just because others choose to be connected all the time, doesn’t mean that you need to be always on. I dare say that you’ll find ways of being social and connected, even without running whenever a bell rings (pavlov would be proud).

Sleep all day, work some of the night

So I slept all day (with minor breaks to get up and use the facilities, shove food in my mouth, take pills, and make a Skype call). I could easily go back to bed now. This isn’t fibro fatigue though, I don’t think. I am relatively sure this is just my usual reaction to antibiotics which for some reason usually make me tired. But if this somehow handles the IBS it’s worth it.

Anyway, going to do dishes, finish (I hope unpacking and organizing/cleaning the lady of my home office), do the one grad school assignment that has to get done this weekend (an introduction/about myself post) so I can watch the lectures on for addictions and the family tomorrow, so I can greet Monday mostly non-grumpy like.

Part of my long term/dealing with this shit strategy is super vigilance on keeping my house clean and organized, because if it’s done constantly as I go, and it’s never a thing I have to do as one big chore, that’s just one more spoon I get to save for something else.

From a mobility standpoint of course it makes things easier too. This isn’t to say the place had been a wreck, we’ve just been in the throes of unpacking for the past several months and now it *has* to get done.