I just start looking at things, then shuffle them about, remember lots, then put them back
I do that (occasionally!) but actually I think much of my stuff lying about is more because I can’t organise it rather than it being all clutter. I have loads of downloads and books on organisation, but I can’t see an appropriate place to put the stuff.
When I moved to my present house, a friend put my possessions in the appropriate place for me, but it was only because I had broken a bone in my leg—she thought I needed help because of that. Also, I wasn’t embarrassed because it was sitting where the removal people had left it.
My friend followed my instructions on whether items should be visible or invisible and together we organised perfectly. I was quite happy with where she put the stuff that needed to be out of sight, but it took a while for the stuff on display to get arranged to suit me. This was easily maintained for a short while but years later, everything has become a cluttered mess behind closed doors and drawers. I am a perfectionist who is imperfect and when things aren’t right in my house it causes me distress. In fact, this is one of the major issues that upsets my life and it feels like it is stopping me living the way I want to.
I can’t draw or paint and in the past when I attempted to capture an archaeological landscape in a painting my perspective was wildly out and features were like something a small child would draw. Yet I discovered a few years ago that I have a good eye for art. I can see if the perspective is right in a landscape painting where others don’t always notice. This is how it is with my home.
I am highly organised in many aspects of daily living, but I can’t for the life of me sort this out. If there isn’t a place for something it goes in a cupboard, drawer or the spare bedroom so that my living space remains neat and tidy. A year ago, the autism assessment centre gave me details of a charity and a business that could work with me to sort things out, but the few times that I thought about contacting them, I chickened out at the last minute.
I just start looking at things, then shuffle them about, remember lots, then put them back
I do that (occasionally!) but actually I think much of my stuff lying about is more because I can’t organise it rather than it being all clutter. I have loads of downloads and books on organisation, but I can’t see an appropriate place to put the stuff.
When I moved to my present house, a friend put my possessions in the appropriate place for me, but it was only because I had broken a bone in my leg—she thought I needed help because of that. Also, I wasn’t embarrassed because it was sitting where the removal people had left it.
My friend followed my instructions on whether items should be visible or invisible and together we organised perfectly. I was quite happy with where she put the stuff that needed to be out of sight, but it took a while for the stuff on display to get arranged to suit me. This was easily maintained for a short while but years later, everything has become a cluttered mess behind closed doors and drawers. I am a perfectionist who is imperfect and when things aren’t right in my house it causes me distress. In fact, this is one of the major issues that upsets my life and it feels like it is stopping me living the way I want to.
I can’t draw or paint and in the past when I attempted to capture an archaeological landscape in a painting my perspective was wildly out and features were like something a small child would draw. Yet I discovered a few years ago that I have a good eye for art. I can see if the perspective is right in a landscape painting where others don’t always notice. This is how it is with my home.
I am highly organised in many aspects of daily living, but I can’t for the life of me sort this out. If there isn’t a place for something it goes in a cupboard, drawer or the spare bedroom so that my living space remains neat and tidy. A year ago, the autism assessment centre gave me details of a charity and a business that could work with me to sort things out, but the few times that I thought about contacting them, I chickened out at the last minute.