PanCakes, PushUps, and PDA?!

Click This Link on Pathological Demand Avoidance for information on what PDA is and some helpful tips on how to manage it. For those of you that don’t know what all Pathological Demand Avoidance entails, here is a tiny tidbit of my most recent encounter with the dastardly “condition” as I like to call it. Please keep in mind that I had only been diagnosed with the Autism and the ADHD a few years. Although I have been doing my fair share of research on both of the “conditions” since then, I do have to say that I am not legally allowed to yidda yadda yadda, you know the drill. Other than that, here goes nothing!

Pancakes, PushUps, and Pis… Oh my!

Well a few months ago I had started making pancakes. Mainly because I hate doing things like that for the most part. Because it takes a lot of time, you can not do it without making a mess, and my Autistic Self just sees it as inefficient more or less. So, I came to the conclusion that it would be a perfect *new* way for me to get more disciplined. And Pushups! I also added that into my routine as well. As for the Pis well… That is a different story, but it started with the letter “P” and is also something that I have been tinkering with pretty much on a daily basis as well. For more information on that you can click this link right here: Project MiahPi

But back to the PDA! Not too long ago I had to make Mice Elf do something, that really was not that hard or that big of a deal – WhatSoEver At All! \BUT!* For some reason, I had found Mice Elf extremely reluctant to do this minor task. And for the life of me, I could not figure out why. So I had decided to look into PDA once more and sure enough, that is *exactly* what it was!

The really, *really* messed up part about the whole thing though, is that I *even* do this to things that I really, and I mean *REALLY* *WANT* to do too! Yeah, that part really sucks! I couldn’t even make Mice Elf do the things that I have been wanting to do for quite a while now. Because somehow, I had turned it from a want into some sort of a demand apparently. I mean, damn! I can understand not liking being told what to do, but even when it is yourself telling you to do something? It’s really like that?! Yes. Yes, it can *REALLY* get like *THAT!* I’ll be damned…