Other family members helping with the house move (a daunting task in this case for even the most experience and determined) reported back that the move had been effected, and the new home had a bed, a chair, and fifty-two boxes waiting to be unpacked. And they said the one of us who had just moved said they were "bored".
This word "bored" deserves attention.
It's a word children use very often. Adults often respond crisply, impatiently, their tone warning of their lack of sympathy. I recall the educational philosopher A.S.Neill (of Summerhill School; I love his work) writing that when children — or adults — tell him they are bored, he says, "Everyone's bored until they find something to do."
I've also often read articles on creativity recommending that we should allow our children to be bored, that boredom is the compost from which ingenuity and invention sprout.
I probably agree with all that, but with the proviso that often when people say they're bored, it's not quite what they mean.
Do you know the word alexithymia? It's useful.
Alexithymia — the "a" denotes absence, the "lexi" is words, and the "thymia" is feelings. So it's when someone has no words or vocabulary for what they are feeling. Sometimes they can't even identify how they feel o even try and express it. They feel deeply, but don't really know, can't really say, what they feel. The Google AI overview puts it rather well:
Alexithymia is a personality construct characterised by difficulty identifying, describing, and processing one's own emotions. People with alexithymia have trouble differentiating between feelings and bodily sensations, and may have difficulty understanding the emotions of others. It is not a mental health disorder but is a trait that can be co-occurring with other conditions like autism, PTSD, and depression.
In our family, we have felt our way to the proposition that when children say they are "bored", sometimes they mean what it is supposed to mean (like A.S.Neill meant it), but sometimes it is the nearest familiar expression they can reach, for something they —as yet — have no vocabulary to describe; burnout, exhaustion, too much demanded of them, the flatness felt when life is altogether too much. This is familiar territory to those on the autistic spectrum.
This is how the Google bots describe autistic burnout:
Autistic burnout is a state of severe physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion resulting from chronic stress, often caused by masking and trying to meet neurotypical expectations. It is characterised by an extreme lack of energy, loss of skills, and reduced tolerance for sensory input, which can lead to an inability to manage daily tasks, more frequent meltdowns or shutdowns, and a need to withdraw socially. Recovery involves rest, reducing demands, and adjusting environmental factors, but it can be a long process.
Do you see how, if you were a child experiencing this, you might describe yourself as "bored"?
The problem is that boredom never elicits sympathy. When people say they are bored, those on the receiving end of this observation typically respond with impatience and recommend more action, more engagement, more stimulus. But what if, when the person says they are "bored", it is an example of alexithymia, of someone who finds it hard to identify, distinguish between, and categorise, their feelings, reaching for the word they know that best fits what they are experiencing — a state of prostration that is beyond exhaustion.
I might be wrong, but I think when our family member — having gone through the hoarder's nightmare of a house move — said they were bored, they may actually have meant "overwhelmed".
Neurodivergent people sometimes need those who are close to them to be skilled enough to read between the lines.
How interesting! I'm autistic, and it reminds me of one time I was at a teambuilding event with my old job, and we were on a nightmarish puzzle/treasure hunt sort of thing and a colleague asked how I was doing, and the closest thing I could think of was bored.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I am so happy you've started blogging a bit again. I don't comment very often, but I love your writing. I was trying to figure out when I started following you, and I kept going through your various phases in my head, like I think you were still vegan, but coming off of the plain clothes, but it was before the purple ladies etc. … and it kind of reminds me of myself, because I also have lots of periods (or eras) like that :)
🤣 How interesting! Yes, the way I explore thoughts is by living them. I try them on for authenticity, for what they have in them to nourish. That's going back a long time, Heidi! Eras . . .
DeleteBtw, I was laughing at the idea of myself passing through all those phases, not at you struggling with the team building nightmare. x
DeleteI love the idea of exploring new ideas by living them, wearing them, eating them, and moving on once your know what they have to offer.
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ReplyDeleteI am in Minneapolis, Minnesota
The place that has experienced so much violence and hostility and where the news stories highlight the worst of it
And yet
As we the Believers in Jesus
The followers of Our Lord
Walk about and Live our lives as a prayer and offering to Him
He lifts our head!
And reminds us that when He walked this earth it was quite hostile and discouraging
Yet…He kept His heart and mind and even body surrendered to the Will of the Father
And we have His Spirit because of all He’s done for us
Minneapolis is a beautiful city full of lakes and trees and people from all over the world and of course generations of white Europeans that settled here in the 1850’s
The call of God in this time of chaos and confusion is to turn our thoughts and our hearts back to Him
To Love Him with heart, Mind, soul and strength. It is here I find rest and comfort and my heart begins to sing again!
This city is full of Believers in Jesus who mourn, and are discouraged, and are meeting together to pray for our Leaders, our People, the Church of God around the World! It has been a wake up call
A life without our Lord Jesus is a life without Hope
We are the people of Hope
I sit by a fire this morning and think
Your thoughts of Boredom are so Helpful
Rest for our weary souls
Under the Shadow of His wings is the invitation.
Many years ago I found your trilogy of The Hawk and the Dove…I have probably purchased twenty copies over the years and gifted them…there are endless stories to tell how God has ministered through the gifts of your stories
Someday I will write a real letter and tell you…i sympathize with the boxes stacked high…I have a similar story…but as today the light is diminishing and the leaves are Gods stainglass cathedral of His artistry, I will go out and walk and find rest for my soul!
Gods Peace be with you
Krista
Yes, he held his light steady for the whole world, and our job is to hold our light steady just the same. xx
DeleteThank you so much fo rsharing this post! Warm greetings from a retired lady living in Montreal, Canada.
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