My new glasses had been missing for over twenty-four hours. Five minutes before my Skype therapy session, I picked up a glasses case from the bookcase in the hall, which I knew I’d picked up in a previous search, but at that time I shook it and thought it was empty, this time I opened it and there they were.
I went into the front room to set up my laptop for the Skype session, for which I wore my reading glasses, but I knew I needed the varifocals for the session proper. When Skype was open, I took off my readers to put the other ones on. They weren’t on the sofa next to me, they weren’t on the bookcase. I went back into the hall, just to make sure I had actually picked them up and brought them into the front room. I had walked maybe four metres up the hall and into the front room with them. I went back into the front room and checked the sofa again. Sitting on the sofa, I glanced round and saw a black glasses case on the rosewood table, just in my eyeline. Was that it? I walked over and picked it up and opened it – yes, there they were. I must have put them down on the table (amongst all the other junk, including another glasses case) as I walked past it en route to the sofa and the laptop. From start to finish, this took less than five minutes, but I had no recollection of where I’d put it down because things like that don’t register in my head.
Now, you’re probably thinking: ‘Oh, that happens to me all the time!’ or ‘We all have days like that!’ but that is not the point. My entire life revolves around things like this happening, so frequently that I couldn’t possibly count how many times a day (and I’d forget to anyway). Why am I focussing on it this morning? Because it’s symbolic.
I am thinking about fractals and granularity. Incidents like this happen at a microscopic level, but if I zoom in or out on my life, I can see them happening in different ways, at different granularities, over different time periods. They bounce around my head and it’s impossible to impose any structure over them, or to focus on more than one at a time, or to string them together into any kind of rational order. I have been card-making all week and that is all about tiny things and tiny actions, but what order do I need to do them in, and where are the things I need, and now I’ve found this, where did I put that which I had in my hand only minutes ago?
My therapist says: ‘that’s because you’re multi-tasking’ but with dyspraxia ‘multi-tasking’ is impossible, because you can only focus on one thing at a time and you lose track of everything else, and so you constantly bounce around like a pinball.