I wrote this in response to someone expressing difficulty doing
tasks that seem trivial, yet are overwhelming. Simply arranging
an office, then sorting things out to be conveniently nearby. It all
becomes too much, too many things to think about at once. But
it can be done, even by an Aspie, if one takes it a bite at a time.
Sometimes I just have to admit that I'm spinning my wheels and
have to stop trying, have to face facts, come back when I'm fresh.

This is part of the blessing of my late-life dx. I'm kinder to me.

Yes, I now am much kinder to myself when I feel I am struggling
to manage. I allow more time. I feel the difference. I went to a
new place for an appointment, allowing generous time to take
surface streets instead of daring to attempt the freeway that is
really too fast and too angry for me to navigate. I dawdled along
at a speed that suited my ability to look around at what was on
both sides of the street. I found my destination. Had time to sit
in the parking lot and decompress from the tension of driving. By
the time I entered the building I was almost comfortable to meet
again a woman who had been very kind on the phone in advising
me about papers I had to fill out. I was there to show her the
result of our mutual effort. I barely recognized her from meeting
her a year or more before, but she recognized me. I then drove
myself home, leisurely, and was proud of how I managed my
time so that I did not have to rush or risk making a mistake. -Zer
(who still never leaves home without a list of where I'm going,
including what streets to turn which way on; this really helps me
avoid that blanking out on the road; when that happens, I pull off
and just wait for things to stop churning, to sort themself out.)