so after discovering ufyh earlier today on reddit, i’ve been reading through the archives aaaalllll day, and i’ve just only now hit the entries for july. clearly, this will take a while, but one thing that is jumping out at me is the number of people who describe, in alarming detail, the exact same problems with cleaning i have. the childhood history of marathon cleanings accompanied by fighting, screaming and crying. the desperate panic when i realize company is coming in TWO HOURS and the apartment is a disaster. that sinking feeling when you resign yourself to the mess. i understand it ALL. and someone else understands it with me! lots of people! and ufyh is changing their lives.
i haven’t put ANY of it in to action yet, but i already feel BETTER. i feel less stressed and anxious and sick tummy depressed about my abilities as a wife and adult.
the concept of short bursts of cleaning focusing on just one spot at a time was introduced to me in therapy. but there’s something about the methods shared on ufyh that make it seem more do-able than my therapist ever did. and without the subtle judgment [probably imagined] coming from him.
sorry to keep posting about this today, but this is kind of major for me.
Not to get all kumbaya-ya on you, dude*, but you’re not alone here. It’s just that no one was talking about it with each other before. We can unfuck this.
*”Dude,” like everything UfYH-related, is gender-neutral.