Today I started doing details while I work again. I cleaned the bathroom and I didn't go fast. I did a bit at a time and I didn't leave bits untidy. Doing details/ working/ being successful/ being my personality was the thing that my attacker was talking about when I was 19. So that is probably why all the PTSD is around doing these things. I am so glad I reclaimed working with details again. Sounds a bit silly, but I have spent so many years avoiding work by glossing over washing the dishes as fast as I can so I could pretend I didn't work. And my bathroom thanks me for it as it beginning to go green.