13/04/2026
Sunday musings. I just had a ‘thing’ with someone on their post. Do you know the thing?
Someone on social media described a well-known trauma therapist as an IFS therapist. I couldn’t let it sit. The therapist is brilliant. Their work is extraordinary, really helpful to me and many many other people.. and they have a good collegial relationship with Dick Schwartz… but they’ve never undertaken the IFS trainings. They talk about how wonderful IFS is but they have a different lens. So I replied to this person’s comment to this effect. It didn’t land well and the other person came back with a load of words defending the therapist.
Nooo 🫣 Ah! i see.. once again.. this is an example of my information integrity drive. My correction impulse. My AuDHD pro-social truth-telling.
I had wanted to be clear, kind and relational and (it took me a while to know the difference in me) it’s not about being right. I have parts that like to be right (oh yes!). This isn’t that. It’s not about embarrassing or shaming anyone. I so believe we all do better when we’re working from accurate information, when things are clear. It comes from care, not competition.. really for me it does! However it also gets painful when the inaccuracy touches something for someone else and they don’t think I’m making a small factual clarification, instead they see I’m dismantling something or criticising them. So I’m perceived as difficult, intense, too much, too pedantic. As someone who can’t just let it go. I used to get misunderstood around this a lot and it still happens
The painful irony is that my intention is very much relational. I’m trying to make sure we’re all working from something solid and it comes from integrity. However the impact reads as attack and as one-upmanship and not being a team player. (Yes I have those parts too. I can be grandiose and superior and also withdraw and do things on my own. This isn’t that ).
When someone defends rather than receives.. especially when I know my heart was in the right place.. there’s a particular kind of loneliness in that for me. A “but nooo you’ve got me completely wrong” feeling which coincides with my rejection sensitivity (again my wiring, I also have tender ones who experienced abandonment as a child and have as an adult felt rejection)
I’ve lived with this my whole life. Long before I had the words AuDHD for it.
My mum had the same wiring. Undiagnosed and without any of the language I have now. In her later years the justice sensitivity consumed her and she could get stuck on perceived injustices for years, turning them over and over with nowhere to put them. Add in rejection sensitivity and it’s horrific. Wiringis highly inheritable I understand it differently now than I did then.
There’s a term for it: justice sensitivity, alongside information integrity drive. The AuDHD nervous system experiences unfairness, dishonesty, or integrity violations as a threat and when it can’t be fixed when the misrepresentation goes unchallenged, when bad behaviour faces no consequences then my nervous system just keeps the file open and I circle round and loop. Returning. Unable to close it. Rumination. Close to OCD… a mixture of wiring and parts.
So at home with a man I love.. genuinely, he’s wonderful.. who has a fun habit of renaming things deliberately for the enjoyment of it. Somewhere in my nervous system a small alarm goes off. My information integrity drive does not care that it’s a joke. It just knows that is not the word. It’s not right! We have a little relational tug of war around this. He knows. I know. We navigate it with love and an intention to meet this with curiosity, connection as our wiring clashes in this area, a double empathy moment to be navigated.
I look in the mirror. I’m not easy to live with! I know I’m a lot. Living with me requires patience, flexibility, and a fairly robust sense of self (and Self energy!). I correct things. I notice details . I will gently, warmly, persistently make sure the record is straight. On a bad day I can speak more sharply, I can say things directly without pausing to consider the impact and my words or tone can land badly for the other. Not my intention but I’m working on being more relational on a daily basis.
This is parts work in real life. Noticing the impulse. Understanding where it comes from. Choosing ..consciously, effortfully .. what to do with it.
The justice sensitivity is also a gift. People with a finely tuned radar for wrongness are often the ones who speak up when others stay quiet. Who notice when something’s off in a system. Who can be trusted to tell the truth. Advocates for others too.
Where I’ve got to today is that this gift isn’t to be switched off but for me learning to be relational with it. Sometimes the correction needs to happen and risk that it won’t land as intended but it’s out there.. and sometimes love is letting the renamed thing stay renamed, or the error stay as it is.
Does your justice sensitivity and drive for information integrity and truth get you into trouble? I’d love to know your version 🧡
Edit: The person I referenced in the opening of this post has since come back to me directly and pointed out that I misrepresented their response. They were gracious, not defensive. I read them through my own activated lens and got it wrong. Painfully ironic given what this post is about. I’m sorry, both publicly and personally 🧡