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The Hair Dye Rollercoaster

Dying Hair.

I rather imagine that to most people, it’s not that big a deal… Or maybe it is, because, well, it is their hair. But whatever that truth may be, mine is that of… well, if it goes wrong, it’s a Mega Disaster of Exreme Proportions. What am I talking about? Hair dying going very, very wrong. Not the “it’s gone accidentally green” kind, mind you — for me, all it has to be is the wrong shade (especially if it’s too dark). It’s a very, very real concern for me, when I have to start using a new hair dye, because my usual one is somehow available no more.

The very words new hair dye just fills me with dread. It could mean anything — a wonderful new find, or a complete disaster of epic proportions that scar my red-hair-loving sensitivities. There have been more than enough disasters. I’m too old and too experienced, and far too Aspie now, to cope with anything other than perfection. And I cannot guarantee that if I have to use a completely different kind of hair dye, and just do more than basically hope for the best…

As an Aspie (ASD/Asperger’s), I find any change incredibly distressing… Add to that, my finding out my favourite hair dye was now unavailable and had ceased to exist. Not only that, I’d not long had to go and find it as “the new hair dye”, because my former favourite dye had been changed just enough so that it was now unreliable, even had an unstable and unseemly colour to it… and I had been using that one for years. It was not good.

All this, along with everything else, was making things not too easy to live with, when it came to my hair. My hair means everything to me, and dying it red — no matter what shade of it that I’m after at any one time — is the biggest part of it. Without it, I wasn’t me. I couldn’t self-identify in any way if I didn’t look down as see red tresses. If I looked in the mirror and saw even a small amount of “Badgering” (where the regrowth is a mixture of heavy grey and nearly-black hair that is showing well enough to be obvious), then I started getting a little anxious it was no longer red.

An Aspie’s Dilemma — Fear vs. Roots

It might sound silly, or dramatic, to others, but so much swapping and changing was all starting to feel like Trauma. It can be downright traumatic to endure any changes when you’re ASD; but something that beloved [as my hair] being forced to undergo so many of them in a relatively short space of time (for me) makes it too, too hard.

This felt like Trauma, on top of Trama, on top of Trauma. This current rollercoaster of hair colour was emotionally exhausting, always having to go and find a new one that would suffice, and then having to use a whole new dye, forced to repeat the scenario over and over again, when this recently “new” one is discontinued or no longer available for some other reason.

Not only is all of this going round in my head to deal with, but there is also the part where I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that a replacement is required at all... My mind simply cannot comprehend why it’s necessary to discontinue or change something that just works. That fact is also difficult to comprehend. When it does happen… It’s always a split second moment of being hit with the feeling of utter grief and despair of the loss (yes, honestly, that is how I feel!), soon replaced by a sense of just freefalling and panic. What to do now? What am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to use, to colour my hair? Where do I go? Who [in the hair dye universe] do I turn to now? How could this happen? Why me? … Seriously. 😐 🤨

It runs through my head, over and over again, like a mantra of pure terror, of utter panic. It usually sends me into a frantic, fevered hunt all over the internet for something to replace it. Quick. This super-fast pandemonium is only halted by finding something that will… suffice… at being my answer.

I do hate doing at that though… It’s a sensation that I would rather never experience. Ever. I was saved from it for many, many years — but then the company went and changed it, somehow, and then I had to go to find different ones. Then a few months after I managed to find its replacement, that ended up discontinued without a word of warning. Leaving me with absolutely nothing with nowhere to turn. Just Charming...

This is how I have ended up with this choice — Garnier Olia. It has some lovely reds on offer; the one I chose (after some long pondering), was 7.40 Intense Copper.

My hair was dyed a very similar colour from my last one — therefore, to me, this felt like it showed the most promising liklihood to be an adequate replacement.

So, terrified and with great trepidation, I chose it and waited to find out the fate of my hair with this one.

New Beginnings. Again.

Starting the process of using a new hair dye was a Big Step. I had to try hard to convince myself to do it. In the end, it was the Badgering — at least 2 inches of the that damned regrowth by now — that did it in the end, and pushed me over the edge. I just couldn’t take it staring at me anymore.

The process wasn’t a complicated one, about the same as all the others, but it was more elegant and better thought-out than any other one I’d come across. It was rather clever and thoughtful to make it so you could use the box itself as a steadying stand for the applicator whilst you poured the Developer Creme and Colour into it.

For someone with dexterity issues and weakened fine motor skills, who is now very clumsy from it, this Hair Dye Set/Kit was the easiest one I have come across. For me, it is the most “fingers-friendly” of them all. I really liked using it, and I was constantly surprised as to how different (read: “easy”) it was to use to the others.

It also certainly didn’t hurt that it all came in some lovely packaging, too. The box itself is very elegant, sophisticated and eye-catching, with most of the front of it showing just the hair colour, not a model with it on, allowing you to have a better idea of what shade is to be expected when using it. The bottles and tubes within are pretty and easy to use — not to mention the tear-shaped bulbous applicator that is a fantastic shape to use it, and makes applying it, even with my rather struggling hands and fingers, easy to manage.

If the Kit itself was well-made, the product — in my own opinion — was just as much so. It was easy to use the dye, because instead of it being a form of… sticky, goopy, watery, well, goo… it’s a thin but creamy-esque texture that was easy to put on. It went much further than the average bottle of dye. It covered pretty much all of my hair quite well (and I have really long hair) and I only used the one bottle to complete my hopefully-not-too-different transformation.

I leave dye on to marinade/cook way too long — but I find that it works a treat. It’s not 30 minutes, like on the box… Oh, no. Mine is more like, 3 hours. Oh, yep! But afterwards, I get a pretty great colour, better than I did before.

To add to this, I also wrap it up in a plastic shopping carrier bag, tied around my head. This helps keep it from drying out, helps keep it safe — and things safe from it! — and allows it to marinade better under there. They’re quite the rarities now, but I end up getting a few of these plastic carrier bags from some places, and mainly Subway sandwich stores, due to requiring to carry multiple items on the back of my wheelchair, and of course, I hang onto them all to dye my hair with!

Shiny. New. Hair!

The rest of it now, even for me, is a piece of cake. After the required Marinating Time, it’s into the shower and the dye comes streaming off.

The rest, as they say, is history!


Grey Matter

One’s hair is becoming the wrong colour, especially at this age. If hair should become wrong colour, let it be from buying wrong hair dye… NOT from going prematurely grey (I’ve barely turned 30 – it is not OK!).

It’s very disconcerting when your once dark-brown roots come through streaked with silver – especially when silver starts to seriously outnumber the brown. And you’re not 50. I start to look old, even though I’m really not – and it’s irritating too, as roots need to be done more religiously. It’s one thing to have brown roots, it’s totally another thing to have grey ones. It’s rather unacceptable, and frankly a little discouraging. At 30, hair dye should be still used for fun, not necessity.

I was reading that a deficiency in vitamin B and/ or high and continuous levels of stress hormones (adrenaline, cortisol, etc) ravaging your hair-colour (melanin?) stores so there’s none left to use on the hair itself to colour it in. I have done, and probably still do suffer from both, so I suppose that’s a no-brainer really… Apparently, the amount of under 30s with greying hair has doubled recently – something like 32% are such afflicted as I with this problem. Stress being the common cause. Obviously. It’s probably from the vicious circle of finding one little grey hair, panicking, and then subsequently causing the other buggers to turn up, causing more to happen, causing more panic, etc, etc. It would just never end. Until you were totally grey, then you just might start pulling your hair out instead.

On the bright side though, I have realised this phenomenon will make the dye come out better and brighter (red – as in bright, real actual red – can be rather rubbish on brown hair, as they’re rather incompatible). Truth be told, the fact my favourite hair dye actually states on the box that it is “unsuitable for grey hair” because the outcome will be “too vibrant” gives me some optimism about having more silver locks than the oppressive and annoying taint of brown. Once almost totally grey, I’ll actually, for once, end up with the colour on the box, instead of the crappy barely-there colour on the back under “dark-brown/black” sample that is undistinguishable from the start colour and rather looks like they haven’t really bothered.

Now, what I don’t understand is that the people behind what is supposed to be a new-fangled miracle pill for preventing the annoying problem of grey hair is actually L’Oreal. And given that L’Oreal is probably the biggest hair dye company ever, isn’t that just shooting yourself in the foot?

I say it’d make a better option make a hair-dye pill instead. Take it and it turns the melanin a different colour – whatever’s on the box. That way is finally be able to have my hair fire-engine red without the 90% peroxide required to do so – it’d be win-win. Not only would you get rid of the grey, you could then turn it any colour, and – better still – never have to use that stinking, god-awful bottle of vile goop (that never looks like the colour you’re trying to get), which leaves your bathroom looking like its been in a paint-balling war, with gloves that never fit, no matter what, and leaves your hands looking like you’ve taken part in a massacre (or it does if your colour of choice is red).

I’d really like one right now, in fact. Because I just really can’t be buggered to going to all that trouble – again. After just a few short weeks since I did it last, I don’t want to turn my bathroom into something that looks like a cheap alchemy lab where a horrific massacre took place, and then look like an alien took over my head for a good couple of hours afterwards – before I turn my shower dark pink, as usual, whilst it all washes out again. All in the name of pretty-coloured hair.

What a farce women have to go to, so we can have nice, coloured-in (and not grey) hair – it really is amazing what we put up with in the name of beauty, and in the 21st century this ritual still hasn’t really changed. We can put a man on the moon and keep our entire life in a tiny square of plastic (BB/iPhone), but we still have to put messy goo on out hair every six weeks to make it look pretty. You can tell the world is ruled by men.

So now I really just have one other thing to say… I’ll really like to just take the hair dye pill now, thanks.

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