Tag: actually adhd

adhd spring cleaning gothic

adhdpie:

adhdpie:

  • you have 12 socks left. none of them match.
  • you dust the lid of a box and open it for the first time in years.  when you gaze upon the objects inside, a soft golden glow reflects upon your face.

    Everything in the box is absolutely vital to your existence. You do not know how you went on without them nor how you could part with them now. You smile gently, your eyes smoldering. No; you could not throw away a single thing in this box.  You close the box again with a sense of satisfaction and return it to its place. The smolder in your eyes dies away.

    according to your mobile phone, 3 days have passed.you have no idea what is in the box you just put back.

  • there is a book on every hard surface in your home. Each book is different. Each book has a bookmark at page 271. when you look directly at the book on your coffee table, it disappears.
  • you start to organize your desk. you start to organize your nightstand. you start to organize your dresser. you start to organize your kitchen cabinets. you start to organize your bathroom sink. you start to organize.
  • you are playing a cell phone game on your couch. nothing is organized.
  • your room is finally clean – all surfaces are dusted, all clutter is gone, all clothes out of sight, all books off the tables. Everything is gone. (You think you can hear the faint sound of chewing from the dresser drawers.)
  • you have 27 socks spread out on your clean floor. none of them match.

i edited it and now it’s somehow creepier

Also, you say spring cleaning when this is just me trying every day to do something. Is every day spring? Am I cleaning? Everything is important, especially that random box stuff and all those halfread books. Oooh, Candy Crush.

jabberwockypie:

fittingoutjane:

adhdteacherthings:

I used to do things pre-diagnosis and think to myself, “adults don’t do that.” Adults don’t scooter on the backs of shopping carts or lay upside down on the couch or jump up and down while watching TV. But after I got diagnosed with ADHD I realized that adults DO all those things, cuz here I am doing all these things and I’m an adult.

So basically what I’m trying to say is, don’t shame yourself into not doing harmless things that make you happy just cuz you think people your age shouldn’t do it.

It’s not just the harmless happy things, it can also be things you need.  I used to think about ways that I could manage my ADHD better, or ways that other people could help me, and I’d draw a blank.

I’ve recently realized that this is because I had a lot of ideas when I was younger, and people told me I was wrong. No, I couldn’t write my homework down on my hand, I should use a notebook that could get lost at any moment. No, I couldn’t have my school assignments reduced to a more manageable length as long as my test scores stayed up. No, that’s not the way, that’s too weird, fix the problem, but NOT LIKE THAT.

Sometimes, those things you aren’t supposed to do are exactly what you need to do.

Also, lying upside-down activates your parasympathetic nervous system.

Which is REALLY USEFUL if you’re ramping up to a panic attack, because it’ll help stop it!

… I never realised my lifelong habit of lying on sofas and chairs almost upside down was unconscious anxiety management. Noted.

Hooking my way into 2018. Going to the yarn store yesterday 20 mins before closing was a GOOD IDEA because I’m no longer destroying my hands and I’m 22 rows into Mini Rings of Change (which may turn into the massive paid version if my yarn stocks and patience hold out). So yeah, starting 2018 by redirecting self-harming stims and crocheting a massive fuck-off rainbow doily that may in the end cover our whole double bed.

*devil horns* I know how to ring the changes, peeps. Rock on.

ivystudying:

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post, and I figured that these tips might be extra helpful with exam season approaching. As someone who struggles a lot with procrastination, I do everything I can to fight the urge to put assignments off until the last minute (even though I’m not always successful). 

As always, good luck! (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Reblogging this for the neurodiverse people on my flist, some things here that are useful for peeps who struggle with executive function and planning.

Kay so it’s a hard PTSD day because social media. I love you guys, tho, and you should post whatever you like, whatever makes you happy, because that’s what social media should be about. PTSD is a minefield, and what sets me off surprises me sometimes, and I’ve been living with it for 36 years. What set me off was something that probably seemed jokey to most people, but as a neurodivergent child abuse survivor was horrifying. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have reacted like I did. My reaction was perfectly rational for someone with my perspective. It might have seemed extreme to someone else, someone not-me, but it was rational. What I don’t want is for someone to think I’m angry at them personally for posting or reblogging something that they found funny that I did not. Our perspectives are different. The world is a different place to each of us based on who we are and the experiences we went through. A joke that might be funny to some, might trigger horrible emotional turmoil in someone who’s been abused, been raped, been discriminated against or attacked because of their race, their gender, their sexuality. That doesn’t make them wrong, too sensitive, or without humour. That makes them a human, a squishy being with a different experience to yours. Please remember, please be kind, and please adjust your world-view if needed. Thanks.

iamshadow21:

iamshadow21:

proto-homo:

powerbottomjotaro:

this is such a bad product. you might have temporary control over your tot but youre just going to make it stronger. whats worse than an uncontrollable baby? an uncontrollable baby who has never missed leg day and could kill you with one kick

Also, those leg weight things aren’t even recommended by a lot of people for adults. I’ve worn then to work out, and they cause a lot of joint pain and unnatural movement. Just imagine what that does, physiologically, to a toddler, who is still growing their bones. You’re essentially putting shackles on your baby. Just use the freaking leash and flip the bird to anyone who judges you for using it. And use the backpack/harness ones, for bob’s sake. The wrist-strap ones can dislocate their shoulder if they run and fall over when it’s at full stretch.

Holy shit i just read the weights on those, the pair on their own is 5lb PER WEIGHT the ones ON THE KID are 10 POUNDS EACH. For those in metric countries, 5lb = 2.25kg. EACH. Or 4.5 kg each for the 10lb ones. (For scale, sacks of potatoes often come in 5kg or 10kg bags.) WHY DON’T YOU JUST CEMENT YOUR KID TO THE FLOOR. My hand weights I use while walking are 1kg each, and they are HEAVY after I’ve held them for longer than about ten minutes. And I’m an ablebodied adult who can drop them completely if I want to or need to. You’re strapping weights many times heavier than that to your baby’s body.

If a kid falls wearing those, not only are they going to be unable to stand, their legs are going to break on either side of those things like dry twigs. You’re gonna have a baby in full leg casts, maybe with a permanent injury if it damages the growth plates. All because you didn’t want to be stared at. Jesus fucking Christ.

prae-arx-pacis replied to your photo post

@iamshadow21 this is a joke, take a breath.

Okay, yeah, it’s a joke, but except for how it’s not, because cruelty to kids is real and if these existed, people would buy them. I’m allowed to be upset that this product is plausible, because that’s the kind of world we live in.

Go The Fuck To Sleep is a joke. As we live in a world where kids, especially neurodiverse kids, are regularly, routinely, and ACCEPTABLY restrained and secluded in special and mainstream educational settings and institutions, never mind their own homes, THIS IS NOT A JOKE. It’s a horror story with a Pleasantville, Stepford Wives aesthetic. It’s a joke, unless it’s your body, your bones, your bruises, your PTSD.

http://stophurtingkids.com/

Watch the freaking film and then tell me again how funny the joke is.

On the Edge of Gone by Corinne Duyvis

Dear Corinne,

I got so excited when I found out that there was a book in the sci-fi/fantasy genre with an autistic character, written by an autistic person. You have no idea. The moment Otherbound hit my radar, it was on my wishlist, an eventually, I managed to snag a copy. It’s on my shelf, waiting, and I’ll get to it, too, but I haven’t quite yet. I wasn’t expecting that I would read On the Edge of Gone so soon. I have serious anxiety comorbid with my autism, and end-of-the-world/apocalyse scenarios are a trigger for me sometimes. It’s a hangover from being a child of the time before the Berlin Wall fell. There’s so many books from the Soviet era that are all about what happens to a kid after the bombs fall. It was so normal that when someone a few years back asked for recs for this subgenere, I came up with about thirty books. We were brought up in the shadow of our imminent extinction. Let me tell you, the current POTUS isn’t helping that.

But fate stepped in – my library had a copy that I found by accident on the shelf in Young Adult. Both Otherbound and On the Edge of Gone, just sitting there, waiting for me, and On the Edge of Gone was the one I didn’t own, so I grabbed it. And once I started reading it, I didn’t stop. My attention issues make it hard these days to hyperfocus enough to read a book in one sitting, but I did it. It wasn’t just the autistic character. It was the others – the queer secondary characters, that I saw a lot of myself in, too. The sister. The couple, helping out any way they could. I even saw myself in the mother, though her burden isn’t one of my own, I saw myself at my most dependant, my most weak, and I ached for her. You shone a light on the side of society that most people forget exists – the queer, the disabled, the addicted, the different, and you didn’t just make it a narrative of horrendous loss. You made it heart-breaking, yes, but you made it hopeful. You gave your characters choices that weren’t always right or wrong but were always HUMAN, and made me feel my inherent connection to a species I often feel has marginalised me for my neurotype, my gender, my sexuality. It took the common ‘they all die, obviously’ trope and turned it on its head and created something beautiful.

I still have Otherbound waiting for me, but reading it isn’t stepping into the unknown. I know now what you can do, and how you can make me feel, so I’m anticipating what it will be with excitement.

Thank you.

fullhalalalchemist:

when we say we’re tired of politics we mean that we’re tired if being scared, tired of being worn out, tired of anticipating the next hate crime, tired of seeing what shitty piece of legislation “conservatives” and even liberal people come up with next, tired of not being taken seriously, tired of our lives apparently not mattering to people, tired of so so so much.