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.

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.

wrangletangle:

When we say “executive dysfunction”, I think it’s important to acknowledge to ourselves (and make clear to those who don’t struggle with it) that we’re talking about a basket of different struggles that we’re labeling with one name for convenience. One person’s executive dysfunction may not look like another person’s, even though the outcome (not being able to complete a task) may look similar from the outside.

Some people with executive dysfunction struggle to break down tasks into their component steps. Others struggle to connect cause and effect (’if I do this, this other thing will likely happen’), which makes daily life a confusing and sometimes terrifying black box. Still others can break down steps and parse out cause and effect, but they can’t start the first task (hello anxiety my old friend), or they get partway through and get distracted by a tangent or forget what the next step was because there were more than three (ah add i never miss you because you never leave), or they run out of energy before they can finish (tons of situations can cause this, both physical and mental). Sometimes people have a poor sense of how long it will take to do tasks, never seeming to budget enough because they don’t track time internally well. Others can only complete a task when they have sufficient adrenaline to spike their brain into focus, which usually means working in panic mode, which associates those tasks with Bad Feelings and further reinforces any anxiety the person may have.

And this isn’t just a few people. This is large-scale, across many groups struggling with different issues, from heavy metal poisoning to autism to add to chronic illness to anxiety to schizophrenia to mood disorders to traumatic brain injury, and more.

What we need, as a society, is to build better structures for supporting those with executive dysfunction, structures that acknowledge the multiple different types and causes. Because we cannot keep throwing the baby out with the bathwater here. We throw away incredible human potential that could help all of us because our society is set up to require a single skill which a large percentage of our teen and adult society doesn’t have and can’t easily develop (or they would have, trust me), or previously had by has temporarily lost due to injury or illness.

Instead of treating executive function as something that some people have developed and others haven’t, like artistic skills or a talent in maths or the ability to visualize systems or managing people, we treat it as a default that some people haven’t mastered because they’re [insert wrongheaded judgment here].

What if we treated the visual arts that way? If you can’t draw skillfully, you must be deficient in some way. How can you not draw? Anyone can draw. You start as a young child with crayons, what do you mean you can’t do this basic task?

Never mind that it’s a really complex skill by the time you’re expected to do the adult version, rather than the crayon version. Never mind that not everyone has been able to devote energy to developing that skill, and never mind that not everyone can visualize what they want to produce or has the hand-eye coordination necessary to accomplish it.

Now, I have friends who say that anyone can draw, and maybe they’re right on some level. But it’s hard to deny that it helps that drawing is optional. That you can opt out and no one thinks any less of you as a person. Executive function is treated as non-optional, and to some extent, since it’s involved in feeding and clothing and cleaning and educating oneself, it’s not entirely optional. But we make all of those tasks much harder by assuming by default that everyone can do them to an equal degree, and that no one needs or should need help.

If we built a society where it was expected that I might need timed reminders to eat, I would probably remember to do it more often. I certainly did as a child, when the adults around me were responsible for that task. Now that I’m an adult, the assumption is that I somehow magically developed a better internal barometer for hunger. Many people do. But I and many others did not. Recognizing that there are many of us who need help and treating that need as normal would go a long way toward building support into the basic fabric of our society.

But then, I guess that’s been the cry of disability advocates for decades; just assume this is a thing people need help with and build the entire structure with that assumption in mind.

How to Live Better With Executive Dysfunction

strangerdarkerbetter:

How to Live Better With Executive Dysfunction

Yesterday we talked about what executive dysfunction is and today we’re going to talk about some ways to live a better life with executive dysfunction. If you’ve ever tried to look for resources on how to cope with executive dysfunction, I’m sure you’ve had the same desire I did to bang your head against a wall in frustration as basically all of the resources out there are for how parents can…

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So apparently my subconscious self decided I was lacking in ‘pink’ in my diet when I went shopping earlier.

I also bought cooked prawns, sweet potato, and radishes, but at least they were on the shopping list.

Actually super excited for the cordial, because I like pink grapefruit in juices and things, and Bickfords do gorgeous cordials.

So today is a bad day. I just had a bath with my Sakura bath bomb, @kath-ballantyne is making me food, and we may make pear ice cream later with the little corella pears that never ripened that she put in to roast in the oven.

Which is all lovely. But it felt like the hardest thing in the world to even move. I couldn’t go to the gym even though the exercise might help because just the thought of leaving the house made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.

When I get like this it’s paralysing. I know I’m hungry but I can’t do anything about it. I am literally unable to open my mouth and say, “I need food.” The words are there, the need to eat is there, but I cannot speak, let alone go to the kitchen, look at what we have and come up with a meal, even if that meal is just juice drunk from the carton.

I can’t focus enough to read, even when I know escapism would be helpful. I can’t game. The will to do things is there, but the actual ability is as inaccesible to me as if I never had it at all.

I left the water in the bath. I may get in it again later, if I need to.

LOLO,LOL she just thoughfully piped up saying I should eat lowcarb and less sugar and stuff and I’m like, ‘Bitch, I been gluten free for eight years, eat very little refined sugar, lost 15kg in the last two years, get plenty of exercise, tried yoga, tried talking therapy, been medicated since I was sixteen, the meds control the depression but not the anxiety so all I can do is live with it’ and walked out. She said ‘well, good luck with it all,“ and I said ‘thanks’ because I can’t help being polite, and then I walked in circles in the kitchen for a few mintues because it’s that or scream.

Why do people seem to think I’m not trying? I mentioned at least twice that I was in burnout, that all I could do right now was manage my stress and get through it. I explained that trying further education had left me housebound multiple times in the past. I told her I’d lost jobs because of my disability, because my exec function impeded my ability to work at the speed and accuracy of others.

But obviously, I’m just sitting on my arse and not trying because I’m choosing to safeguard my health. I’m fighting the urge to scream and meltdown every time I leave the house. I’m shaking my Tangle in the shops, on my treadmill at the gym, because the sensory assault and the stress of being around people makes me want to hide.

But I’m not trying, because leaving the house isn’t an achievement to them.

Wasn’t feeling too bad when I got up this morning until a (non-autistic) friend of my mum’s who’s here brainstorming schoolwork stuff with her felt the need to tell me that my executive function/anxiety/etc was ‘exactly like hers’ and how she was able to get through uni and a career by asking god for help and I’m just…..

So now I’m reading my tumblr and stimming like mad with my Tangle and trying not to cry.