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Yes I may have been a bit weird.
But no
I did not deserve to be treated like that.
I was only a child
That ADHD/ND feeling when you think you’re doing everything right and you’re doing a good job and then someone tells you you’re doing everything wrong and you’re disappointing them
ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
"can i stop you for a second" NO i have ADHD if you STOP ME i will DIE like a SHARK
Hell. Oh shit! The fuck!!! I forgot my psychiatrist time today. I mean ... as a tag I add here ADHD and you all nod and think "yeah, sure, she has ADHD, of course she forgets things". But I'm 43 and I have lived with this ADHD long time. I have systems. I don't (usually) forget. But. I had a friend coming on Sunday, but he cancelled last minute, saying "Let's do this tomorrow." And my son seemed sickly, so I did not send him to school. This friend came and I totally had feeling that it is Sunday. I mean. Nobody goes to school, friend came, I don't work (I have disabilities, plural), Sunday feeling all over me - and in the evening I check my mailbox and there is a letter from this psychiatrist. "We should have zoom meeting right now, where are you?" Oh SHIT!
I hate Mondays.
We, as Neurodivergent Society, do not talk enough about the physical pain that comes with a Special Interest ending. Everyone talks about falling into and out of their Hyperfixations, but not many people explain the deep, physical loss that comes with a sustained Special Interest. Probably because most people have Special Interests that last (space, animals, history, etc.), but some of us latch onto a piece of media so tightly we would suffer actual withdrawal if we let go.
The media seeps its way into our pores and attaches itself to every fiber of our beings, it becomes part of us. Facing its mortality feels eerily similar to facing down the death of a loved one. These characters (while we know they aren’t real people) feel real to us. They are our friends, family, protectors, and confidants. We see ourselves in them and cannot fathom the idea that they will not be in our lives forever. They have left indelible imprints on our souls we will carry with us for the rest of our lives.
So, as I run headlong into the final season of Stranger Things and prepare to witness the end of this heroic story, I find myself incredibly emotional. This story has lived in my body for almost ten years. It is a permanent part of me. I’m not quite ready to let it go yet. Thankfully, I have some time to prepare, but I will still bawl like a baby as the credits roll, watching the nightmare finally end. Stranger Things has carried me through the darkest times in my life and taught me more about myself than any doctor ever could. I know it may be difficult to understand, especially if your brain doesn’t work like mine, but I urge you to try. Special Interests are all-consuming fires that fuel us from the inside—we need them to survive. So the next time someone in your life is crying over their show, video game, book series ending, remember this: They’re mourning their homeland.
HEY!! Here's my story with getting my autism diagnosis, in case it might help anyone,, <3
I have had the privilege to be diagnosed with autism, and I was diagnosed at the end of last year. But here's the thing, that doctor was skeptical about me because I seemed fine talking, and I was already diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder and PTSD. I told him I could really only talk to him because I had taken an INSANE amount of caffeine and was hyping myself up the entire day. It was really only a meet and greet appointment and sent me, my mom, and my now ex step-dad with this test to see how I saw my symptoms and how they saw me. HOWEVER, my parents are never around me. They had no idea how to fill out the test and would just go off of when I was 5 or 7. Which is insanity because they hardly knew me then. My mom knew more about me and was more open-minded to me, possibly being autistic and answering it as best as she could... from when I was 5. At least she was open-minded. My "dad" however though was adamant that I wasn't autistic. Here's the thing with my "dad" though, HE. WOULD. NEVER. HANH. OUT. WITH. ME. I'm not even exaggerating. He suffered from manic depression and would isolate, he would stay in his room or work nonstop for about 3 years. Luckily, he is no longer in me or my moms lives and we are finally free from his stereotypical, racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, Andrew tate listening ahh self. From that description, you can really guess how horrible he was. So, we take the tests back and this time only the sad excuse of a father figure was the only one who came with me. He gave his side of the story (which was straight up of lies) and then the doctor came and talked to me and said "Hey, we can't give you an autism diagnosis" and I just started sobbing my eyes out and was able to convince him to get me another appointment. And guess what? That next appointment I was diagnosed with autism.
Moral of the story, get that lie out of your head that getting a diagnosis is easy. Some people can't even get diagnosed, it's expensive and built on stereotypes. Even if you do get in the process of getting a diagnosis it takes forever and even the doctors don't guarantee anything.
Keep fighting.
Damn this song goes hard *plays on loop for the next two weeks and not listening to any other songs*
Ah yes the horror movie where I am the murderer (I kill them by talking about my hyperfixation nonstop)
Am I smart? No. Can I hide my stupidity with distracting you with my autism first? Yes.
"I gotta see my occupational therapist"
"you have an OT?"
"Uh yeah?"
"HOW AUTISTIC ARE YOU???"
-random kids
QUICKLY!! Distract them with your autism!!
*plays the same song on loop for a week straight*
NOT THAT MUCH AUTISM!!
shocking.
wow.
no way.
I love how me and all my neruodivergent queer friends all like to bite others as a love language like chomp chomp I love you man om nom nom imma eat you like corn on the cob
When I first started taking my adhd med the voices stopped and I didn't like that so now I say everything outloud to keep my brain company
My mum: I will buy you specific foods that I know are safe for you and will avoid buying foods with particular mouth feels. I will also buy you items specifically related to whatever you're obsessed with at the time, as well as items with sensory aspects that I know you enjoy comforting. I will remind you to bring fidget toys when we go out or if you are stressed and will tell people that I dislike sudden loud noises and bright lights and will try to defend you from them
Also my mum: lol you're not autistic, I'd know, I have a degree in childcare