today, i mentioned one of my disabilities to an adult i know. i called it a disability, and i assumed the language i used to describe my condition would be respected. instead, this adult said to me “i don’t like to think of them as disabilities, instead think of it as being differently abled.”
my response: i’m going to be disabled whether or not you call me that. what’s so bad about the word “disabled?” antagonising the word “disabled” only demonises disabled people. shying away from the word “disabled” reinforces the shame society indoctrinates into us disabled people. it teaches us to hate ourselves for being disabled, to feel lesser than abled people. it feeds ableism and patronises disabled people.
disabled people should be taught to be proud of their disabilities; we should never be taught to feel shame or self hatred for being something we cannot change. furthermore, why should i want to change my disability? why should i always be wishing for the impossible: for a permanent part of me to be deleted?
instead, let’s celebrate our individuality and differences. let’s accept our disabilities!
i love doing crochet. i love doing weaving things with fabrics. i feel like if 600 year old ancestor of mine walked into the room she would be like, oh can i join u?
Time blindness is so fucking funny like when i was a third grader, a literal 9 years old i remember thinking how fast time is, and how i will be in highschool like very soon because in three years time i will be in sixth grade and that is like super duper very soon. While some days ago I remembered something that happened and i tried to remember when that was and my head goes " oh yeah, that happened yesterday "
No it did not
it happened like 30 minutes ago
that last bit from we free the stars, when Nasir was so happy he cried... my boy never really thought that his life was gonna get better, that he will one day feel happiness, valued.. loved...
executive dysfunction sounds like a fucking lie, even the ones who suffers from it think it's just some stupid excuses they make for not putting enough efforts, and the whole thing doesn't make any sense either!
" I can't do thing because brain stops me from doing it "
is this common with people with adhd or anyone struggling with any sort of mental stuff, like when you're finally in a good mood. And by that it could be how you start to enjoy reading, painting or anything at all again. Or it can also be how you're not struggling too much with executive function. Basically brain feels pretty good. But since you feel good as if you have no problems at all.. do you just.. forget everything completely about all of your struggles as if none of that ever happened or exist at all. like if you read your own shits about YOUR OWN struggles a question pops out ' did I just made shit up to sound relatable cause I can't fucking remember ever feeling that way- ' even though you're not the sort of person who would do that, and at the same time you struggle to understand the things you wrote down about your feelings cause you simply forgor
I'm asking cause I'm starting therapy and im in a good mood, i can't remember shit. i dont want therapist to think im a liar,making a big deal out of nothing :(
me: hey do you think i could do this work
adhd: hmmmm no :) you’re going to plan an entire novel in your head and think about nothing but how excited you are to write it :)
me: okay well i finally have some free time now, so do you think i could write the novel:
adhd: sorry i forgot to mention, you’ve just forgotten every thought you ever had :( also your motivation is dead now lol
okay but having adhd is so sad when you don’t have a hyperfixation so pretty much nothing gives you joy and you try and force joy out of stuff, you attempt new interests, you go back to old hyperfixations and... nothing? :( it’s so upsetting because it’s like damn. i can’t even have fun in a normal way. and that’s kind of sad ngl
i hate it when people speak for me, most of the time its not even that close to what's in my mind with the words they spits out. BUt i also fucking hate it when someone finally asked me why and letting me speak cause only at that moment I can't reply because out of nowhere i forgot everything even to how i'm feeling. now they really gonna think i am just a doodoo wind head the fuck