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Also I hate that class is compulsory

I can’t concentrate on command, and I know I can listen to the audio at home and look up notes so I won’t miss out, so I almost always end up on my phone cos there’s no real urgency so why bother. Then I feel guilty and anxious that the teacher and other students think I’m rude. So I try and take notes but now I’m stressed so my brain flatlines. So I go on my phone.

You see where this is going? And I’m stressed so when I get home I want to chill, and do anything but work bc it’s stressful, even though it’s not actually.

Which is why I’m writing this post in class instead of anything else

nisaexploresadhd

I see a lot of posts about adhd being more then “hyperactivity” and it greatly pleases me but today we are gonna talk about something slightly different.

Something i have personally struggled with my whole life is “my hyperactivity does not indicate my mood or current health”

from what i have learned the hyperactivity part of adhd comes from the limited or lack of ability to control socially appropriate emotional reaction, so where most people as they age learn to limit their reactions and emotional intensity to situation adhd people either cant or struggle to. So they tend to express their emotions fully and in the moment.

So this causes a lot of people to assume the adhder in their life is always happy, its not a good indicator and using it as one can very bad.

I can literally be in the worst place or the best and i promise you i will still have the same thrilled ass reaction to a snazzy freaking squid.

in school this really made it hard for me personally to communicate my needs to the people around me, no matter how tired,upset, sick or angry i was, as long as i displayed my “hyperactivity” no one would listen because “your just so happy and energetic”

no brittany im literally dieing i can’t remember what my bed looks like and i spent 6 hours considering dictionary definitions, i’ve completely forgotten what im supposed to be doing and im panicking so bad but the teachers dog is really cute so im outputting my emotional distress in excitement because DOG.

adhd-uni-life

Thank you so much for putting this into words, oh my gosh

I’ve never really been able to explain this, but yeah, people never seem to get that I can freak out about a new video game or song by my fave artist, or animal or whatever, but like I’m not “happy” I’m just currently focused on this one thing that I’m super excited about

Emotional regulation who? Never heard of her? Excuse me while I get really hyped at seeing an old friend, then go home to be really sad again

I have no concept of time, I’m a very in the moment sort of person, if I’m excited now that’s because things are happening right now

When left unchecked this becomes a really unhealthy cycle of ignoring problems by distracting yourself with things until it becomes too much and you have a meltdown

Sometimes I wish that my friends realised that although I joke about being a disaster, and act like its funny that I don’t have a sleep schedule or eat properly, or do my homework etc, its actually not funny I am drowning and trying so hard and when I have good days I am genuinely so proud of myself, and that I make jokes bc I’m scared of whining or making them uncomfortable or being ignored, but when they agree with me and make fun as well that shit hurts.

Like, i get it, and I know its not mean spirited and that they don’t think I’m useless (except when they do). And I never get taken seriously. And I’m actually in a good mood today so this isn’t an Angst Post™️. I’ve just been reading about adhd stuff and wish they knew how hard it is for me to life and it’s not me being careless or lazy or dumb. Cos I’m not any of those things.

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Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it.

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead

Drunk/sloppy kiss

Awkward kiss

Angry kiss

“I’m sorry” kiss

“I’ve missed you” kiss

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

“I do” kiss

Shy kiss

Surprised kiss

Kiss on a dare

Sad kiss

Exhausted parents kiss

Kiss of life

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss

Last kiss

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream

Returned from the dead kiss

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

Top Of Head Kisses

#freedomis313writes

glimmerofpower-moved

Bow has absolutely made friendship bracelets for Adora and Glimmer

brohang

Im probs gonna recolor this on my tablet in a few days but yes……

#spop #spop spoilers #catradora

myirlfriendsdontknowabouthis

You: Dogs are chaotic good whilst cats are the opposite - lawful evil!

Me, an intellectual: Cats are neither lawful nor evil, the truth is they are chaotic neutral and y’all need to accept it.

myirlfriendsdontknowabouthis

Proof? Lawful evil does not try to fight the bra that is accidentally thrown on top of it, not does it scream to be let out at 6am, not does it knead it claws on a jigsaw, ruining it whilst demanding cuddles.

A case could be made that lawful evil falls off a desk chair whilst trying to swipe the dog, to which I respond: lawful evil would have been lying in wait with A Plan. Falling off the chair requires true chaotic spontaneity.

You: Dogs are chaotic good whilst cats are the opposite - lawful evil!

Me, an intellectual: Cats are neither lawful nor evil, the truth is they are chaotic neutral and y’all need to accept it.

#italk #tea #cats #dogs #old meme

Hey does anyone know how to become a person with social skills instead of someone who isolated themselves and destroys their friendships when they feel one (1) negative emotion

#italk

cryptiddies

Hey if you’re ever embarrassed by any scars you have just remember that I have a three inch scar down the length of my forearm from where I scratched myself on a microwave while cleaning

cryptiddies

Hey reblog this with your odd scar stories cause I think it’s cute and I wanna read em

wigglebox

when i was 8 years old we went to Vieques to visit my uncle. the sink was a stand alone sink that was only held up by pipes and not bolted into the wall. after we landed and went to his apartment i took a shower to get ready for dinner at the resort he worked at. being a small child, i wanted to see what my hair looked like in the mirror after i brushed it and did that thing where you push up on a sink to give yourself a boost to see yourself in the mirror. well that’s all good and fine when you have a cabinet supporting the sink along with a counter, but not the case here. the sink crashed down and sliced my knee open. one of the dogs also licked up the water with the blood and didn’t like me all too much after that. they rushed me to the hospital which only opened like a month before we got there. i got some stitches in my knee and that was that. the cool thing is that it’s shaped like a crab claw, and i’m a Cancer zodiac. but anyways bolt your fucking sinks into the fucking wall

deaneatscake

I have a scar on my thumb because when I was young (I think about 7 or 8) I loved to play with LEGOs and don’t trust what everyone says - they ARE destroyable because I accidentally DID destroy one when I tried to put it somewhere it obviously didn’t belong and it ripped open my thumb as a punishment.

Also, when I was 4 carried a glass ash tray and then dropped it and fell on it. There was a lot of blood and I lost a lot of milk teeth but nowadays you just see a faint scar under my lip because the main damage was IN my mouth lol and no one believes me that it was actually really bad

meii-deactivated20220422

I have a lot of scars, alright, including one from a bitch in high school who scratched me during p.e. But this is the one with the best story so get ready for dumb six-year-old me.

Ok so here I am, six years old and madly in love with my uncle (first of all I’m six here and also he is like not even my real uncle so shut up). We’re at my granddad’s home in France on vacation, and I’m home alone with my uncle, his friends, my brother and my grandma. They’re like, 22 or something at that point? And they’re doing these awesome tricks and backflips and cool things in the pool and I’m like ready to impress them or whatever, so I start jumping into the pool as well, thinking I look really cool too. Until I jump and do some sort of twist and hit my chin against the side of the pool, scraping it along the side as I go down. I remember I didn’t feel anything until I get out of the water and I’m crying apparently. My chin is all bloody and scraped open nastily.

But maybe it was a victory after all, as my uncle heaved me out of the water and held me and I was in pain but I was also being wrapped in his towel, and since we were alone and didn’t have a car, my uncle had to walk me to the doctor which was about a ten minute walk. I was super okay with that.

However, my reasons for this were super obvious and my uncle will never stop making fun of me for this- literally every vacation he’ll make some kind of joke about it and this will haunt me forever. So yeah, that’s how I got this almost invisible scar under my chin because I was a six year old with a crush lol

envydean

I have a scar on my forehead from when I was door handle height and however old door handle height I was obviously wasn’t aware that you have to open doors to go through them.

I also have a scar on my forearm… because it turns out pans are fucking hot when you cook in them. And leaning over a pan to reach another is a Bad Plan.

I also have scars on my knuckles from adventure training with the army cadets. We did bouldering indoors on this climbing wall and there was an up and over thing and I thought the easiest way to do the across bit was to use the looped hand holds like monkey bars. Except shoving my hands in the small spaces tore up my hands. I didn’t even realise until someone was like telling me my hands were bleeding.

I also have a scar on my lower back. I was in the shower and dropped my razor, bent to pick it up and caught my back on the bath tap. Didn’t think too much of it as it was just a sore graze except I could barely wear trousers because it rubbed against it. Then it scabbed over and fuck me that hurt like a bitch. It’s now a serious scar…

lovely-little-hellfire

I’m super pale so even a small scratch can become a scar, like I have a few that I know were cat scratches. Anyway, the one that I always see is the one on the pad of my middle finger on my right hand. I got it when I was probably around 10 or 11 and I was spending the summer with my grandparents. Every July 4th we’d go to the lake for the big fireworks and I was trying to skip stones but I guess I picked up one that was sharp because when I threw it, it cut open my finger. I didn’t need stitches or anything, just a bandaid but it’s still a prominent scar on my finger.

thatgirlonstage

I’ve got a scar on my forehead shaped like an upside down V that runs up into my hairline, that I got when I was 8. It’s still pretty obvious to me, but most people don’t see it these days unless I point it out to them.

My brother used to play volleyball back in high school, and that occasionally meant getting pulled out of school to drive to his away games. My mom and I got to one early, and rather than hang around inside she took me to check out the playground we’d passed on the way in - except apparently “the playground was closing” so that was a no-go (why they had hours for their playground and a dude standing there to enforce them, I have no idea). As we’re walking back, I decided the climb up and sit on a bollard (one of those waist-high-ish poles they use to keep cars from pulling up on the curb). Nbd, usually, I’d done that before, except that the top of this one was rounded. I lost my balance, my hands got trapped between my legs, and I faceplanted straight forward onto concrete. Apparently I never lost consciousness, although I have no memory of the ambulance or the ride to the hospital, only them sewing up my head while I clutched my poor mom’s hand and a stuffed bear I couldn’t remember getting (apparently the Dutch police gave it to me).

Things that make this story ESPECIALLY fun:

—we’d driven from Belgium to the Netherlands, staying within Schengen so it hadn’t mattered that this one time my mom forgot to bring my passport until suddenly we had to go to the hospital and she had no ID for me

—to test for concussion/brain damage they sent this guy in to do some cognitive test things and one of the things he asked me was to count back from a hundred by sevens. That’s a thing I would struggle to do NOW, imagine how I felt at EIGHT YEARS OLD

—to this day I am baffled that they let me leave the hospital that same night, because I couldn’t walk. My dad had to carry me piggyback into the hotel, with a white bandage wrapped around my head six times and my clothes covered in blood, generally looking like I’d walked off a WWI battlefield. (God bless the people at that hotel who still let us check in, despite my mom and I both being SOAKED in blood, and then had to clean up when I got sick later because, surprise surprise, I was in shock.)

—my poor brother had to find out this had all happened when one of his teammates wandered in after taking a break outside to tell him his baby sister had split open her head. My dad found out when my mom had to call him and tell him not to meet us at the hotel, but at the hospital

—it was my parents’ anniversary

myirlfriendsdontknowabouthis

I got my first ever scar when I was around three, I had been playing in the courtyard outside and because I had been running around recklessly with no care for consequences (as three year olds tend to do) I tripped on the curb and cut my head open with some gravel, one piece of which is still in my head sixteen years later. Or at least, there’s a small round scar just above my hairline the colour of gravel and the hair that grows out of it is brown, not blonde like the rest of it.

My second proper scar (I’m discounting chickenpox and the like) was potentially even dumber because I have no excuse. I was seventeen about to turn eighteen and ice skating with my little brother’s scouts troop (it was a Christmas trip, families were allowed to come) and I was, up until this point, skating rather well. This gave me an unearned sense of confidence.

Then “Shut up and dance with me” by Walk the Moon came on. You know the one, and there’s a section of the song that speeds up/picks up energy compared to rest of it. Anyway, since this song began I had been skating around recklessly with no care for the consequences (as I apparently did not learn my lesson) when it reached that point in the song, I sped up, tripped over the break on the front of the blade, and went sprawling across the ice. I grazed my knees and my hands but the worst of it was a line on my hip where my top had ridden up and I’d gotten a seriously deep - like, ice was all caught up in it deep - ice burn. It was brilliant, because I wasn’t bothered that much (for a second I thought I’d broken a lot of important things/that someone would skate over my fingers before I could get up so after that didn’t happen any other injury was a relief) but every other adult was freaking out, including the first aid officer from the scouts who’s “I can handle a bit of blood, let me see - oh my gods that’s awful I can’t look!” reaction was amazing. The ice rink’s first aid officer thought someone had skated over my hip the way it bled.

Anyway I have a wicked cool scar from that.

#i have lots of other dumb injury stories but none of them scareed #but hey ask me about the netball hoop that miraculously didn’t kill me #or my first black eye #or my right foot #and u will see my stupidity has no limits #i could really just invent a game called ‘u name a body part and i’ll tell u the dumb way i nearly died’#italk #irememberstuff

par-vollen

Hi, there is this post attempting to discredit another tumblr post going around. What Nicolas Steenhout is saying is merely his opinion rather than the law and in some instances he is outright lying. This misinformation spreading about service dogs has the potential to harm many service dog teams who may be accused of being fakes. Just to note this is about service dogs in the USA only.

@mariagvogel. This isn’t to single you out, just that you’re the person who cross posted this from twitter and that you mentioned not having enough knowledge on service dogs to form a proper opinion.

I’d first like to address the lies of Steenhout’s posts. @lumpatronics is a grown woman, not a teenager, and is working with a professional dog trainer. When the incident took place lumpatronics was in a grocery store when she tripped and dropped Raider’s (her service dog) leash. Raider was found an aisle over, not 2 blocks away, and was not pawing the woman. Raider is still working as a service dog and was never deemed inappropriate as a service dog (doh!).

With that out of the way I’d like to further explain what a service dog is. This is taken directly from ada.gov: Under the ADA, a service animal is defined as a dog that has been individually trained to do work or perform tasks for an individual with a disability. The task(s) performed by the dog must be directly related to the person’s disability. There is no list of official tasks or how the dog must perform them. As long as it’s a trained behaviour that mitigates the handler’s disability, it counts. To give you an idea of some tasks a dog might perform here is a list of 143 of them thought the dog only needs to know one task and it’s not limited to that list. You’ll see ‘alert for help’ is on that list.

Each service dog is uniquely tailored to their handler’s needs. What might work with one service dog team won’t necessarily work for another. Steenhout’s example of the dog staying with their handler and barking to alert others would not work for lumpatronics because she has sensory issues and would be sent into sensory overload from the barking while recovering from her seizure. A dog being trained to find help is a perfectly valid and legal task that isn’t unheard of in seizure response dogs.

Service dogs are required to be leashed unless the leash interferes with one’s disability or performing a task. From ada.gov: Under the ADA, service animals must be harnessed, leashed, or tethered, unless these devices interfere with the service animal’s work or the individual’s disability prevents using these devices. In that case, the individual must maintain control of the animal through voice, signal, or other effective controls. Since Raider was tasking he was considered under other effective control.

While service dogs are not legally required to wear a vest that does not mean vests are a scam. Some service dog handlers choose to utilize a vest some don’t. Registries are a scam but just somebody registered their dog with one doesn’t necessarily mean the dog is a fake service dog. The handler may have simply not have known better. As far as I’m aware Raider is not registered as a service dog so I’m not sure why it was brought up.

Other things to note is that while Labradors, Golden Retreivers, Poodles, and mixes of the 3 are the most commonly seen as service dogs, there is no restriction on what breeds are allowed to be service dogs (Q22). It is also not legally required for the dog to be professionally trained and handlers with owner trained dogs have just as many rights as handlers with organization trained dogs (Q5). There is no restrictions on where the dog comes from or what age it is either. Breeder, rescue, or the family dog are all valid choices if the dog has the right temperament for service dog work.

The best thing to do if you see a service dog team is to ignore the dog. I hear a lot of people say that while they don’t pat service dogs they always make sure to tell the dog’s handler how the dog is doing a good job. While it’s coming from a good place I know a lot of handlers would prefer you didn’t. They are just trying to go through their day like anybody else but usually get stopped because of their dogs. Service dogs are medical equipment. You wouldn’t stop somebody to tell them their cane, wheelchair, oxygen tank, etc, is doing a good job, would you?

This is longer than I intended and their was more things I wanted to add but I’m having a hard time remembering them and I’m running out of energy for this. I hope what I’ve said makes sense and that I’ve educated a few people about service dogs. Here are some links to service dog handlers correcting this post. @pavusiing has a good response to this post here, @ofspaceandboys here, and @coconutsake here. I’m sure there are others but these are the only ones that have come across my dash. While not made as a response to Steenhout’s post @astraltailwags has a very good post about fake service dogs here.

Here are some links to help people to educate themselves on service animals in the USA

ADA on Service Animals ADA’s Official FAQ ADA National Network Service Dog Society

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I haven’t posted anything on this I don’t believe, but yes I was disappointed to see that Twitter thread. Thanks for including my post, I’m very happy it’s still getting attention because the SD community can be a brutal place

My friend pointed out to me tonight how when I’m a little tipsy I become much calmer and more open with people, and it really clicked how obvious the difference must be to people. Whilst completely sober I don’t know how to react, and social interactions seem to run out of sync with my brain, but a little (I stress a little) bit of alcohol usually makes it click into place, and I’m much much more confident communicating and I’m better at it. I just handn’t realised how noticable it was to others, especially as those others are usually drinking too. I’m more competent whilst tipsy.

This is basically me finally putting my thoughts on this into words, but the general idea has been in my brain for about two years. And recently I’ve discovered something about myself which potentially might explain this, and I guess this is an attempt to both document it, and release these thoughts so they stop clogging up my brain. Let y’all know if my hunch is correct?

#italk #it will take a while though bc i have to get the gp to confirm