Hello! ADHD-having girl here (you know who I am but anon Is comforting to me). I was just wondering what you think the queen boys would be like with someone who deals with BFRBs with their adhd? It's totally okay if you don't wanna, you don't even have to respond to this if you don't want to. It's just that like, I'm covered in scars and scabs that I can't stop making worse, and it makes me feel very very bad about myself. Especially the ones on my chest and scalp. It makes me really anxious to be in relationships and friendships with new people because I know at some point they're going to notice.
Please please don't feel pressured to do this if you don't feel comfortable with it!! It's not something that's really talked about much, and I get that it makes people uncomfortable.
Hi there! I had to research what it was and although I have learned a lot about neurodivergency I am surprised I haven’t learned that yet! So thanks!
Also, if I get anything super inaccurate or offensive, drag me gently!
Freddie (in a platonic setting)
He loves to give you gifts like rings and clothes so of course you wear them.
Not only do you show him your appreciation, but you also hide your scars and the bumps on your hands.
But you get nervous showing him...
“Darling, it’s the middle of July- what are you doing with gloves!?”
So you take them off but shove your hands into your pockets
And he notices that you are hiding your hands so he would finally ask you what’s up, hands on his hips like a mad suburban mom.
Sighing, you pull out your hands. “It’s the damn adhd, I keep picking at myself...” you explain.
“Really? I was expecting a robot hand or something!” He said with a laugh.
He assures you they are fine and that you can always show them to him!
Roger is a wonderful boyfriend. Funny, sweet, caring. Always willing to stand up for you.
You were comfortable with kissing. Both of you were open about physical affection. But when it came to going all the way, you were terrified.
Not that you didn’t...you know, not want it (it’s Roger for heavens sakes)
But you knew he would see the scabs and scars on your chest.
“What if we just...kept our shirts on?”
“It would be kind of awkward, love!”
“How about we just...turn off the lights?” you insist.
He lets out a little chuckle. “But I do want to see you, love! Why wouldn’t I!? You’re beautiful!”
“It’s my...my chest...” you confess.
Feeling brave, you take off your shirt and show the scabs.
Roger gently traces them, holding you as you discuss how they got there with your adhd, how the habit calmed you down and comforted you.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear...” Roger says, laying down. His soft hair cushioning the side of the bed. He even reaches over and kisses the scars.
Brian I think would realize something was up when he noticed your scalp.
He’s a tall string bean, so you bet he would be the most likely to see something out of the four.
“Y/N, are you ok? Do you need a doctor?!” he asked, inspecting your head with his long fingers.
“Brian-uh, I! Uhm...” you struggled to form the words, embarrassed that you forgot to put on a hat or cap today.
“First off, I’m fine I...I just pick it when I’m...overwhelmed, or stressed, you know...” you confess.
So he makes you a cup of tea and you both discuss all about it. He’s very understanding and listens thoroughly.
He holds your hands and thanks you for trusting him and telling him all about it. He listens politely, nodding his head.
But he gets it. He promises to never make fun of you for it and thanks you for telling him.
Leaning over, you peck his lips. Both of you feeling a little closer.
John I feel like would probably take notice of scars and scabs perhaps on your arm or a part of your wrist. Maybe he might notice something on your scalp or see a hint of something on your chest when your shirt shifts as you move.
But you seem in good health so he doesn’t ask anything about it.
He would wait for you to bring it up first. Eventually, you do. Both of you are watching a movie and cuddling on the couch, sleepy. And sleepiness brings a new honesty in both of you.
“What...have you ever noticed my...my scars?” you ask.
He nods his auburn head. Sitting up more, you tilt your head in surprise.
“Really? Why didn’t you ask anything?” you ask.
He pulls the blanket over the two of you.
“I didn’t know if it was anything personal...”
“My adhd, it’s a habit...” you begin, explaining everything.
“You don’t think they’re...ugly do you?” you ask boldly.
He shakes his head and kisses your cheel “How could any part off you ugly, dear?”
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