#adhd paralysis

[internetgreatesthits]

[lesbian-disaster-academic]

i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.

as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."

NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

Pov it’s getting late and you’re always staying up hours later than you mean to so you say these with me:

My day is over whenever I decide.

I am choosing peace over punishment

I am choosing seeds of self-care, -love, and -discipline, over self-abandonment.

I am making better, stronger choices every day—and it shows

I survived another day and my body and mind deserve rest, no matter what it takes.

It can be difficult, but I am still doing everything I can to make that happen.

I am showing up for myself right now by taking deep breaths

[inhale for four/exhale for six, x3]

I have done enough today.

Some days I will do more, some days I will do less. But today, it was enough.

I am ready (or almost ready) to go to bed and get some good, well-deserved rest.

[laestoica]

[nightmaretour]

I wish unspeakable violence on anyone and everyone who unironically use the terms "adhd paralysis" and "task paralysis". IT'S EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION. You have executive dysfunction.

There is no way anybody using these terms isn't aware of how ableist it is to take away not just the language of people who have paralytic disorders, but the entire NAME of our disorders. And even beyond that, to block out any tags and search results relating to said disorders with your million variations on those terms so that we can't form a community online, or even find each other at all. Fuck off. You are not paralysed, you have executive dysfunction. Adhd isn't even the only disorder that CAUSES executive dysfunction. Get over yourself.

[tiredpoets]

HEY! YOU! Yea, you, scrolling through Tumblr for validation and support for your executive dysfunction because you feel powerless: I love you, and I know you're trying your best <3 Take a moment and breathe. Let your chest unwind for a little bit as you read this post. I love you despite the things you cannot do, and I hope you find people who see your complexities and value you for them instead of putting you down. You deserve empathy and comfort. I know it's heavy, so thank you for continuing despite how hard it is. I see you.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

ADHD Paralysis

Future ADHD

[rendiamberspirit]

Madara walked into the office and looked around in horror.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Tobirama's office to be like this. It's the stuff of nightmares.

No really. He's pretty sure he had this exact nightmare a week ago where someone walked into his office and found his desk a mess. But this. This defies logic. It defies imagination.

It…. It's a MESS!

There is a pile of dirty tea cups on the windowsill. Paperwork is strewn across...... Well everything. There are papers coming out of the trash, hanging off the desk, on the little sofa, *under* the sofa. There is one small path from the door to the desk where you won't step on anything.

He looks at the bookshelf and never before has he seen one in such disarray. There are books, papers and dishes on it. Of the books that are properly shelved there sits a pile of books on top of them, several more lie open on the floor.

And that - that book is ruined. The spine has started to split completely through.

His first thought is that someone attacked Tobirama. The man is either dead or captured. It's the only reasonable explanation. Because ridged, stern, disciplined Senju Tobirama couldn't possibly have an office that looks like this.

But then he hears a thump, and a growled “sage be damned!”

And to his shock Tobirama crawls out from under his desk.

He looks up and sees Madara and his eyes go comically wide. “What are you doing here?!” Madara watches in fascination as Tobirama seems to panic and then shuffle the papers on the desk, as if he could possibly organize them enough to detract from….. everything.

“I thought I’d bring you lunch. You didn't show up at that new Ramen stand.”

Tobirama blushes such a deep red Madara is actually concerned for his safety.

“Oh, yes. I'm sorry I was trying to finish this proposal but I lost one of the pages.”

Madara looks around, “how could you ever lose something in such an organized office?”

“I….”

“How have you kept this a secret?! Does your brother know?”

Tobirama looks down and mutters something about failing seals.

“What was that?”

Tobirama sighs, “I use barrier seals on the door that just redirect people. They suddenly find a desire to go somewhere else.”

“What about people who have to deliver things to you?”

“Usually they take the redirection somewhere else. Often my secretary because they suddenly realize they can't see me.”

Madara laughs. “That is brilliant.” He walks forward and kisses Tobirama. “My brilliant little slob.”

Tobirama smacks his hand away. “Not that brilliant, it clearly didn't stop you.”

“Ah well maybe that's because I couldn't be deterred. I knew if I didn't come bring you food you wouldn't eat. Which you should do now.” Madara hands Tobirama the bag of food and looks around again. “How did it even get like this?”

“I didn't mean for it to get like this. I was just so busy and didn't have time to file things, and then I was staying so late and didn't want to stop to clean them. Before I knew it everything looked like this and it just felt like too much to fix it.”

“So instead of cleaning it you developed a seal to stop people from coming in.”

“Ah. Yes. That…. may seem a bit unorthodox, but sealing doesn't cause me stress. Thinking about where everything goes, and finding new things to use for organization that was just. I can't explain it.”

Tobirama looks distinctly ashamed. Madara doesn't like that.

“There is no shame in admitting that some things require assistance. Let me help you clean it all up. Actually why don't you eat and let me get started? I know figuring out where to start can be the most difficult part.”

Tobirama looks up at him with such appreciation and love that Madara smiles and gently kisses his lips again.

“Thank you,” Tobirama says softly. For once the thought of his office and the mess in it no longer fills him with anxiety.