#adhd-files

[lyskari]

The ADHD-Files: "Button. Again. FFS."

Ok, first off, I work from home.

Secondly, I work at a company whose focus is surrounding ADHD advocacy. So, I know full well that I am in a incredible situation with this company and I am B L E S S E D to hell and back (...to...hell and back for being blessed-- brain I don't think-- ANYWAY.)

So we have a system to clock in, right? Makes sense.

I just have to log in and clock in when I begin working.

Except I keep forgetting to click that damn button, and it's never in the same exact way back to back. I have...

... forgotten to click it to start my day ...

... forgotten to stop it for my break...

... forgotten to start it after my break...

... and forgotten to click it after the end of my day...

And each time I have to leave a note explaining why I have to adjust my hours...

And now I just wonder what reaction I would get from my supervisor when they check my hours and they just see...

✨ Buttons are rude. ✨

I must find out.

For science, clearly.

[lyskari]

The ADHD-Files: When hormones get involved. Brain is soup.

My period is on its way.

The desire to cry at the drop of a hat, the extreme sweet tooth, and the god awful exhaustion told me so.

Which means my brain is also effectively soup because I'm currently unmedicated (not because I wanna be) which renders focus and deep, critical thinking obsolete.

Like ADHD is frustrating enough - why did it need to partner with my period once a month to torture me further?

Ugh.

Shoutout to my support systems for helping me when my brain is too soup to function!

[lyskari]

The ADHD-Files: "Why do I feel sick to my stomach?"

Alright, imagine if you will, that you are doing whatever you are doing. Writing, reading, teaching, sleeping, whatever.

Suddenly, nausea slams into you like a hippo who just found you in their territory.

Except you don't even know what territory you're in.

You thought you were safe in a city, not out with the animals!

So you figure out where you are... and you realise that you aren't in the territory of "I ate something bad", and you definitely aren't in the region of "I have the flu". No no.

You're in the territory of "It's just too fucking hot" but you can't tell unless your body stabs at you from the inside. (Or the realm of "I forgot to eat and I've not eaten all day", or one of a million other body-signal issues.)

Delightful. /s