we need to talk about adhd more because when i mention adhd making my life difficult i get hit with the “oh but everyone has a little bit of adhd” or “you’re just strange/a teenager”
when in reality no. no, i get so excited and joyous about fictional characters that i physically cannot stop moving. no, i make small eepy noises and don’t know how to control the urge. no, i get so attached to people that i want to tell them everything and have no sense of boundaries or limits. no, i care so deeply about my special interests that a fucking fanfic can leave me exhausted and crying. no, i can’t remember which side of the plate the fork goes on or the number you told me to keep in my brain 3 minutes ago, but i can remember the song that was playing in target last month or what color jack merridews eyes are (peircing blue, according to the book). i don’t know what time the bell rings in the school system i’ve been part of for three years. i seek stimulation and then get overstimulated and break down. i dread taking the trash to the street not because of the act, but because i have to walk over gravel and i’ve convinced myself it’s not worth it to put on shoes. i can do math three years above my level but everyone thinks i’m stupid because i can’t add two digit numbers in my head.
i’m all for normalizing mental struggles but it feels like adhd has been so normalized that no one makes room to talk about how much it affects people. we’re so often told that adhd does not affect our everyday life when it can and does and needs to be discussed
