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[stimsforaguy]

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[cactilads]

it's so awful, sometimes it's just hard to get up and not even because im depressed or anything, it just feels like im paralysed

[nymph-vevo]

A PSA

if someone has any sort of physical tick they do (moving their leg, wringing their hands, tapping their fingers, etc.) do not DO NOT (DOOOOOO N O T) BULLY THEM ABOUT IT. if you ask them to stop once and then don't or say they can't, don't try and get a huge explanation!!! Don't explain it's annoying to you!!!! They know!!! Leave. Them. Alone. About. It.

[cactilads]

this might be conch roversial but if i see a long post on tumblr i ignore it, first of all.. my attention span cant be bothered

[cactilads]

listen not to be a dick but i literally feel like someone is stabbing my brain repeatedly

[one-eyed-queen-eto]

((...My depression and ADD are arguing. This is one wild day.))

[luna3141]

so here’s a thing, thanks to a couple of other neurodivergent friends, the phrase “executive dysfunction” has popped up in conversation. And the name alone sparks something like I should already know what it is.

And “executive dysfunction” is characterized as an inability to pay attention, remember information, or multitask. As well as difficulty with time and schedule management, constantly losing or misplacing personal items, and trouble with memory recall or following multiple step directions.

As for the things that cause it, I can check off a good few. And that mixed with ADD, chronic depression and anxiety, and a whole host of other things, I feel like, finally explains the thing I dislike most about myself--my inability to do just about anything!

Have homework due in a week? Can’t even acknowledge it.

Working on a manuscript? Once every month or so, yeah.

On a deadline? Completely shut down until your depression naps turn into one big depression coma.

Just want to make lunch? Worry about whether or not you’ll be able to until it’s passed lunchtime and you’re thoroughly exhausted.

I’m not really sure why I’m writing this or why I’m going to post it. Maybe as a form of self-validation, to say “here. look. I’m not just a lazy piece of shit.” But this thing controls my entire life and has for absolutely as long as I can remember. And almost nothing feels as good as having a name for it. See? I wasn’t making it up.