January 11, 2013

I know I’ve already posted some of this, but I think it’s important. This woman here is an example of an intelligent woman I can’t help but to admire. She’s smart, she’s interested in how things really are in this world, she provides valid, rational arguments (I’m positive she tries her best at least). Her message is very much needed and welcomed. Hopefully her words will get the recognition they deserve. 

If you’re a man, go watch her videos, do yourself a favor (then contact me and tell me what you think, I want to know). There are equally intelligent men who say absolutely the same things out there, which is very much worth mentioning (wink-wink).

January 11, 2013
skyecrystal:

So, I wanted to try to explain my ADD to people. It’s sometimes difficult. I wanted to keep a track about how things change for me.
So basically, on the left, it was last july. I was just diagnosed, I was thinking a LOT about this, my mind never had been that messy. So I said, I might try to draw a little something to try to explain people.
I did the one on right some days ago. Now I take medecine, though we go slowly and we barely found what seems to be the right dose. We’re not sure yet and we’re still experimenting, but so far it seems to work and help to clear my mind: my mind is now free to focus on one task at a time, and though I have lot of things to learn again and to deal with, it seems easier. I can do it, one step at a time. 
The only problem is that I’m french. And in France, medecine WON’T give credit to ADHD Adults. To the medicine, and to the State, we simply don’t exist - kids do, though, but they stick to the idea it disappears when you grow up.
I had the chance to find a professor who is specialized and get training in USA and Canada. Fact is, my medicine is free for now, but Social Security (well, state paying for your medecine) is not very happy about this, so one day they might say “We won’t pay it for you, pay it yourself.” And it’s expensive.
In France, you usually don’t have to pay for your medicine, the country do that. But ADHD and these kind of glitches are NOT considered “reals”. It’s sometimes quite awkward when I go to get my medicine at the medicine shop. 
So, for now, it’s okay. But I’m a bit anxious they won’t allow me to get my medicine for free. I will pay. But to me, it’s like saying, again, “You don’t exist. You’re making it up”. And that’s hard enough like that…

skyecrystal:

So, I wanted to try to explain my ADD to people. It’s sometimes difficult. I wanted to keep a track about how things change for me.

So basically, on the left, it was last july. I was just diagnosed, I was thinking a LOT about this, my mind never had been that messy. So I said, I might try to draw a little something to try to explain people.

I did the one on right some days ago. Now I take medecine, though we go slowly and we barely found what seems to be the right dose. We’re not sure yet and we’re still experimenting, but so far it seems to work and help to clear my mind: my mind is now free to focus on one task at a time, and though I have lot of things to learn again and to deal with, it seems easier. I can do it, one step at a time. 

The only problem is that I’m french. And in France, medecine WON’T give credit to ADHD Adults. To the medicine, and to the State, we simply don’t exist - kids do, though, but they stick to the idea it disappears when you grow up.

I had the chance to find a professor who is specialized and get training in USA and Canada. Fact is, my medicine is free for now, but Social Security (well, state paying for your medecine) is not very happy about this, so one day they might say “We won’t pay it for you, pay it yourself.” And it’s expensive.

In France, you usually don’t have to pay for your medicine, the country do that. But ADHD and these kind of glitches are NOT considered “reals”. It’s sometimes quite awkward when I go to get my medicine at the medicine shop. 

So, for now, it’s okay. But I’m a bit anxious they won’t allow me to get my medicine for free. I will pay. But to me, it’s like saying, again, “You don’t exist. You’re making it up”. And that’s hard enough like that…

January 10, 2013
Tedium Is Torture: What It's Like to Have Severe ADHD

illuminatipizzacat:

“There really are two different versions of who I am. My hyper and controlled selves melt in and out of each other as the medication gains or loses effect. I’m certain if the two ever had a chance to meet, one would be annoyed, the other bored to tears.”

January 10, 2013

hydrabiscuit:

ADHD is a fucking joke. Those “affected” by it are primarily just different personalities. People who think outside the box. People who refuse to keep ass-kissing oppressive authority. People who think fast. People who can multitask well. People whose patience runs thin.

I fail to understand why this is a mental condition worth treating. I fail to understand why this is considered “wrong”. I fail to understand why this is worse than amoral people, or enablers, or the boring Joe Schmoes who live the same day again and again for decades.

So fuck you. Since I have ADHD and clearly don’t fit among the ranks of society’s ideal drone, I’m a problem and need to be fixed. I need to be force-fed government-approved crystal meth until I reach compliant normalcy. I’m not allowed to think outside the box or question authority, and I’m clearly not allowed to be myself.

If you read my Tumblr you will understand. The answer is this: because everyone’s ADHD is different. You fight to not get force-fed medication while others fight to get that same medication, because they need it to function. That’s why.  

December 16, 2012

livingwithadhd:

fuckyeahbroh:

Concentrating on homework is very difficult to me, but I finally found something that works.  Open two tabs with the following links and put one some headphones (squishy earbuds are best for me, I have tiny ears):

  1. simply noise I prefer the brown noise on a low volume with slow oscillating.   One of my friends prefers white noise on high with no oscillating.  Play around, find out what blocks out the most for you.
  2. ASMR Typing for Twenty! The sound of typing on a laptop keyboard.  The video is twenty minutes long, and the typing is constant.  Hearing productiveness helps me become productive.

I just put these two together about four hours ago, and I’ve been more productive in these last four hours than I have in the past week.  Hope it works for someone else too!

Thought my fellow ADDers would be interested!

December 16, 2012
Living with executive dysfunction, the inability to set the self down to a task

stfunithingas:

Living with executive dysfunction is like trying to walk when the nerves on your legs are stunted. What’s even worse is that some of the times you’ve been able to make them walk, but you have no idea how you did that so most of the time you just flap around uselessly on the ground and feel miserable and cry.

And when you tell a person with perfectly fine legs that you can’t walk and you need help, they say “Just stand up and walk!” as if that’s supposed to be helpful. Naturally, it is completely unhelpful. Your problem is that can’t stand up and walk properly. So the standing people get angry at you when they find out that their help doesn’t work on you. They tell you that you don’t really want to walk, do you. You don’t care about walking. You just want everyone to carry you around for the rest of your life. You’re selfish and lazy.

In my case, the metaphor goes in this direction: I never knew that my being unable to walk was a disability. I thought I was just a freak who didn’t want to walk no matter how much I tried, but eventually I figure out on my own that my problem is with the nerves, and what I need to get through life until I can get my nerves fixed is a wheelchair. So I ask for a wheelchair.

But these people get mad at you for wanting a wheelchair. They say, “you don’t need a wheelchair, you’re not disabled, you just don’t want to walk!” And in this world, people believe that the only time you need a wheelchair is if your legs were amputated and you have no legs. They make you feel guilty for wanting to take away a wheelchair from the people who have no legs. They tell you that the wheelchair is an excuse for you to not try to walk ever again.

And these people wonder why you’re depressed and suicidal and tired and physically ill. They can’t tell because they’re so convinced that you just don’t want to walk, when the ability to walk is one of your greatest wishes in the world, or even to just get around in a wheelchair if possible. They can’t tell that you’re sick because they hurt you, you’re sick because of them.

(Source: theslavbarbarian, via actuallyadhd)

December 16, 2012

stfunithingas:

Also my mom (who by the way is an abuser) thinks I shouldn’t use the internet because it’s “distracting”.

Never mind the fact that my clandestine access to the internet has been useful to me throughout medical leave and will continue to be useful. I mean to be fair she doesn’t know what I use the internet for, but really? Is that how lowly you think of me? You honestly think I use the internet for absolutely nothing but mucking around?

I’m ADHD. My brain is a distraction.

Yep. For example, listening to music is not necessarily a distraction for me, and in certain situations it can even make me feel happier and be more productive. But other than that, everything is a distraction for me and it’s quite hard to affect that.

(Source: theslavbarbarian, via actuallyadhd)

November 20, 2012

As far as I’m concerned, the line that one would have to step over for me to endorse having a video flagged would be either a blatant violation of copyright or slander. Being in violation of the law is what I would see as a reason to bring the video down. Now, I don’t know whether there were any actual threats in that video, whether they contain any actual credible threats. And no, I don’t consider “go die in a fire” or “I hope someone rapes you” or “I wish you’d get run over by a bus” or “go stuff a dead porcupine up your ass”, I don’t consider those in any universe to even remotely qualify as threats. 

Even if you’re a raging dick, even if you’re an asshole, even if you’re completely full of shit, unless you’re in violation of some law somewhere, I think you should be able to say what you want. And if this guy wasn’t really slandering me and if he wasn’t actually threatening me, why would anybody flag that video down? I’m much more upset at the fact that his free speech was violated.

If only every woman with a mental disorder like ADHD was as adequate regarding online communication and contents as this woman is. Not in a sense that their mind should be as calm and that they shouldn’t be easily offended (which obviously won’t happen because of ADHD), but in a sense that they should understand how different they are from this woman, and why. 

I’m afraid they often don’t have a single clue. 

November 18, 2012

What has feminism done to shatter the patriarchal “women and children first” mentality, and elevate men to status as full human beings deserving of empathy and human rights? What has it done to reinforce and legally entrench the mentality that everyone, including men themselves, should put men last?

This woman has brains. Respect.

November 18, 2012
Shit’s moving forward

I was procrastinating on posting anything to the blog. Meanwhile, life goes on, little by little I’m moving forward, which couldn’t be possible without help. Currently I am more active at Twitter, so you’re welcome to follow me there (not that I post any natural ADHD curing tips and shit like that).

I feel like I’m living in a bad dream after I was on meds for several months and then stopped them. I try to find someone and it’s hard, but things are improving somewhat. At least there are some understanding people on Tumblr (I love you), and Twitter too (hugs). Still, I’m wondering if I’m going to die alone and how long I will be able to take all this shit.

Not that I should give a fuck, but sometimes I encounter someone writing online, like on ADHD forum (big fucking deal, I know) something like: “I don’t understand how your brain works, you should seek immediate psychiatric help or else your head will explode”. I have received my help and for know I have to do without it, and no, I will be fine if idiots like you will understand what inattentive ADHD really may be. What the fuck do you expect it to look/read like? All unicorns and butterflies? Another thing is — believe it or not, going from meds to no meds can be very depressing, especially when they helped. Very depressing.

I stopped working out, even stretching — just lost any motivation for it. I just faced the reality that treatment won’t be as accessible as I thought, and now that I’m usual me — trying to compensate for my shitty brain by working on my body seems like a road to nowhere. Who gives a shit? My brain won’t be normal, pills or no pills. Even with pills, who the fuck needs unbalanced me after pills stop working? Only someone who’s the same in his/her default state (and finding that person will likely be very very hard). I thought treatment will not be as complicated, but everything went through the window in a short period of time. And it got me fucking depressed, I even stopped brushing my teeth every morning and evening. 

Now I’m starting to brush my teeth two times a day again. Yeah!!!

(A sporadic morning post, headphones on.)

November 17, 2012

It’s not about ADHD specifically but some of those people may have easily had ADHD. I think it’s an interesting documentary, especially insights into these people’s lives from their families. Mental pain is real. 

Upd: I did not know about Tony Scott. It tells us that those people have nothing to be ashamed of. 

November 10, 2012

futileresistanceolive:

paisleytie:

(I am going to be discussing and criticizing Cognitive Behavioral Therapy in this post. Apparently, a lot of people have been helped by it. However, I have problems with it, problems that I believe need to be discussed.)

I feel that, in some ways, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) can make already vulnerable people more vulnerable to gaslighting. In theory, CBT is supposed to work by giving a person the tools to critically assess a situation and come to a realistic conclusion about it, thereby challenging “automatic negative thoughts” and the tendency to jump to conclusions. Now, this sounds pretty good to me. I think it’s important to have such skills. However, in practice, CBT doesn’t always work that way. I’ve been to more than one therapist who used CBT, and none of them really helped me learn how to assess the truth of a situation; rather, it was more that they were kind of coercing me into disbelieving any negative perceptions I had, just because they were negative, as if that made them automatically false. Part of CBT also involves considering alternative, more positive explanations for something. This is not a bad thing to do — unless your therapist wants you go to ridiculous lengths to discount the glaring evidence staring you in the face to come up with an alternative, positive interpretation of a situation, just because it makes you feel good.

This kind of dogmatic, unquestioned “positive thinking” approach to CBT can, I believe, make one more susceptible to gaslighting. It can itself be a form of gaslighting carried out by the therapist on the patient. Because you’re not being given the tools to actually critically assess the situation (even though you’re supposed to be), because your negative thoughts are automatically denounced as wrong, because you’re exhorted to always come up with an alternative, positive interpretation in all situations, because you’re led to believe that your thoughts are in “error,” or are distortions, it can make it hard to see when people are mistreating you. When I was doing CBT, my therapists would constantly discount my assertions that people thought negatively of me. Of course, my thinking *had* to be distorted. So I started brainwashing myself into believing that no, people did not think negatively of me, that was just my low self-esteem talking. But every now and then, I’d have a flash of a memory that I’d suppressed, of being treated badly by others. Well, no, I must have interpreted that wrong! They weren’t really mistreating me! But as I thought about it more and more, I started to realize that no, people really did treat me badly, and that they’d been doing it for my entire life, and that I seemed to be more of a target than other people.

It’s awful when your therapist won’t listen to you. When they won’t believe your problems are real, because they dismiss them as the product of your “distorted thoughts.” When you try to explain to them the years of bullying and ill-treatment you’ve gone through? That’s just your distorted thoughts making you think you were bullied and treated badly. When you perceive that you’re different from other people and that you have difficulty making friends and interacting socially? Well, you just think those things are true because you have a poor self-image. If you had more confidence, everything would be okay! Um, no. It turns out I’m autistic. I really am different from others and I really do have difficulty making friends and interacting socially. It was seven years after I first entered therapy that I got diagnosed with Asperger’s. Maybe it would have been earlier if my therapists hadn’t been so quick to dismiss my claims that I was different from others and had trouble in social situations.

I’m sure CBT has helped people. It’s important to learn how to detect when one’s thoughts and perceptions are distorted. However, none of the therapists I’ve ever been to have ever given me these tools. They just used (or misused) CBT to promote unquestioned “positive thinking.” I’ve kind of had to figure out on my own how to evaluate situations — I do realize that there are times when I’m incorrect in assuming something negative. However, I know that other negative perceptions are correct, and I’ve stopped dismissing my instincts entirely, which was what my therapists seemed to want me to do.

This. Yes. Oh my goodness. Thanks for writing this. That sucks - that you were in therapy for so long before getting an accurate diagnosis because of the gaslighting!

It sounds like my experience has not been as bad as yours, but I’ve also had negative experiences with CBT. I’m also glad if it helps some people, but it has been nothing but gaslighting in my experience. I didn’t even recognize it until I started reading books about emotionally abusive relationships and learned what gaslighting was.

Yes. No amount of “positive thinking” will change the fact that we with the disabling type of ADHD (not “oh it so helps me to be creative!” and “maybe it’s not that bad after all” type) are not as desired and loved as some other people are, not as effective as workers, therefore less wanted by employers, because we’re simply more trouble than others are, we’re high-maintenance. So, yes, people do push us more than others. But what else can CBT guys say? They are trying to do what they can: to remove excessive negative thoughts.

November 10, 2012
Lisa Harney: Invisible Ableism

bonnie-abbzug:

Great piece on how ableism effected her in ways she didn’t even realize. The mechanisms that created her low self worth were very relatable to me, although thankfully my family is generally quite supportive. Glad I found this article and website today :)

November 9, 2012
my experience of ADHD

futileresistanceolive:

ADHD is having your mind race around if you’re comparing it to the neurotypical experience. To me, ADHD is continuously learning since childhood that my experience of effort and pain and disability is just my imagination or a lack of character. ADHD means constant gaslighting.

To me, ADHD was having difficulty with school that I couldn’t explain to myself. ADHD experiencing excruciating feelings in classrooms and trying not to focus on the clock and how slowly time was passing. ADHD was describing school as “boring,” and not having the knowledge to be able to say what that really meant. ADHD was realizing that my classmates remember more specific details than I do. ADHD meant working harder than most of the people around me in order to achieve the same results. ADHD was slowly realizing how different my classmates’ lives were, but being told over and over until I believed it that the only difference I was observing was in personal motivation.

To me, ADHD was having difficulty making friends and not understanding why. ADHD was being unpopular and in some cases hated. ADHD was continuously learning that people like me more, the more silent and invisible I become. ADHD meant being excluded. ADHD meant that I could not speak very much or try to make people laugh or share anything about myself or even say anything honest if I wanted to be socially acceptable. And ADHD was learning that that degree of silence and invisibility was also socially unacceptable.

To me, ADHD was and still is having difficulty earning a basic minimum cost of living. ADHD means always having to ask for help and never having what I need to be healthy.

To me, ADHD was finally getting diagnosed when I was 28, and having a flood of hope for the future, only to get that hope drained away. ADHD is having lots of immediate access to heaps and heaps of bullshit and pseudoscience and people who present themselves as supportive but only continue the gaslighting I’ve been getting throughout my life. ADHD means getting dismissed as cr**y, stupid, hypersensitive, lazy and a liar. ADHD is having enormous difficulty finding real support. ADHD means being isolated and told I’m worthless in a thousand different ways every day. And ADHD means being so discredited that few people would believe what I’ve written here.

ADHD meant not understanding any of this until very recently, and I know I have a lot more to learn.

And don’t tell me that not all of this is 100% explained by ADHD symptoms. I don’t care. I can’t separate myself from my ADHD, and just because it’s not an ADHD symptom, that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. A lot of this wouldn’t have been such a problem if I’d been taught from the beginning to believe my own experience, so don’t tell me something doesn’t add up because I’ve heard that already.

September 22, 2012
It’s hell

It’s the hardest time of my life. I have little of hope. Everything seems useless, and my fucking notebook fell good just today, from good height smashed on the floor. I got scared and thought that the sound doesn’t work the same anymore. Still can’t figure it out. Shit. I need to vent, and I’m sorry I wasn’t updating for a good while. It’s like everything else in my life — no matter how much I need it, it doesn’t last. I am a human being who’s deeply fucked. I can’t connect and my fucking grandma of over 80 of age communicates better than me! She fucking blabs constantly, for hours, while I just sit in my distracted misery and can’t gather my thoughts together! I’m crying, because I can’t believe this shit has happened to me! Where does it all leave me in life? With what chances to find love? Nobody fucking loves me because I can’t connect. Not because I’m emotional! Barkley is wrong in one fucking thing: no, people do not forgive distractability and it doesn’t matter if you control emotions or get angry or not!!! If you don’t believe it, try to fucking be me!!! This text doesn’t represent how I am in life because I’m writing this with just teary eyes with my face expression totally calm, just sad. Yes, if you’re one of those fucks who do not believe that it’s possible to sit with a poker face and wish for you to burn in a fucking hell and eat shit all day, then you definitely don’t see me now… Yes, it’s possible. (Let’s slow down a little.) And it’s basicallly one of the ADHD types: too much thinking and very little of doing. So, I’m fucking tired of my distracted life. :-( And I don’t wish bad to anybody (that above was an expression). I just wish I could fucking connect.

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