#adhdawareness

the shame that hits you when you walk around your messy, cluttered room, knowing you don’t yet have the motivation or hyperfocus to clean it, even though you want to.

the shame that hits you when you retell a story for the thousandth time and the person you’re talking to gets bored or annoyed or confused by it, cuz you couldn’t remember you had told it before.

the shame that hits you when you ask someone to repeat what they’re saying multiple times because you keep forgetting or you just can’t hear them.

the shame that hits you when you forget something super important after you leave for a trip, and you ask to go back for it.

the shame that hits you when you know you’re overanalyzing something someone said to you, but it still hurts.

the shame that hits you when you snap at people who are just talking to you while you’re hyperfocused.

the shame that hits you when you realize you don’t remember jackshit about your life, you don’t have any memories, and you wonder what it was all like.

the shame that hits you when someone asks you to just shut up or sit still after you were just expressing your emotions, your happiness even, but were just a little too loud about it.

I wanna post something but idk what to post so I'll just post about how I wanna post something as something I'll post that probably won't be a letter sent to the post office and get sent back by the post officer who has a job offer for me so they'll keep me posted. Wait post is in other words such as imposter, posture, pasta- wait why did I say pasta again?

Anyway, speaking about imposter - there's a thing called imposter syndrome which means you can have a real neurodivergent disorder & more and still won't believe that you deserve to be validified by it. Wait, it's not validified, it's validated.

Ugh, I'm so stupid.. no, I'm not stupid, I'm just airheaded at times. But what if I actually am stupid? (Post post post- Post-Stress Traumatic Disorder! I have that because I can't see blood without thinking about how they cut up my father at the morgue- did I even love my father? Is my father proud of me? Did I even do good in his eyes?)

No, I'm just a simple creature with an overwhelming desire to know and do just about everything. However the desire is entirely random at times & a huge chunk of my knowledge is useless and irrelevant to my life, even if it was relevant I'll forget about it all in a few days as I can't keep track of my memory, my records, my stuff & my projects a good amount of times. I'll do everything at the same time and lose interest just as quickly as I gained it, my passions, hopes & future ever so fleeting.

...Why did God made me in this image, if there is a God at all?

...Why did God made me intolerant to the modern systems that govern this world yet all must adhere to them lest that they'll be abandoned entirely by whole communities?

...Why did God made me the unmedicated freak-of-nature so that I'm forced to feed myself expensive and barely sustainable amounts of pills later on in my adult life?

So many questions, so little answers. So many ambitions, so little results.

I am akin to a puppet, whose limbs are unwilling to move and strings too entangled to be free completely.

A prisoner to my own mind. A slave to my own impulses. An enigma, never to be fully understood.

And this has always been my norm?

(Mooties and Co, what do you think about this? Is it accurate? Sorry to bother you-)

Hey friends,

If you ever feel like your brain is constantly buffering - struggling with focus, follow-through, decision-making, or just plain getting started - you’re not alone. A lot of us in the neurodivergent community wrestle with executive dysfunction, and there aren’t always simple, kind tools to help in the moment.

So I built one.

It’s called the Executive Function First Aid Kit, and it’s a free, gentle collection of small tools and fast fixes for overwhelmed minds.

We’re about to start a 7-day micro-launch (aka the alpha testing phase), and I’d love for you to join us. Over the course of a week, I’ll be sharing the kit itself, extra resources, and bite-sized support via email, Instagram, Tumblr, and Reddit. The goal? To gather feedback, connect with folks who need this kind of help, and start building something that actually works for us.

After this short launch wraps up, we’ll move into the beta phase where things expand a bit with additional tools, group input, and long-term community resources. If you’d like to help shape that, now’s a great time to jump in.

Here’s how you can be part of it:

🔗 Get the free kit: https://executivefunctionclub.carrd.co/ 🧩 Join the subreddit: https://reddit.com/r/ExecutiveFunctionClub 🤝 Help build with us: Whether you’re testing tools, giving feedback, or just sharing support with others—your voice matters here.

She arrived one day twitchy, shoulders hunched beneath a weight too heavy for twelve. Her eyes scanned the room, not looking for anyone, but broadcasting something wild and unfiltered.

I watched her,

Quiet and cautious, muttering to her surroundings But I saw the beacon

where they saw the flaw..and tried to shape her

with scratches and bite marks ADHD, they’d say

"she cant stay, or be tamed" but only I saw the strange grace of someone not quite synced with the world around her.

She left, and I was struck by the thought: her download was never complete, running a different kind of code, at odds with the programs all around her. No wonder she ran she was a puzzle piece forced into the wrong box.

I saw her that day, but I was too young to know what to do, how to help. Maybe seeing is what matters the first language of care but I still wonder if she felt it, if the moment landed. If she did, I think I’d know her still.

Some systems are built to contain when they should be wild, to smooth out the rough edges instead of letting someone explore the far borders of the map.

If there’s a crime here, it is not in the glitch but in the hands that tried to overwrite her wild syntax with their own order.

I hope, wherever she is, her code is running free.