What the past days looked like from the outside: I sat around for 2 days doing nothing productive, on the third day I got up and did one (1) chore and then sat down and did nothing again the rest of the day
What was actually happening: I knew I had to clean away the dishes and kept reminding myself and constantly persuading myself to do it, hating every second I didn't- couldn't do it, finally on the third day the stars aligned and my brain allowed me to clean the giant pile of dishes, and then I collapsed on the sofa utterly exhausted from three days of constant shame and guilt over this one chore
Everyone who thinks adhd isn't a disability can kiss my entire ass

















