THAT’S RIGHT IT’S ME

HE BLUSHES A LOT

AND IS EVEN CUTE WHEN ANGRY

LOOK AT THE ‘LIL THING BLUSHING WHILE BEING ANGRY

WHO’S EVEN A FANG-TAN

AND DOES THE EYE-SHIMMER THINGY EVERY FEW SECONDS

I DON’T EVEN CARE HIS HAIR LOOKS LIKE ART’S HAIR WITH A WEIRD PONYTAIL

YOU ALL SAW THAT BEAUTY NAMED KI-JA?

Here’s something that happens to ADHD children a lot:  Getting pushed beyond their limits by accident. Here’s how it works and why it’s so bad.

Child says, “I can’t do this.”

Adult (teacher or parent) does not believe it, because Adult has seen Child do things that Adult considers more difficult, and Child is too young to properly articulate why the task is difficult.

Adult decides that the problem is something other than true inability, like laziness, lack of self-confidence, stubbornness, or lack of motivation.

Adult applies motivation in the form of harsher and harsher scoldings and punishments. Child becomes horribly distressed by these punishments. Finally, the negative emotions produce a wave of adrenaline that temporarily repairs the neurotransmitter deficits caused by ADHD, and Child manages to do the task, nearly dropping from relief when it’s finally done.

The lesson Adult takes away is that Child was able to do it all along, the task was quite reasonable, and Child just wasn’t trying hard enough. Now, surely Child has mastered the task and learned the value of simply following instructions the first time.

The lessons Child takes away? Well, it varies, but it might be:

-How to do the task while in a state of extreme panic, which does NOT easily translate into doing the task when calm.

-Using emergency fight-or-flight overdrive to deal with normal daily problems is reasonable and even expected.

-It’s not acceptable to refuse tasks, no matter how difficult or potentially harmful.

-Asking for help does not result in getting useful help.

I’m now in my 30’s, trying to overcome chronic depression, and one major barrier is that, thanks to the constant unreasonable demands placed on me as a child, I never had the chance to develop actual healthy techniques for getting stuff done. At 19, I finally learned to write without panic, but I still need to rely on my adrenaline addiction for simple things like making phone calls, tidying the house, and paying bills. Sometimes, I do mean things to myself to generate the adrenaline rush, because there’s no one else around to punish me.

And I’m not going to say that that mode of operation doesn’t have its uses.  But it is a really, really counterproductive way to teach kids how to take the time and focus to learn to do something well and sustainably.

So you are the mediator for your brothers, Prince Kai?

Extra:

Its frankly fucking infuriating that tumblr will bend over backwards about providing subtitles and promoting the use of subtitles for those who have hearing difficulties, but continue to laugh and deride people who rely on dubs as being lazy ‘unintellectual’ idiots. 

i’m dyslexic guys

reading is fucking exhausting for me. I’m a smart fucking person, I’ve written a goddamn dissertation, and I was in AP English in high school. But reading is fucking hard. Especially reading a white Helvetica font on constant changing background in the bottom 1/5 of a scene. like its not rocket science but some of you arseholes apparently really need to be told this

Subtitles are not dyslexia friendly

look, there are a lot of people out there in the world who have low literacy. some of those factors are developmental like dyslexia, some of those are to do with economics and access to education.

but its fucking infuriating to see you all patting yourselves on the back for being so accommodating for those with hearing difficulties, while making no attempt to even understand those with literacy struggles, let alone help us. in fact, you’ll actively make fun of us 

If i want to watch something with subs, I have to watch each line of dialogue at least 3 times, often more. an hours episode of tv can easily take me multiple hours to watch because I have to keep going back and rewatching moments so I can read it once for the words, then a second time to understand the contextual meaning, and then a third time to be able to watch the actors while thinking about what they’ve said. And thats fucking exhausting. 

So you guys have got to stop jeering and sneering at the use of dubs. yeah, a lot of performance is lost in a dub, but its also lost by not even looking at whats happening on the screen because i’m struggling through trying to read the dialogue fast enough to comprehend the written text into what it means. theres a fair gap in my mind  between a reading a phrase like ‘i want to leave’ and interpreting that as ‘oh this character wants to leave’. It might sound dumb to you but thats how dyslexia fucking works. its not floating words and all jumbling up letters, its me being a fluent reader in my native language needing a minute to translate written words into actual meanings. and thats an exhausting and difficult thing to do when I’m trying to watch an actors performance or a perfect camera angle.

I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didn’t meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears aren’t fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that aren’t audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldn’t hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didn’t want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.

Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so they’d be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. I’d be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and I’d immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadn’t realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasn’t. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens “yes baby?” And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones she’d had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because that’s the best way to get a human’s attention.

You mean ΘΩΘ

An adorable birb waving its gorgeous tail feathers around in slow motion 

Y A Y

jordan…… the cunning, cool, gruff rebel leader……………… born outside the Dystopia… a Freedom Fighter…… with a heart of gold……………