#ADHD gait

[noagskryf]

"i wish i could unmask wherever i went." "i wish i was visibly disabled."

Okay, fine.

Do you also wish you were pulled out of class and asked if you've taken illegal substances because you weren't masking?

Do you wish you were just not allowed in class sometimes because of your symptoms being disruptive?

Do you wish parents would pull their children away from you because you walk funny and make weird noises?

Do you wish your parents got sympathy glances whenever youre out in public with them?

Do you wish all this? Or do you wish you were more accepted by society?

EDIT: i think im not very good at explaining myself, this post is targeted at people who say "i wish i was visibly disabled" and then go on to deny that visibly disabled people experience a lot of ableism and danger because of it. this isn't targeted at people who wish they didnt have to hide themselves.

[ghostlyshoes]

"Autism gait" this "ADHD posture" that.

But do you know what Dyspraxia is? And are you normal about it.

[haute-pockette]

The Doctor being disabled.

Every incarnation sitting somewhere on the autism spectrum. Their stims and behaviors vary between incarnations.

First doctor with alexithymia. On Gallifrey it was fine, ignored. A "superior race" that prided itself in observation without interference doesn't put too much stalk in compassion. But meeting humans up close with Barbara and Ian started him down a path of learning to put words to his own feelings as well as others.

As his body aged he also developed arthritis. The cane was for mobility as much as it was for style. He learned the hard way that aspirin is not Gallifreyan friendly (he survived the small dose, but it scared the hell out of Susan).

Two with lots of physical stims. All his gestures and wringing his hands, grabbing onto companions.

Dyspraxic Two. Chicken scratch handwriting, stumbling over his words and his feet. He really leans into tactile sensations whether it's the texture of his clothes or holding onto a companion, it was always grounding for him.

Third tended to shut down more than his first two since the constant stress and frustration of exile had him already wound pretty tight. He'll lock himself in the lab and just put himself on autopilot until he recharges enough to deal with whatever shenanigans are happening.

Three has tinnitus that of various sounds including almost like the tardis materialization sound. He often has to look up to check if the Master is showing up to bother him or not.

Four has ADHD alongside with autism. He struggles with constantly running from responsibility and wanting to have some sense of control of situations.

It's one of those snowballs of procrastination causing anxiety which causes him to procrastinate further. Unless it's urgently life threatening, his stress response is freeze.

Five masks and suppresses his emotions in an attempt to blend with neurotypicals more since he's self-conscious of his previous "eccentricity" as Four. It causes a lot of strain between him and Tegan after Earthshock.

Peripheral neuropathy causing muscle weakness in his legs cause of the difficult regeneration. Look how much he falls over and leans on the tardis console, he can't stand straight for long periods of time without aids. Usually has braces, but will use a cane around the tardis (would use the wheelchair but it's dead in the Castrovalva river).

Six gets overstimulated easier than some, especially by noises and textures. Usually that with things not going accordingly tends to set off meltdowns. Ever since he hurt Peri he turns his energy on himself instead.

Bipolar Six. He tends to handle mania better than depression, at least when he has too much energy he knows he can spend it and try to get it out. He'll usually park the tardis somewhere his companion can enjoy and shut himself away in the cloister room or zero room when at the worst of his lows.

Also type 1 diabetic six, regenerating from poison fucked with his metabolism. He is careful to take care of his blood sugar, but he's terrible at remembering to stay hydrated. That's why Mel is always shoving carrot juice at him.

Seven has ADD (yes I know it's technically "ADHD of the predominantly inattentive type" but ADD is easier). ADD as in he's always in his own head, always five points ahead of the conversation. His train of thought is incomprehensible to most, but there is a string of logic to it.

Dyspraxic Seven with an abnormal gait and stance. Bad posture makes him look shorter than he is. Only he can read his own handwriting, which he insists is not as bad as it is.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Wait... Autism and dyspraxia share symptoms? I've had diagnoses for both of them for at least a decade and I had no idea.

I thought dyspraxia only affected my co-ordination and autism had nothing to do with that...

All neurodiversity has overlaps with others somewhere. I'm synaesthetic, which seems like a fun wacky brain thing with no downsides, except it often goes hand in hand with sensory overload. My ADHD also gives sensory overload at times, so between the two, I have to wear earplugs when I go shopping so that I can stay long enough to actually buy what I need.

But also, when we talk about "The part of the brain that does X", we forget that X will not be the only task done in that region; and, of course, that X tends to be the 'output task' that we see and understand, rather than something more fundamental. This means, for example, that we go "Ah, dyslexia, the condition that means you mix up letters in writing"; forgetting that written alphabets are invented by humans, and we do not have a brain region that evolved to allow writing. What's happening in a dyslexic brain is more fundamental than that. Mixed up letters are a symptom, as it were, but so is impaired time management, and impaired executive function, and forgetting words and names in verbal speech, and sometimes maybe going semi-verbal or even non-verbal during times of high stress.

(Also, dyslexic symptoms present far less in languages with consistent orthography. This comes up a lot in Welsh-medium schools; dyslexic kids can read and write far better in Welsh than in English.)

Anyway, a very common characteristic of dyspraxia - generally described as just being about physical coordination - is that planning tasks becomes difficult. Another is time blindness, and time management challenges. Another is executive dysfunction. And there's a body of evidence about motor difficulties in autistic people, ranging from issues with hand-eye coordination to atypical gaits.

So: yes! There's crossover between the two, and you may or may not have characteristics to that effect.

[fairyboygenius]

everywhere, everything

simon “ghost” riley x original female character

a/n: new title how we feeling! laying groundwork mostly, we’ll get into more concrete plot very soon :) also if you requested something from the build-a-hybrid ask game i’m SORRY the brain worms have taken me over those’ll hopefully start coming out soon :) love love love you guys

no warnings :)

fic under the cut i kiss you on the forehead

As expected, Allie met everyone at breakfast the next morning.

She had woken up early, sleep schedule still fucked up by jet lag and the lack of a routine. Her routines took months to build up, but only a couple days of missing one could ruin it. Allie’s regulation was like a Jenga tower, and outside circumstances that disrupt routines always pulled the blocks that caused it to collapse.

But, whatever. At least there was room for her Keurig in her room. And Lola seemed to like the dog bed Laswell had purchased for her.

Allie showed up to the mess hall about five minutes early, sipping her sweet coffee as she leaned against the wall. Her military-issue cargo pants weren’t quite flattering- tight around her apron stomach and hips, loose everywhere else- but they were, functionally, just pants. Besides, her ass looked pretty great.

Still, as she fidgeted, twirling the ends of her braids, unease sat deep in her weary bones. These men, some of the best the SAS had to offer, were going to be her teammates and comrades. She’d patch up their wounds, they’d keep going out and getting hurt. Such was the cycle of an army medic. They’d be grumpy but hopefully grow to respect and tolerate her. She’d long accepted the community she longed for was not often found among war-hardened soldiers.

That didn’t stop her from hoping.

A loud, broguish Scottish accent bouncing off the high ceilings shook her out of her reverie. She looked up, spotting three men heading towards her from the same direction she had come from. These must be her hall mates, and future patients/pains in her ass.

The voice seemed to belong to the one in the middle, his close-cropped mohawk in desperate need of some styling. His blue eyes sparked, and his gait was hyper in a way that convinced Allie fairly quickly that he had ADHD. He’d be fun, she thinks- good for a drink after a stressful mission, or some sleep deprived conversations in a tent in Somalia.

The man on his left was a bit taller, bronzed skin glinting against a plain white T-shirt. He looked up then, smiling at her, and she managed a tired smile back.

As the group approached, her eyes quickly skated over the third member of the group. Taller than them both, black skull balaclava. Black hoodie and jeans. Something sparked in her chest seeing the way his thighs strained against jean fabric, his broad shoulders and big, gloved hands.

Down, girl.

“Hey, you’re our new medic?” The man who had smiled at her was standing right in front of her now. “I’m Kyle. Kyle Garrick, but they call me Gaz.” He gestured to his friends. “Mohawk is Soap, ski mask is Ghost.”

“Gaz, Soap, Ghost.” Allie nodded, pointing at each of them to associate the names with their faces. “I’m sure you’ve already been briefed on me, but I’m Allie. And this-“ Lola sat, as though she knew she was being introduced- “is Lola. She’s my service dog.”

Gaz nodded. “You waiting on breakfast?”

Allie let out a breathy laugh. “Woke up way too early. Fuckin’ jet lag.”

“Ah, tha’s righ’, yer American.” Mohawk-Soap- grinned. “Bit o’ a long trek for ye, then.”

“All this way for little ol’ us,” Gaz said, his voice teasing. “C’mon, the doors should be open. We’ll see what they have. Maybe we can get ya a full English.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I hate baked beans. The texture…” Allie shuddered. “Also, I don’t know what’s in blood sausage, and I’m frankly really scared to ask.”

“Smart lass.” Soap maneuvered to the front of the group, leading them through the line. Because of the jostling, Allie ended up in the back, just in front of Ghost. She turned back, giving him a friendly smile- it seemed like something she should do- and he just nodded back at her.

Not too disappointing, she hadn’t been expecting much more from ski mask guy. Not like he could smile back. But she had at least hoped to catch a glimpse of his eyes crinkling or some other indication.

Christ, she looked good.

Her hair wasn’t just red, as Simon had seen it in that photo- it was a plethora of colors. Copper, scarlet, rust, burgundy. Streaks of blonde framed her face, escaping from those goddamned braids. They caressed her freckled skin- oh, yeah. She had freckles. A line over her nose, dark brown pinpricks like stars against tan skin. Big brown eyes avoided eye contact, lashes framing them delicately. Teeth sunk into her plush bottom lip, examining the food options in the line. Full English, as Gaz had predicted. No blood sausage, but baked beans slopped on red trays, the liquid overflowing and coating the eggs in bean sauce.

Allie politely refused the beans and just got eggs and toast, and the hair on the back of Simon’s neck stood up. She had the slightest Southern accent. It wasn’t blatant, but there was something about the way she drew out her vowels that reminded him of sweet iced tea and wraparound porches. (He didn’t know much about the South.)

She was wearing a black long sleeve, almost skin tight, and the military-issued cargo pants that had no business looking that good on her. It was easy to let his eyes trail over the sway of her hips, the muscles in her thighs flexing under soft flesh, her plush ass. He almost forgot to tell the worker serving food what he wanted.

“Tha’ tea o’ coffee, lass?” he could hear Soap asking from all the way across the mess hall as he walked over and sat down across from her.

Allie took a sip from her travel mug. “Coffee. Milk and two sugars. I’ve never been much of a tea person. It’s just leaf water.”

“And coffee is just bean water.” The words come out of Simon’s mouth before he can stop them. Allie raised an eyebrow at him, a slight smirk on her features.

“Not a fan of bean water, I take it?”

“He’s a proper Brit,” Gaz said. “Only drinks coffee when he’s sleep deprived and we’re out of English Breakfast. What you got against tea?”

Allie shrugged, leaning down to scratch Lola’s head absentmindedly. “Oh, I like it. I just like coffee better, I guess.”

“We all ‘ave our preferences, right, Lt.?” Soap tried to goad him, but Simon just grunted and went back to his breakfast.

“Even if they’re wrong,” he grumbled, and Allie shot him a little smile, eyes glimmering with mirth. She playfully rolled her eyes, sipping from her coffee.

Breakfast was only 45 minutes, but they didn’t have anything scheduled until training at 0930- that’s when they found out Allie had been given a laminated schedule by Laswell last night- so they lingered. Simon learned that Allie’s laugh- or at least the version of it she did around others- sounded like wind chimes, light and musical. His deadened heart fluttered as she caught his eye. She looked away quickly, but that didn’t stop the blush from blooming on his cheeks. Thank fuck they were hidden.

Somehow, they all ended up moving as a unit. Allie was sandwiched between Soap and Gaz, looking a bit caught off guard. She had ended up roped into an argument about… something. Simon wasn’t listening to the specifics. He was more so focused on staring at the way Soap placed a hand on her waist, which Allie quickly moved away. Didn’t make a fuss of it or anything. It was fascinating, really, how she didn’t say anything or act like anything was wrong, yet Johnny still looked a bit like a wounded puppy at the rejection.

“This is where I leave you.” Allie stopped in front of the gym door, extracting herself from the group. “I gotta to the medbay to help out for a bit- apparently, there’s a big group coming back from an intense mission. It was so nice to meet y’all, and I’ll see you at lunch. C’mon, Lola.” She tugged at her service dog’s leash.

Simon had to plant his feet to the ground to stop himself from following.

[crippled-peeper]

how I move and my gait doesn’t have a cutesy internet meme related to it or a nickname I just get called slurs . I wish people who post about their “adhd walk” and how marginalizing it is slip on some ice. I don’t like you

[leonenjoyer69]

May I hear some HCs in regards to Jekyll and Hyde? 🤣

Of course!!

I read a fic where Hyde played the piano and I absolutely live for that. Jekyll probably got lessons or something when he was younger, but quickly dropped it on account of focusing on his studies. Hyde though? He ABSOLUTELY whips out some killer ragtime songs at bars (or anywhere with a piano OR reed organ, honestly) when he feels like showing off or bringing up the mood. Like, I imagine him to have the same energy as Will Wood when playing (speed and enthusiasm wise, here's a good video for reference lmao)

On the flip side, Jekyll sings/hums to himself when mindlessly doing things (like cleaning up) and when bathing. Usually Scottish ballads, but he's also picked up some more popular British ones from Hyde. Hyde also sometimes asks Jekyll to sing to whatever he's playing, and if Jekylls in a particularly good mood, with some coaxing, he'll give in.

Jekyll had to give Hyde his own little journal so he would stop defacing the journal he kept his experimental logs in. Hyde still uses it, and is actually on his second journal of shitty doodles. He likes to leave it open on pages with mean doodles of Jekyll, or obscene things he knows will make the other flustered, just to get a little rise out of the man.

Hyde has tried bringing some of the nicer street rats back to the society to keep as a 'pet' (he wanted to try and train one to attack and do things he says) but Jekyll has thankfully put a stop to that every time.

Jekyll's eyes before the potion were just a really pretty brown and only got that deep red color after. Surprisingly, no one really asked about it because of how his eyes already shone in the light.

Jekyll starts slipping into his Glaswegian accent when he's super drunk or angry (and when he's more sleep deprived than usual). It also slips into Hyde's voice a bit in high stress moments. At one point, Hyde got hit pretty nasty in the head and could only speak Glaswegian for a good few hours. Jekyll forced him to isolate, as to keep it a secret, and led him through brewing something to help. He didn't complain much about the few things that got broken, but he did scold Hyde for biting off more than he could chew (and for leaving him with such a horrible headache that he couldn't get rid of).

Hyde is surprisingly clumsy when he's not roof hopping. He's the type of mf to fall up the stairs. I'm also a firm believer that he does that ADHD walk thing where he just twists his body around tables and corners and such, along with drifting a bit while he walks (which has made him bump into many people, causing fights). Jekyll on the other hand? Yeah, he's got that high society gait and is super thoughtful about how he moves, but he also just runs into shit. Generally it's when he's alone and/or working (or super tired and weak), but there have been a handful of instances where he did it around Lanyon or Rachel that he still gets embarrassed thinking about (the bloody nose he had one time in front of Lanyon was not fun).

Anyways, that's all I really have rn, thank you for asking!!! :33

[paracosmicparadox]

So, I'm falling back into the FFXV kick, and I have decided that I disapprove of how little complex character development Square Enix has given the guys?? Like where is the emotional depth beyond surface-level cutscene angst?? So I took matters into my own hands and have compiled a handy little list of headcanons / expanded canons that I think make sense.

Noctis: Has clinical insomnia and frequent lucid dreams (sorta a given, but bear w me bear w me)

Feels the weight of having to take so much on from such a young age much, much more than he lets on

Loves to argue

Would've been happier if he and Luna stayed as childhood best-buds rather than betrothed fiancés (controversial, ik, but it just didn't seem like he cared that much for her romantically to me?? Like he obviously cared about her, but it seemed like a really strong penpal vibe rather than a "We're-gonna-get-married-and-be-the-next-hotshot-couple" vibe. If you disagree, coolio, I'm not gonna debate w you on this one)

Has a natural sadness to his eyes regardless of what he's feeling

Went through an anime phase (possibly still in his anime phase, idk)

Social anxiety for the win

Severe RBF

Prefers tea over coffee (black tea is best---particularly lavender earl grey)

Can play the cello (practicing tho?? Don't know her)

Writes the most beautiful poetry when The Motivation™ strikes him (usually when he's home sick and half-delirious)

Prompto: Has ADHD and clinical anxiety, but is undiagnosed and doesn't take any meds for either of them.

Is legit like SO SMART, but can never focus, so not many people take any notice

Wears contact lenses (he had glasses as a child and I refuse to believe he had some high-tech corrective surgery to eliminate the need for them when lenses are cheaper and less risky)

Doesn't drink caffeine because it makes him jittery

Doesn't drive the Regalia when the guys are around because having other people in the car distracts him from the road. Also he tends to drive like a speed demon, which worries Ignis to no end.

Sunburns insanely easily

Could legit become a hitman if he wanted to with the amount of gun-knowledge he has. It doesn't matter what firearm you put in this boy's hand---pistol, SMG, sniper, rocket launcher, you name it. He can and will hit the target every single time.

Addicted to adrenaline

Pansexual

Has a lot of self-loathing (we see a bit of this in Ep. Prompto) and talks with an online therapist about it via text whenever his lows hit him. He's making great progress in learning how to heal and how to accept himself for who he is beyond the mask he wears for others

Ignis: More than a little bit of a control freak, and works very hard not to be too overbearing or critical about his friends' misgivings

Hypochondriac

Wants to protect everyone all the time and mentally kicks himself when he doesn't get there fast enough

Is SO PROUD of Noctis's journey and felt a stronger hatred towards Ardyn than anyone else in the group for what he forced Noct to go through (he stayed up at night sick to his stomach with hollow rage and baked nonstop to take his mind off of it)

Can verbally obliterate a man, but only rarely chooses to do so bc he's classy like that

After losing his eyes, he notices so much more beauty in the world than he used to (the sound of rain on the Regalia's roof, the specific gait of each of his friends, the smell of salt on the wind in Galdin Quay, the flawless feel of one specific silk tie he has in his repertoire, etc)

His internal compass is never wrong

Regularly takes antacids for his stomach

Has the straightest teeth you've ever seen

Demiromantic

Gladio: Hates being wrong: it's his way or the highway

Actually so much smarter than the musclehead jock front he puts up

A little vain and easily jealous (this man has a Jealous Face like no other)

Thunderstorms are his favorite; his ideal place to be is at a campsite, during a storm, with a well-worn book and a mug of Irish coffee in hand

Would throw himself in front of a bus for any one of his friends

Would beat up kids for the folks he cared about in middle school and spent the time he wasn't training to be a Crownsguard sitting in detention with the most unrepentant, smug, and-I'd-do-it-again look scrawled across his face

Can make a better smoothie than anyone (except maybe Iggy)

Spotify junkie

Had a dinosaur phase as a kid and can still name random facts about them whenever the opportunity presents itself

Avid technology-hater and only has a phone to make calls and join the others in playing King's Knight since they begged him so profoundly (he's sure the thing's going to be his downfall)

Gets most of Prompto's pop culture references

[brightlotusmoon]

Me, a cerebral palsy: Why the fuck does my torso keep sliding down and slumping to the left which is the spastic side, and and why does it feel so comfortable and why do I want to fight it

My science art brain:

My autistic brain: Yay, I get to read all that!

My ADHD brain: Wait. I have to read all that?

My writerbrain: This will be useful when writing disabled OCs in fics.

[firstknightvulion]

So I’ve done more of the Bellara scenes.

I like the one with Neve where you find out she likes serials in the Tevinter Papers.

That put an idea into my head. What if Bellara got into romance books. Specifically, romantasy as the hip, young kids call it. Specifically specifically, SPICY romantasy.

Rook sits on a bench in Bellara’s room. He had come at Bellara’s invitation and is waiting for her. He hears the door open and watches Bellara walk into the room. Her gait is stiff yet determined. She quickly makes it over to Rook and sits down next to him. She stares ahead, not looking at Rook.

Rook: …Bellara?

Bellara: Yes?

Rook: You, uh, wanted to talk?

Bellara: I did? I mean, yes! I did. Okay.

Bellara closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She holds it for a moment before releasing it and finally looking at Rook.

Bellara: So, as you know, we are, um, sexually active.

Rook: *grinning* Happily so, I hope.

Bellara: *blushing and panicking* Yes! Yes! Happily. Like you, know, what to do very well. No complaints.

Bellara looks at Rook, smiling but nervousness darkens her eyes.

Rook: …ssssooooooo…?

Bellara: Right. Yes. Okay. So, I’ve been reading those novels I asked Neve to pick up…and, and I was wondering if you would want to, maybe, try some of the things…from book.

Rook: Things?

Bellara: Acts. Actions. Sexual actions.

Rook: Oh. Yeah, yeah. I’d be okay with that.

Bellara: *beaming* Really?!

Rook: Of course.

Bellara jumps off the bench and runs to the other side of the room, disappearing behind the large stone elf head that sits in the middle of the space. After some rummaging, she pops up with a large tome in her hands. Several pages of the tome are marked by different color paper strips.

Bellara: Here!

Bellara tosses the book to Rook. He catches it with both hands but the momentum from the size and weight of the thing makes it crash into his chest.

Rook: *struggling to breathe* This is all from one book?

Bellara: *disappearing behind the elf head again* No, this is from all of them.

Rook: You got twelve books!

Bellara: Yup!

Rook: It’s been three days! How much sleep did you get?!

Bellara: Three hours.

Rook: Last night?

Bellara: In total.

The sound of metal on metal scrapping and the striking of a hammer fill the air. Rook opens the book. His eyes widen. He stares at the page for several moments before turning his head at a 90 degree angle. He starts flipping pages, his eye only growing larger.

Rook: Bellara…Bellara, I don’t know if I can bend like that…

Bellara: Don’t worry! I’m making something to help!

Rook hears Bellara revving something out of sight. Then sound of what can only be described as a saw assaults his ears. Rook swallows.

Several acts of debauchery later…

Emmirich sits across the table from Rook and Bellara. His leans on the table on his elbows, his two hands pressed flat together, as if he is praying. They are pressed against his mouth. He narrows and un-narrows his eyes. His brow furrows. He opens his mouth to speak but stops himself several times.

After an eternity, Emmirich speaks.

Emmirich: How…did you get that up there?

Bellara smiles and sweats profusely. Rook has a thousand yard stare.

Partially inspired by real life.

Full disclosure, my wife is an ADHD Book Goblin Spicy Romantasy Lover. Guess that’s why I gravitate towards Bellara.

The final scene. Pencil on paper by me.

[j0them0971]

Ok! I decided that making all these different posts abt all my horses... fuck it. Left to right: name, breed, age, sex, coat, pros, cons.

Nacho

American Paint Horse

Adult (15)

Gelding

Bay tobiano

- Absolute trailboss and ATE (all-terrain equine)

- Sweetheart

- Versatile as fuck

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- Eats a lot

- Lazy with hackamore after abt a week

- White fur gets really dirty really fast

Earthangel

Belgian Warmblood

Youngster (7)

Mare

Dapple grey

- Best jumper in the world

- All the stamina

- Lives up to standards of mare behavior

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- Has no friends on purpose

- Girthy

- Lives up to standards of mare behavior

Indigo

Paso Fino

Adult (14)

Gelding

Mulberry dapple grey

- Gaited and smooth

- Best in hackamore

- Total sweetie

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- On and off periods of soundness

- Nobody gets to touch The Mane

- Kicks when in cross-ties

Osprey

Arabian

Youngster (5)

Mare

Black rabicano sabino

- Stamina for days

- Does anything and everything

- Very smart

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- Absolute bitch

- Is a mare (well duh)

- Still kinda green

Candy

Tennessee Walker

Adult (17)

Saturated bay

- Amazing trailboss and ATE

- Sweet and clever

- Great with kids

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- Nips but doesn't bite

- Gets bored easily

- Refuses to ride English

Bigboy (Arnie/Arnold)

Ardennes

Age unknown

Gelding

Bay pangáre

- Gentle giant

- Agile for his size

- Extremely chill

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- Has ADHD

- Possible sleep deprivation

- Doesn't wanna go above a trot

Cookie

Appaloosa

Adult (15)

Mare

Red dun minimal snowflake

- Gaited

- Lots of personality

- Awesome ATE and trailboss

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- Lots of personality

- Also has no friends on purpose

- Absolute shit jumper

Wildflower

Mustang

Youngster (7-ish?)

Gelding

Silver grullo overo

- Very bombproof

- Rides well in a hackamore

- Trailboss and ATE

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- BLM-branded and rounded up

- Predicts rider's actions to a fault

- Herdbound and barnsour

Stormcrow (Stormy)

Bronte (Dutch Warmblood animations)

Eternal (~100)

Mare

Silver dapple bay

- Versatile as fuck

- Smart as a whip

- Actually has friends

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- Is a mare (well duh)

- Stabby in Bronte form

- Head-thrower (no, like chronic)

Littlequeen (Queenie)

American Quarter Horse

Adult (18)

Mare

Strawberry roan

- Absolute sweetheart

- Very patient and understanding

- Very responsive and well trained

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- Taught the Western Pleasure head-drop

- Arthritic

- Eats more than Nacho

Moonquest (Max)

Saddlebred

Adult (13)

Gelding

Mulberry dapple grey

- Found a good home

- Gaited at trot and gallop

- Fucking gorgeous

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- Used to be in saddle-seat

- Trauma and abuse

- Also arthritic

Crowly

Embermane

Eternal (~31)

Gelding

- Goofy goober

- Tries his best every day

- Tamed quick!

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- Too friendly

- Rough-ass gaits

- Afraid of the shower

[cowlicks-and-curls]

So it turns out I like running and I figured out that doing in involves lots of little unrelated goals such as "knee doesn't hurt this run so the PT exercises are paying off" and "run up this incline without keeling over" and "so it turns out I need to work with my ADHD and schedule regular races to keep the sense of urgency that lets me remember to do things."

Anywho signed up for my second 5k last night. I ran the first one in May, doing a walk/run with a bit more walking than I hoped because there were undisclosed major inclines lol. Still finished in 43 minutes. This time I know it's a flat course, it's five dollars cheaper than the last one, and my goal is to run the entire time.

On my run last night it was clear I hadn't lost all of my progress since last time even though it's been over a month. My knee only twinged once or twice and I corrected my gait. I kept my heart rate more in the aerobic than anaerobic zone. And I ran for longer intervals.

Yeah I can do this

Looking a bit more stressed in the second pic after the race lol

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

hi! um. i have a kinda awkward question

so my friends are always making this joke about me being neurodivergent but i'm starting to wonder if i might actually have it? um. rephrase.

so i stim a lot and have some trouble sleeping if i'm not exhausted. and i always thought it was recent and bc of depression but

i've always walked on tiptoe for as long as i can remember and i remember as a kid my grandma would get annoyed at me for: perching on my chair instead of sitting normally / and wringing my hands as a nervous habit (she told me i looked like an old maid, repeatedly) / and being so restless that when we sat down to eat the table would vibrate / when we sat down on bleachers to watch my cousins play sports the bleachers would vibrate.

but i don't think i have adhd, 'cause i do well academically and love reading books, and i don't think i have autism, because i have no sensory issues or communication troubles. maybe i'm just making something out of nothing? sorry, i'd just like your two cents, thank you!

Hi there,

I toe walk while stimming (usually on my tiptoes and spinning counterclockwise). And tie walking does have a relationship with autism. According to the Autism Research Institute:

Idiopathic toe walking (toe walking that persists without a diagnosed neuro-motor or physical dysfunction) is most frequent in children with neuropsychiatric and communication and learning conditions (Sala et al., 1999; Engström and Tedroff, 2018). Studies on the prevalence of idiopathic toe walking did not differentiate between ASD and other neuropsychiatric conditions until recently. However, in 2019 a large-scale review of trends and treatment patterns found that 9% of children with ASD are diagnosed with persistent/idiopathic toe walking compared to less than 0.5% of children without an autism diagnosis (Leyden et al., 2019).

Causes for this increased prevalence of toe walking in individuals on the spectrum are varied and unclear. In some cases, it results from tight heel cords that restrict the range of movement in the ankle (Barrow et al., 2011). Toe walking can also be caused by a dysregulated vestibular or sensory system involving touch, proprioception, and vision. More research is needed to fully understand which tactile/sensory processing differences may cause idiopathic toe walking in children with ASD.

The full article will be linked below if you’d like to read it.

I found something else from the Autism Research Institute:

A dysfunctional vestibular system, a common problem in autism, may be responsible for toe walking. The vestibular system provides the brain with feedback regarding body motion and position. It may be possible to reduce or eliminate toe walking by providing the person with therapeutic vestibular stimulation (e.g., being swung on a glider swing).

Toe walking may be directly or indirectly related to a visual-vestibular problem. I have conducted several research studies with Melvin Kaplan, O.D. at the Center for Visual Management in Tarrytown, New York. While performing these studies, I observed four individuals who were toe walkers. In each case, their toe walking was eliminated within seconds after the child began wearing prism lenses.

The article goes over prism lenses in more detail. I’ll also link to below so you can read it.

I hope these sources help. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

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This blog is an ask blog and awareness blog about the disabilities I suffer from, as well as a place to talk about my own insecurities around them and the struggles I face daily as a physically and mentally disabled person!

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Whats the deal with "t rex arms" now being attributed to ADHD so often lately? I know theres a huge overlap diagnostically but this feels like a newish shift that's just. Talking about gait/posture differences common in autism as if they're automatically also ADHD things? Am I way off base here?