#adhd helpers

[robinsnest2111]

change of plans. just helped my father assemble the new kitchen cabinet and install the oven and microwave instead of eating breakfast 👍

[sonicspocketwrench1]

If there's something you are good at remembering (or something that circumstances will ensure you remember) you can place it with something you need to not forget. I am soooo paranoid about double-checking phonewalletkeys that I never forget them (and in the case of car keys you perhaps literally can't leave without them), so I place my keys with items I don't want to leave without -- on top of a friend's fridge if I've put food there, with boxes that need to go into the car, etc. You could put meds on top of your phone, a sticky note on your glasses (frame) at night so you have a morning reminder, or put a book you need to return on your shoes.

adhd tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? buy it, you need it. doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there.). Other easy protein includes: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style) and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. for example: the only reason i remember to use sunscreen is because i bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so i get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) if there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “i don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many” sounds a little stupid huh? but trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) if you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way i start tasks is just by going “ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) if you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. all this, “put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out. you can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) if you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. doing smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE

12) motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because i remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. it’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? fantastic. you’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? superb. lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. if it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. i put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and i sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. if it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵

[oct0whyllow]

Fact gots. anywayssss YEAH the main four all have ADHD because I said so. :3 and yeahhhh I WILL make this the gayest webcomic ever. and YEAHHHH I WILL BE MAKING THIS WOY ESQUE!!! :33

[forehead451]

things on my mind

tv mount

aimee

job change

election job

lloyds ugly tshirts

nigel label and finding free typefaces

tamara

laptop pirating issues and that frustration

auntie rose

feeling out of it and not sure whether to try out a new prescription

politics and feeling like nothing else is actually important

censoring myself around my closest friends

money

not getting back to my friends, unanswered messages

feeling creatively and sexually frustrated

not pulling my weight at home bc im so jumbled and behind on all my to-do's

[hedwig221b]

Hey wiggly hed, perchance does anyone know of fics where Stiles has sleeping issues? Such as insomnia because we know he does but I'd also love more with him sleepwalking, talking, and just fics where Derek is like struggling to or having to make a point to take precautions so his baby doesn't walk right out the door or he has full on conversations with a babbling asleep Stiles because of course Stiles doesn't even shut up in his sleep.

Hellooo! Tried to feature a few fics for every trope, here's what I got

Say Something

That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.

Step into the daylight (and let it go) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to alleviate the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.

Yes To Heaven

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it. Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts, but within weeks, all of it was gone. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled. What was life before Stiles? Everything was somewhere far, far away, forgotten, bleak, and meaningless. Derek thought he knew what light was as he looked at the microscopic dots of the stars above. Then Stiles came into his life and showed him the sun.

falling for the weirdo by wazzzup

Basically, I felt that Stiles' ADHD was used as a source for jokes and I wanted a fanfic that was a more accurate representation of a neurodivergent person. (written by someone with ADHD as well as a few other disorders) Story: Derek stays with Stiles when the alpha pack is in town to protect the pack human, but also because he thinks Stiles is lying to them about something cause the teen acts super distant around them. Stiles is freaking out because he's going to be living with Derek and be around the man all the time and can't mask his 'weird' behaviors and many disorders that he's managed to keep secret from the pack.

Little Devil Inside by sarahhhelpme

Even now, the Nogitsune feels like a part of him. It left behind something dark and twisted and angry. He is not the same person he was before.

One Hundred Miles an Hour in Reverse by suburbanmotel

Stiles understands that leaving is hard. He understands because Stiles always understands. Leaving is hard, got it. Check. But late at night, alone in the dark in the quiet with the shadows, alone with his thoughts and his shallow, slightly panicked breathing, he also understands that it’s always harder for the people left behind. -- Five years after everything, after everyone is gone, Stiles remains, because someone has to, right? He’s become good at staying, at being ok with staying, because he’s good at what he does and so many people need him here. So, he’s stayed and he does what he’s always done best: he figures things out. He figures things out and he makes lists, lists of spells, lists of magical herbs, lists of people who have left. He also makes lists about himself. Stiles is: the fixer, the writer, the librarian, the keeper of words and memories in Beacon Hills. He’s a healer, a helper and he remembers. He remembers everything.

Sleeping Next To You Is Like Magic by LadyDrace

Stiles and Derek meet the summer before senior year. Stiles can't sleep, Derek helps with that, and there's a lot less cuddling and a lot more emotional crises than you'd think. Or: Stiles' feelings happen so much, and learning how to deal with them takes him a little while. Good thing Derek is happy to wait.

Cosomination by zoemathemata

For Fictional Force/Hoktauri who prompted “pining! Derek/oblivious! Stiles, graduation day” Cosominate - To sleep together in the same bed or similar space. Five Times Derek and Stiles Sleep Together - 4 platonic bed shares and one not-platonic bed share! Features Pining! Derek, Oblivious!Stiles and a very tense moment where Sheriff Stilinski has been hurt! But it all turns out okay.

I won't sleep if you won't sleep by dragon_temeraire

After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

The Taste You Leave Behind in My Mouth by monopolizeme

Derek looks over at Stiles, who hasn't moved from the bottom step. He’s watching Derek and Scott, shadows wane and ugly beneath dull eyes that no longer shine as they used to when looking at Derek - out of irritation or goading or open honesty - and Derek doesn't quite know what to do. Because he almost expected Stiles to be the one up here on the wooden porch with him, maybe punching at his arm and grinning because although they hadn't really spoken about what they were, Derek thought, he thought that out of everyone in Beacon Hills, that Stiles would be the one to show any emotion at having him back.

My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more. “You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?” “It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.” Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes. “I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void. It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

The Price we Pay by Gia279

Twelve years after inadvertently stopping Kate Argent from burning the Hale pack alive, Stiles is sleepwalking again, dragged unwillingly to witness horrible accidents, floods, house fires, and other disasters. He wakes, confused and blindfolded, at the incidents with power rising sharp and exhilarating in his chest, and he doesn't know how to stop it. Is he the one causing these horrible things or is he just there to witness them? Derek has been curious about the magic that saved him and his pack for years, and when Stiles's powers manifest again, he's determined to figure it out. With the whole of Beacon Hills being thrown into chaos and Stiles, apparently, just on the edge of that chaos, Derek finds himself being drawn to fix it all and keep Stiles out of the danger that keeps calling to him.

Between Sleeping and Awake by bloodwrites

Derek witnesses Stiles talking in his sleep, and it gives him the impetus to act on thoughts he's been having for months.

you need to hear it in Latin? by fairydustedtheory

Stiles talks in his sleep and Derek needs to know what he's saying.

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[hubblespacemission]

i've never watched pd but here are my summaries about the characters i know:

william wisp wednesday adams before she transitioned

dakota cole deku but queerer and has adhd. he's red

vyncent sol real life fantasy anime protag. ourple. he was knife once

ashe winters she's a girl, i know this one!!they're lying to you if they say otherwise. based and cool and i like her <3 depressed grunge girl

tide FISH DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!! hamburger helper

mark winters middle aged white man half lizard (i think ☝️) . gay situationship with tide

miss g i'm so glad ms. frizzle could find a different job after she was fired from teaching for taking those kids on too many Danger Field Trips

[pleasehelpimonfire]

Rewatching Venture Bros because I forgot I was doing that (ADHD through the roof)

THE WAY HELPER EMBRACES BROCK IN S3 E12 AFTER HE PUTS DOWN THE WRENCH

HELLLLPPP

(found gif of itttt)

HELLLPP

AND THEN BROCKS FACE GOES SOFT WHEN HE TALKS TO HELPER

HELPER HELPPPL

[capseycartwright]

simply having a wonderful christmastime (maybe)

Eddie's family were about to arrive for the first Christmas they were hosting in LA as as couple, and, well, Buck felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack so great it would be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the destruction it was liable to cause.

or - the buckley-diazes are hosting christmas for the first time, and buck is freaking out, a little. he has a good reason, he swears.

ao3 link

for @winterofbuddie week two - family function.

Evan Buckley was not normally a nervous man. Okay – that was a blatant lie. He had his own fair share of anxieties – and Chimney would be the first to argue that Buck could be a bit of a nervous wreck – but Buck had never felt so nervous about meeting a partner’s family before. Especially a partner whose family he’d already met.

It was just that –

Well, he and Eddie hadn’t been together, when Buck had met Eddie’s parents, and his sisters, and it made a difference, whether you were just the regular old best friend and work colleague, or the romantic life partner. It was hard enough to impress the parents of the person you were dating on a good day, he was pretty sure Eddie’s parents were going to hate him when they found out that –

“I can hear you thinking,” Eddie hummed, careful hands placing the cookies Buck had cut out onto the baking sheet. Eddie wasn’t much of a baker, in all honesty, but he was a good helper, always hovering around the kitchen when Buck was baking to lend a hand, washing bowls, and spoons, and keeping a careful eye on the oven timer. Buck wasn’t good at keeping an eye on the oven timer. It was mostly the ADHD, but also partially the fact that Eddie would kiss him oh-so sweetly in the time the baked goods were in the oven, and Buck would lose track of time. 

“No, you can’t,” Buck bit back, petulant. 

Eddie didn’t seem phased. “I can,” he slid the baking sheet into the oven, pausing for a second to set a second timer on his phone. Eddie was a perfectionist about timing. “I speak fluent Evan Buckley, remember? I can just sense that your brain is working overtime right now.” 

“How can you possibly tell that?” Buck huffed, letting the spoon fall against the bowl he was furiously mixing with an almighty thwack. It was silly, really, to argue the point with Eddie, because of course no one in the entire world knew him the way Eddie did – Eddie knew everything about Buck, knew what every frown and hitch in his breath meant. But Buck was feeling grumpy, and stressed, and so he was going to argue the point. 

“You get a line, here, when you’re stressed,” Eddie pressed a thumb to the space between Buck’s eyebrows, making Buck go cross-eyed, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he did so. “I can see it from miles away.”

“You’re so mean to me, and no one ever believes it,” Buck grumbled. Eddie was right. He did get a line. He was not, however, going to admit that Eddie was right. 

“Baby,” Eddie chided, and he was a bastard, truly, because nothing got Buck to melt faster than a sweet petname. Eddie knew what he was doing. He was an awful, clever, wonderful man. “Talk to me. What’s got you so stressed? It’s Christmas – you love Christmas!”

“I do love Christmas,” Buck admitted, because he really did. Even as a kid, when Christmas was a stiff, stilted affair, he loved the idea of it – Buck would curl up in bed, night after night, and watch every Christmas movie he could find on the TV his parents had allowed in his bedroom (not out of any great love, he was sure – it was to get Buck out from under their feet) and he’d dream of the life he might have one day, a Christmas tree dressed in sentimental ornaments, hot chocolate by an open fire, and a family of his own.

The Christmas tree in the Diaz-Buckley household was entirely dressed in sentimental ornaments, ones Christopher had made as a child that he was embarrassed of now, at fifteen; trinkets Buck had picked up over his years of travel; and ones they had bought this year, Buck and Eddie hand-in-hand as they browsed craft markets and Christmas stores in LA, adding to their already outrageous collection of Christmas decorations. Combining their Christmas decorations after Buck had moved in had been even more stressful than combining their closets. 

They lived in LA, so the open fire and hot chocolate thing was sort of a dead dream, but Buck did like to indulge in a hot chocolate – the good stuff, from that hipster chocolatier that Hen had given him as part of his Secret Santa gift – and he’d indulge himself even more, sometimes, and put on that Netflix show that’s just a fireplace on a loop, and just sit and watch it while he listened to cheesy Christmas jazz music on the record player Eddie pretended he hated, but was most likely to buy new vinyl for, and so that dream was ticked off. 

Buck had a family of his own. He had the 118, and their families, and a whole misshapen group of people in LA who loved him dearly, and he had Eddie, and Christopher. Eddie being away in El Paso had been hard, and last Christmas, Buck had moped on Maddie’s couch, and then he’d arguably gone a bit off the rails, in the weeks and months that came after, until Eddie had come home in the spring, Christopher in tow, and balance had been restored to the universe, and Buck had gotten himself very much back on the rails. 

It had taken them a while to get together, even then, but Buck didn’t mind that it had taken an extra few months and a lot of long conversations before Buck had kissed Eddie square on the mouth and they hadn’t looked back – not for a second – because they had been ready for it, when it finally happened, and it had been so fucking easy it still astounded Buck to this day. 

That was seven months ago, and Buck was so in love with Eddie he felt like he could burst with it at any moment. 

It was perfect.

Except – they were hosting Eddie’s family for Christmas (“I’m never spending Christmas in Texas again,” Eddie had grimaced, jaw set in a hard line, Buck remembering the teary phone call he’d gotten from his best friend after a long, hard Christmas Day with Christopher still barely speaking to him. “And anyway – it’s a good chance for them to meet you properly, as my boyfriend.”) and Buck felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack so great it would be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the destruction it was liable to cause. 

He was doing great, thanks for asking. 

“Buck?” Eddie’s brow was furrowed, concern etched into every line of his face as he looked at Buck, waiting for an answer. That’s when Buck realised that he had been uncharacteristically silent, entirely lost in thought. 

“I love Christmas,” Buck repeated. “I’m so excited to spend our first Christmas together – but I am kind of freaking out about your family coming, Eddie. Why am I freaking out more than you are? You seem terrifyingly calm.” 

Eddie snorted. “Buck, I already came out to my strict Catholic parents as gay – and they didn’t disown me. I’m not sure hosting Christmas is going to be scarier than that was. I sweated through my shirt that day, so I’m feeling like the only way is up, here.”

Buck suddenly felt incredibly sweaty himself. Maybe he should change. 

“Buck – the house is perfect. You’ve cleaned it so much this week I think you’ve scrubbed through layers of paint. The decorations are lovely, and the house is going to smell like freshly baked cookies when my family arrive,” Eddie listed. “There’s presents under the tree, and you’ve got a plan for cooking tomorrow so meticulous that I think Gordon Ramsey would be proud. Why are you so nervous?”

Because.

Because Buck wanted Eddie’s aforementioned strict Catholic parents to like him – and not like him as the best friend he’d been to Eddie for seven years now, but as Eddie’s partner, the person Eddie loved. He wanted Eddie’s sisters to like him and see that he’s the right person for Eddie to spend his life with. 

Because, because, because.

Because Buck loved Eddie, more than anything in the world, and he wanted Eddie’s family to see that.

read the rest on ao3

[paradoxo8y]

AFK Jorney Headcanons

Merlin

The amnesia made their personality return to basic

Maybe adhd, starts a mission, forget about it, ends up with 3 half made quests

Hyperfocus on magic

Genderfluid, "Are you a boy or a girl?" - "I can conjure hamsters :D"

Merlin's favorite animal are hamsters, that's why they are their familiars

Completely oblivious to people flirting with them

Someone would need to kiss them and say "I love you" in their face for them to get it

Merlin's true appearance looks like a graveborn (based on @miss-anachronism graveborn Merlin post)

Before amnesia was less friendly and more strict with people

Used to be afraid of making friends and losing them to time

After, they forgot about the immortality and become less afraid

And the trophy of worst liar goes to...

Mirael

Loses control of hers pyromancy when under strong emotions

Still buries the objects she has incinerated, mostly hats

Had a crush on Merlin when she was a student, is not over it

More than once people have asked if she dyes her hair, "the answer is no, please stop asking"

In the depression stage of grief, even though Merlin isn't dead

Valen

Sees general Hogan as a father figure, he will not admit

His scar was from an accident when he was still a cadet, he slipped trying to catch a thief and fell face first

Will tell a different fight story to justify the scar

Everyone has a crush on him

He, Lorsan, Chippy, Hammy and Cassadee bet on who will conquer Merlin first

Valen and Hammie bet on general, Lorsan and Cassadee on Mirael, Chippy is winning with "Magister Merlin will help everyone in need"

General Hogan

Sees Valen as a son, will not tell him

Is in the acceptance phase after Merlin's amnesia

Meet Merlin when he was a cadet and they were investigating some mages on the region

Dolly

The only one that know how to do taxes

Lyca and Lorsan

They have the bunny equivalent to zoomies

Both also flop when relaxed

Cecia

She's dissabled, she can walk short distancies but need the plant chair to locomove for long periods

Her servent is like one of those helper dogs that fetch pens and closes doors

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(Most of those were inspired by my impressions and ideas while playing the game, if you disagree be nice and leave your headcanons here, I would love to read and this fandom needs to be bigger <3)

(Sorry about the image quality, it's a picture os my computer screen, also, english not my first language, so let's hope it's readable)

[pagan-stitches]

A new diagnosis, self help, and ritual cleansing

Recently organized and ritually cleansed bookshelves.

I was recently diagnosed with ADHD. Which was a huge eye opener for me. A lot of behaviors which I had for years negatively labeled, and not really understood, really affected my self esteem.

Realizing that my brain isn’t neurotypical and researching ways to adapt my focus, and just basically help myself function like everyone else, has been resulting in some big changes over the last couple of weeks.

One of the biggest helpers for me has been utilizing a “to do” app and calendar. I’ve programmed it to remind me throughout the day to do very basic tasks (it’s really embarrassing how basic some of these tasks are) and do things like text my mom and sister once a day, so a month doesn’t go by when they haven’t heard from me and start to assume I’m spiraling again. One of the worse things about ADHD has been the toll it has taken on my personal relationships because of the lack of appropriate prioritization on my part.

Which leads into what any of that has to do with this blog. 😊

With the end of my February Holy Week I’ve been going into a big ritual/folk magic cleansing of the household (which in itself will be spiritual cleansing of my psyche) leading into my devotional new year at the spring equinox.

During this time period I plan on researching and utilizing traditional folk cleansing rituals. So far I’ve sprinkled a lot of hátová salt and water.

Organized sewing boxes

If you saw my post last week about organizing my sewing boxes you might recognize the beginning of this project. I cannot and will not put up “before” pictures (I have carefully curated my blog photos over the years to not show physical evidence of the disaster that is my life).

Organized makeup, cleansers and creams, and jewelry.

Earlier this week I started with the bathroom, the smallest room in the house, untangling messes in drawers, jewelry boxes and cabinets. Yesterday I continued with the bookshelf in my bedroom. I discarded books that hadn’t been touched in years and whittled my collection down to what I consider necessary reference material for my folk practice. I interspersed baskets which will hold seasonal altar items.

I’m really excited about this massive ritual and feeling the most positive I have in over a year. Part of my hope with this cleansing ritual is that it will kickstart other necessary changes in my life.

Do any of you have go to folk cleansing rituals? I’d love to hear from you.

[roxy4life2]

Hey guys I just want it to say this today.

My mom had told me a day ago, my father, who I thought was my father (the guy in jail) , isn't my father.... Rather ago my mom knew her whole childhood, he saw a family photo of me on my mom's Facebook circled it and said to my mom "You can't tell me that's not my kid, is that my kid? ", but my mom and him are taking a DNA test to see if he is my dad's, my mom also said it explains where I got my autism and ADHD from... Since my " dad" in jail, doesn't have autism... But this is very shocking to me... I didn't expect to hear that... I just wanted to get my eye drops in and next thing you know I find my dad isn't even my dad... I do have 3 siblings on my real real dads side... One 21,other 15 and one 7 month old baby...

This has taken a toll on me and has been stressing me out a bit, so i just wanted to tell you guys this...

@agentgeek @l0cal-dumb4ss @autonomous-helper @gloriousowl2 @bendy-the-dancing-demon

[transhater-bah]

new file found . [ frag : 004 ]

names : Chance , Gambit , Ace , Spade , Flip , Jack , Mirage , Bluff , Vanta age : perma21 , isoage gender : gendernull , bxy , pancardgender prns : he / him , they / them attraction : caedsexual , pan- , ambiamorous srce : roblox game : forsaken species : robloxian roles : audeomate , decision helper

cisID : male , gambler , gambling addict , medicated , adhd transID : permadrunk , permanight , permamedsick , nonix , nullfuture , nulltime , genderfluid

paras / kinks / etc. : homophilia , masochist

sign-offs / emojis : 🎲 , ♠️ , ♦️ , ♣️ , ♥️ , 🎰

info about this file : Chance is very trusting and gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. He loves letting things happen. He uses humor to handle tough times but finds it hard to talk about his own struggles. Despite his risky habits, he believes everyone deserves a second chance. He's in constant denial about everything relating to himself.

[adddddiiii]

Grayson Hawthorne x ADHD!reader Headcanons #2

Context: He introduces you to his family

He knew all hell would break loose when you met Xander

Like when you and Xander were in the same room it was like two rogue chimps on caffeine. Poor Gray was frightened 😔

You and Jameson would film the weirdest tiktoks known to man and you'd end up convincing a very reluctant Grayson to join

When you're burntout, Grayson and Nash would just sit with you until you felt better

Oren would warm up to you pretty quickly

When Gray finally introduced you to Skye, she did not like that you were dating her son

But you didn't like her either so

Rebecca was a bit overwhelmed when she met you because of your hyperactive demeanor but eventually started enjoying your presence

You never truly enjoyed dinners at Hawthorne House

The place was far too much like a maze and a little too loud for your liking

Not to mention the amount of chefs and helpers buzzing around

Grayson would always gently hold your hand under the table

He knew that although you did love most of his family, you needed your own space in which you felt comfortable

So he'd rent an apartment for you two

Now for every holiday or special occasion, Grayson's brothers would come over to your place and have dinner

Oh and how you loved it all

pt. 1 | pt. 3

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　 　　　　　　　　♡ 　　. 　　CAMELLYA 　 　　 TRANSiD MEDiAN SYS — IT/BLOOM 　 　　A COiNER THAT SPECiALiZES iN MUDS + MUS' AND 　 　　XENOMALADiES 　 　　(i COiN OTHER THiNGS TOO THOUGH) 　 　　FUTURE GOALS (?): 　 　　Make a web archive of all my MUD+ terms 　 　　Make a web archive of all MUD+ terms (or be a helper of 　 　　one)

ʚ　　iDENTiTiES (dis)ability + MUD related ones for now not everything is here (yet) 　CAD, LLD, ASPD, HPD, AVPD, NPD, SZPD, STPD, BPD, DID, NARCOLEPTIC, DEAF + BLIND, PP, DPDR, SCHIZOPHRENIC / PSYCHOSIS, EPILEPTIC, APD, HEARING IMPAIRED, AMNESIA, MADD, COTARDS, PARASOCIAL, SCHIZOAFFECTIVE, ACHROMA, (PARTIAL) HETEROCHROMIA, CYCLOTHYMIA, ECHOLALIA, BIPOLAR, MUTE, HALLUCINATIONS + DELUSIONS, AIWS, OSDD, HALF-BLIND, PYROMANIC, EROTOMANIC, DCS, FPD, HC-DID, STOCKHOLM, HPT, LIMA, DYSLEXIA, DYSCALCULIA, COLORBLIND, SZA-D, WHEELCHAIR USER, TICS/TOURETTES, DISSOCIATION, OCD, VSS, SAD, INSOMNIA, DEPRESSED, ADHD, AUTISM, LOW EMPATHY, GAD, DERMATOPHAGIA, KERATOSIS PILARIS, ONYCHOPHAGIA, ANEMIA, MGD, ALEXITHYMIA, (C-)PTSD, SELECTIVE MUTISM, RSD, MDD, BFRB, DCD / DYSPRAXIA, COMPULSIVE LIAR, DYSPHASIA, DYSGRAPHIA, BIID, DERMATILLOMANIA, HYPOMANIA, SPD, HYPERSEXUAL, ALBINO, CPED, PFD, TVS, CDCD, MALENTROPY LOSS SYNDROME, ECHO SYNDROME, NVFPV, RRD, PFS, VISUAL HSPD, TSD, DEAD, MRD, ABYSS-CS, XENMUD, TPDS, CAID, FIMIPHAGY, MYSTIKPHAGY, MDED, ASPE, ASE, IBPD, FCRD, A-SPECD, CPMD, IS-IT, ESURIENS SYNDROME, PSFAD, OFSAESD, FANTASYCHOSIS, IEID, SED, CDD, L-HD, SPREECOINER, ULD, IAD, DDAD, IEPD, O-RSD, AAD, ENORDISORDER SCHIZOPHRENIA, ATYPICAL AMNESIA, EAD, IDSD, FVD, ROcD, SOCIOPATH, PANDAS, EDS, CAPGRAS SYNDROME, CONJOINED TWIN, DISABLESSED, IBPD, INTERNAL FIXATIONS, BONE CANCER, MORGELLONS DISEASE, EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMAL OWNER, AAC USER, INTELLECTUALLY DISABLED, PICA, MUNCHAUSEN BY PROXY, LEUKAEMIA

[queenofviolenceandnerds]

~~Dick Grayson headcannons~~

•about 6’2-6’3 in height

•he’s shorter than Jason and Bruce

•adhd personified

•dyslexic

•the bluest freaking eyes ever

•his mother is Latina and his father is Romanian, so he speaks both Romanian and Spanish

•was raised to believe in God, never specified which religion, he was taught both Christianity and Catholicism

•sunshine boy

•the mother of every friend group

•he’s forever banned from the kitchen due to the pie incident (ask Alfred)

•can’t sit still for nothing

•this mf has no spine. He can bend any way and can do any sort of gymnastics

•more on the lean side than muscular

•he learned Arabic for Damian to make him feel more welcome

•wears his heart on his sleeve

•theater kid 100% he’s the most dramatic human ever

•loves animals

•absolutely terrified of spiders

•he screams then has someone else come kill it

•banned from drinking energy drinks/coffee bc the last thing he needs is to be more hyper

•the homework helper

•refers to anyone younger than him as a kid

•calls the others children

•dad jokes everywhere

•screams when he doesn’t win dress to impress

•gets noise complains all the time

•has been duct taped to the ceiling (*cough* Jason *cough*)

•Disney princess

•sings in the shower (more like screams)

•Damian’s new mother

•pop culture reference king

•loves Sabrina carpenter and Olivia Rodrigo

•dresses up for every holiday

•ABBA’s #1 fan

•forever hanging upside down from the chandelier (Alfred makes him dust while he’s up there)

•very expressive person

•strawberry cheesecake is his favorite desert

•makes friendship bracelets for the batfam (they don’t wear them but cherish them, don’t let dick know)

•titanic is his favorite movie, always cries during it

•everyone’s therapist

•the entire league can come to him with anything and he’ll be there with a box of tissues and chocolates

•stocks up on period supplies for the girls

•loves the Barbie movie

•wears pick bunny slippers around the manor

•snatched waist

•he’s a very pretty man

•indirectly cusses (ex: son of a biscuit, for shreks sake, you’re such a lint licker)

•always smiling

•looks like a cinnamon roll but can kill yoy but won’t because he’s too much of a cinnamon roll

•reads diary of a wimpy kid

•collects squish mellows

Lmk if I missed anything

[mrmistakemakeroywg]

how i see "The helper" episode . (i have diagnosed adhd and autism fyi: everyone is different so take what i say with that context <3 not all autistic people are like me so please understand this is more based on my experience personally)

Really weird post i know but hear me out. When i watch "The helper " i immediatly think about having meltdowns as a little kid or just any age in general wether online or irl.

^ Like if you`re looking at it like i am, you can understand why id say it feels like hes having a meltdown / breakdown because something that makes sense to him most of the time, now makes no sense at all to him / freaks him out |

| (Being unable to help people because they do not need his help which he is not used to , thus making him react way worse then most people would sense it is something very special to him Like how people will have specific special intrests or hyperfixations etc) personally i freak out and get meltdowns when my pc is broken or needs fixed and i cannot draw whatsoever for long peroids of time. )

and how you / i would immediatly feel ashamed , nervous and guilty afterwards , or just generally exhausted or depending on the person feel like a burden on the people around you.

(also for this next part yes i know this is implied to be sylvia`s idea but it still makes me wanna tear up because it hits home way too hard) and other people will immediatly treat you as a "trouble maker" that has to be dealt with , punished or pushed aside even tho its something you cant help and sometimes cant even understand .

the dialogue espeically is a gut punch for me.

"ohh.. So this is the guy you want out of town "

" i get it " he`s hurt , and ashamed of himself. and its probably a stretch but i feel like this has happened before because of how he says " i get it . " then he tries to turn it into a positive as per usual to his character writing , thats how much he loves helping people.

its his special intrest / hyperfixation <3333 so of course he can try to turn it into something fun . and the rest of the episode goes on as he Does what they asked him to. and they immediately reward him for throwing himself out of their way .

(this genuinely makes me so mad i`m sorry fuck those towns people man you could`ve just talked to him instead GRAHHHH) and how he gets super happy after FINALLY pleasing them.

hes so silly :33

also this last bit makes me angry a little

"son"

"thanks" ( im going to eat your soul stfu /halfjoke )

"happy i could help!! "

"that makes two of us " (BONUS) ALSO I WANT TO MENTION the scene where he tries to " stop " lord hater. I feel like this is him being pushed to his absolute limit to a point he tried to do something very out of character just for the comfort and relief of "doing something good" like hes reverting to the basics of "being a good guy " just to get that comfort of helping someone again.

it reminds me of that Version of himself in "the wanders" where the piece of himself that holds his trauma / what made him want to help everyone is still not inside of him yet, and he goes on a rant about how he is going to stop lord hater

"wander are you okay ?? " "im MORE then okay "

"IMMMM PERFECT !"

"Now come trusty steed , its time to stop that HEARTLESS evil doer LORD HATER ONCE AND FOR ALL !! "

"wait what-" "stop ?"

"YES! i am a good guy , and he is a bad guy. " "AND I STOP HIM ! "

------------------- HELPPPPP.... seriously tho sorry for the long rant about this episode but it genuinely hit home so hard that i have cried multipule times unironicly because of it. Reminder that im veiwing this through my own experience of growing up on the spectrum (adhd + autism specifically) not everyone on the spectrum will be the same as me when it comes to this episode. I had to get this out of my system because it was eating at my brain sorry yall 💔💔💔

if i made any typos or worded anything weird its becuase its harder for me to write long posts plus as of writing its 01:17 on my computor clock.