#but she was a specialist

[taibhsearachd]

#i do actually think i have adhd but i dont even kbow how i would proceed to be officially diagnosed here #esp being an almost 30 year old Yo I literally just rolled up to my PCP like "Hey, I think I might have ADHD, here are the reasons." Definitely helps if you have documentation from when you were a child, which I didn't at the time (I SURE DO NOW, but it turned out not to be necessary), but if you get the right doctor... sometimes they'll just fucking listen to you? When you talk? And believe you about your experiences? And that's incredible. I still have to call into the office every goddamn time I need a refill for my Adderall, which is bullshit, bc ADHD people are well known for planning ahead and keeping to a schedule, but. It's an improvement, you know.

...ngl, the fact that ADD and ADHD got condensed into ADHD when the hyperactivity specifically is part of the reason so many girls were simply not diagnosed drives me up the wall.

It's not that the whole name isn't bullshit, because it is. It describes the way people outside of our experience perceive us, as opposed to the difficulties that are part of our lived experience. Even from an outside standpoint, it's recognizable that "deficit" is not always the issue with our attention... but that's beside the point.

When psychiatrists noticed that ADD and ADHD were basically the same thing... they chose to favor the typical male presentation in the literal naming of the condition, and in doing so condemned a generation of girls (and other afab people) to suffer through being told they're so smart, they just don't apply themselves enough, that it's a personal failing they can't regularly turn in homework, that they're lazy for waiting until the last minute to work on an assignment... because those girls weren't hyperactive. Those girls just kind of drifted off and daydreamed in classes. Those girls doodled or wrote stories all through their school years, and functioned measurably worse when a teacher noticed they were doing that and tried to stop them. Those girls are now so many of my adult friends who are now being diagnosed with ADHD as adults, because the hyperactive part of the diagnosis almost solely applies to children (CHILDREN, when, I might note, this is a lifelong condition) who are socialized male.

We need a whole other name for the condition, because attention deficit is not our problem at all. But my god, the hyperactivity part actually ruined my life for so many years, because I had no way to explain to my dad why it physically hurt me to be bored, why I had to read or write or doodle in class in order to keep my focus, why I excelled in tests but failed at homework so my grades sucked because of that. No one even considered I might have ADHD, all through my childhood, but earlier this year I had the opportunity to go through all my grade school reports, and they could not be MORE CLEARLY talking about a child with ADHD. "Pleasure to have in class", "assignments not complete", "does not pay attention in class", "Birdie is a highly intelligent child with specific and unique needs" (I would LOVE more follow-up on that one, from third grade, do not have it). But I was a quiet and reserved child, so obviously I couldn't have ADHD.

I'm legitimately angry about it in retrospect. I went off my Adderall for a couple months recently, as an adult who only started taking Adderall as an adult, and it completely fucked up my ability to function. For years I was just out there as a teenager struggling through high school and college entirely unmedicated because as a child I was too withdrawn to be diagnosed. Fucking wild and also infuriating.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 352

“Mother, I crave violence,” a small child interrupts the video call, practically clambering up into Nightingale’s chair. They look around five or so, with white hair and red eyes. Albino perhaps? 

“Ah, apologies, let me take care of this real quick,” Nightingale turns the microphone off when he gets a few acknowledging noises, picking the small child up and moving them from the room. 

“Cute kid,” Barry acknowledged from behind his coworker’s head, having been helping move things. Actually, the kid looked kind of familiar, though from where, who knew. Hard to remember everything with how fast his thoughts usually went. “I didn’t know Nightingale was a father…” 

Then again the specialist was notoriously private, and set most meetings online thanks to some sort of medical conditions. So he supposed it would make it easier to be a stay at home dad if he was there already…

[chrysopoeias]

what if Roy gets appointed high general or fuhrer, and gets appointed more bodyguards. Now Hawkeye has to deal with these new assholes who take up the generals time/space/attention and get on her nerves while they just don’t understand Mustang like she does. Gritting her teeth trying to stay professional for the sake of his safety

[ramblerogue]

hi have i ever told y'all about my undying love for daiba nana

[beaft]

multiple people came by my stall yesterday at the art market and told me i was lowballing myself and i should be charging way more, and i'm like, on the one hand Thank You and you're probably right, charging £15 for a sculpture or painting is ridiculous when you factor in the costs of materials and how long it took to make. but on the other hand this art fair is mostly populated by gay twentysomethings who would not spend £100 on an original painting even if they had it to spend

[eviebofficial]

Specialist Agent M I love you. I love you Specialist Agent M. I love your freckles and your stupid hair and your goth/grunge fashion sense and that fucking crystal you wear and your horrible sense of humor. Specialist Agent M I love you and your obsession with peace and quiet and chilling out and being alone and staring off into the woods. Specialist Agent M I love the way you brood. Specialist Agent M I love the way you are horny on main in front of everyone. I love you Specialist Agent M

[hotwaterandmilk]

Without going into detail I had a medical emergency earlier this week that saw me wind up in hospital for a brief stint. I'm OK, I've got another lifelong condition to manage but it's mainly pain-related and that means it's management through outpatient neurology for me.

TL;DR it sucks, but it won't kill me so I don't want to dwell on it.

I just want to shout out to my beautiful cat who slept beside me for twelve hours straight after I got home and was nice to the paramedics when they were doing their job. She makes even the worst situations bearable. Love her, here's an artist's impression I commissioned:

While I still have a lot of plans for working on my Wedding Peach site, this new complication may slow me down a bit. I'll keep on keeping on though, you know me. Thanks for your patience.

[anghraine]

You'd think the worst part of being immunocompromised would be catching All The Things, but honestly, the actual worst part is not being able to visit very sick loved ones because they're afraid of you catching the sickness :(

[theatre-apocalypse]

Some of my favorite parallels in NPMD

[yashley]

the legend of vox machina | the hope devourer: vex'ahlia vs. umbrasyl

[podkopayayva]

am i dumb or is it literally appalling that not a single senior has attempted to separate themselves from the absolutely massive pool of middling US all arounders by heavily specializing in an event? a single knockout bars/beam specialist - hell, even a bars OR beam specialist - could lock their spot on the team just by virtue of being the only non-simone athlete that could seriously contend for an event gold medal. it's almost like nobody is thinking about any sort of strategy? there's not an ounce of higher level thinking going into anybody's gymnastics? it just feels like a "score as many points as possible by producing generic, solid routines on every single event that fail to make a case for how you differ from any other single gymnast doing the exact same thing" fest. like what the hell is up with that? i've never been so bored in my life by this year's crop of gymnasts and it pisses me off that they dedicate their entire lives to this sport and don't even attempt to view it from any sort of strategic level

[qu4kerider]

I'll always need more fanfics that connects rivusa and silrah

[pearl-dragon-cavern]

Tenten is so...

💕~Babygirl~💕

[askfullmetalpanic]

I read some spoilers and apparently those two had a wild passionate night, wifey was in pain in the morning😆 Sousuke is a specialist!

「素人？素人ではない。スペシャリストだ」

[boneles-ss]

I loved the ending of the silt verses for so many reasons: because I’m a sucker for the smoking Chekov’s gun, a thematically rich tragedy, and the sickly sweet stench of a narrative that is ultimately and above all else, hopeful.

We were shown the dangers of hope, in the (in retrospect) most seemingly “out of place” episode in the entire series—the hope motel one with the doomed gay people. It was an amazing episode, do not get me wrong, but listening to it for me was like “okay, so based on this, when is hope going to, once again, bite us in the ass. Or literally bite us idk we had somewhat similar foreshadowing used with the sleep god thing from season 1.”

And of course it would be the finale. Of course it would be reading through the transcript, knowing that there’s a shadow of a chance that Carpenter lived to do all the things she was so ready to do, that she wasn’t giving up, or that she died in the water, on her feet, brought to a prophesied end in the god who could not seem to let her go, but that ultimately, she did NOT GO WILLINGLY.

Of course it would be the unknown of Paige and her caravan, trekking through the polluted lands in search of something kinder, something new, knowing that Paige would leave them behind one day—but that day is not today—and she would see them on. It’s hoping beyond hope that they all escape, that they can make something better out there, and that there are ways for people to follow out of this old world, if they choose to read the signs.

That’s what I think that episode was “for.” Obviously episodes like that don’t NEED to tie into the plot directly, and they’re sometimes narratively more satisfying if they’re left self-contained (the power plant ep was also brilliant in a very similar way (and I’m realizing now that that ep also mirrors Paige’s journey….that should be it’s own post)), but its about the theming, the framing of the tragedy, and the foreshadowing of it all. The motel was tragic and awful because it toyed with our hope—rending it functionally untrustworthy. But we choose to hope anyway (I’ve seen the polls lmao) and we make a good story on our own, in our own minds, out of that ambiguity. The ending to me is so good because WE can choose how it ends. We are given that agency, and I think it’s so satisfying either way! We KNOW the god in the motel was fucking with our hope and eating those who dared to try and we still said BUT WHAT IF-

so what’s the harm in hoping for the best for those whose stories continue after we stop consuming them? Hhhhhh this show and this ending are going to stick with me forever

[brella-boi]

Yo! Been a fan with this blog for quite a while, and just had the thought... Does Julie still have that little lisp? Speech impediment?? Im not too sure, but where her s sounds sound like "sh"? Lol, sorry if that's drawn out

course :)