#your honor i have unmedicated adhd

[art-from-the-juice-box]

hiiii heres my qsmp stuff from my ipad :) its all really old now i don’t have anything during or purgatory since during is in my sketchbook and after that charlie only streamed like one more time before the server imploded and id moved interests in like october

they’re in chronological order from oldest at the top to newest at the bottom- and the tallulah and chayanne designs are so old that if i redrew them now they would look completely different lmao. (they’re also so old that i spelled tallulah’s name wrong lol) those are from before we knew all that much about them (at least for tallulah, i think for chayanne i just hadn’t watched enough streams) but the canvas next to it that didn’t pass the cringe test does have chayannes skull mask so i fixed that part RIGHT after that drawing lmao. the election doodles are from during the winner announcement stream and the charlie glitches are from the evening that stream dropped i watched his pov live and then watched cellbit and phil’s perspective afterwards while doodling it :) watched a lot of tubbo for a bit since he was always live when i was up and before anyone else went live so there’s frubbo as well :]

[novadreii]

i can hardly put into words how grateful i am to have regained the use of my brain in the past 6 months or so. before that, i struggled with terrible brain fog that persisted for years, making me feel i had a fishbowl popped on top of my head 24/7. i spent what limited brainpower i had trying to root out a cause from my diet. but it turns out that the culprit was a lethal combination of unhealed childhood trauma, as well as the stress and chronic insomnia from being in a relationship with a neglectful and inconsistent partner.

did you know that stress and trauma physically shrink your hippocampus (responsible for learning, memory) and increase the size of your amygdala (responsible for survival and fear responses)? my hippocampus must have been the size of a fucking pea, and my amygdala a baseball. i was basically a feral cat.

since quite literally fleeing that situation, i've been militant about therapy and taking care of myself: exercise, eating right, 8 hours of sleep per night without exception, and keeping my stress low. contrary to all the advice i've ever received before my current therapist, aside from occasional socializing with my extremely small circle of family and friends (whom i love dearly and who've all really rallied to support me through the shitstorm my life was earlier this year), i've fully indulged my love of solitude and being a homebody.

that, instead of shaming myself and pushing myself to be social when i don't feel like it, which is often. my mother used to do that plenty when i was a kid, because as a giant extrovert herself, it pained and disappointed her greatly to have a daughter who preferred to read in her room all day. i've finally learned how to decouple my inner voice from hers and it has brought me the freedom to just...be who i am.

throughout all this i started noticing that i'd wake up with a clear brain, once in a while. it'd come and go at first, but now, as long as i keep to the regimen of caring for myself like i am my first priority, a concept apparently completely foreign to me up until recently, the clarity is here most days. i'll have an occasionally foggy day, but it's usually easy to trace the cause to shit sleep or food.

the ability to not feel like i'm existing behind 2 inches of foggy glass day in and day out is everything to me. to understand people as they're talking to me. to not have to read a sentence 10 times over to glean its meaning. to enjoy learning again. this used to bring me so much pain and sadness, feeling like i'd lost the use of what i consider to be my greatest asset, feeling like i'm stupid when i know i'm not. i have a bachelor's degree in business with straight As to prove it!

having to go through it and knowing that certain people in my life were not taking me seriously and thinking that i was just being lazy and unambitious. it made me want to fucking scream. but i never lost hope that just like most problems, there was a solution. i was just not seeing it. i needed a different perspective.

i'm currently taking an online chemistry class just for fun. next up is going to be "astronomy: exploring time and space", then probably a cyber security intro class and some data science classes to refresh what i learned in university. i'm having fun learning again!!!! i am quite literally crying writing this, because while i always remained hopeful, there was a small part of me that was scared that this would just be my life from now on. i'm so fucking grateful.

[mars-ipan]

HEY FOLKS!

sooooo. remember when i was posting about being up way too late for a powerpoint thing i was doing with friends? yeah i'm posting that final powerpoint now.

allow me to introduce you all to...

THE KOMAHINA BIBLE

(aka a demonstration in unmedicated ADHD)

120 slides. 163 MB. somewhere between 14 and 22 hours of work. sleep deprivation. influence from @anonzentimes , respected komahina scholar. this bad baby has it all this is a powerpoint presentation summarizing and analyzing just about everything you need to know about komahina in sdr2 (and a bit from adjacent media as well). we go in-depth and we prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that komahina real and love wins (loses?)

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MAJOR END-GAME SPOILERS FOR SDR2 (AS WELL AS DR1). IF YOU WISH TO REMAIN SPOILER-FREE (OR YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO KEEP SPOILER FREE (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)) THEN DO NOT VIEW THIS POWERPOINT PRESENTATION UNTIL YOU KNOW. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU HAVING BEEN SPOILED

ok cool! some other things to keep in mind under the cut:

THIS IS LIGHTHEARTED THIS IS LIGHTHEARTED THIS IS LIGHTHEARTED. IF YOU DO NOT SHIP KOMAHINA THAT'S LITERALLY SO FINE I KNOW THERE IS KOMAEDA SEXUALITY DISCOURSE GOING ON RN FOR SOME GODFORSAKEN REASON KNOW THAT I DO NOT THINK EVERYONE HAS TO SHIP KOMAHINA PLEASE I'M LITERALLY A MULTISHIPPER PLEASE. PLEASE DO NOT CRUCIFY ME FOR FUNNY YAOI POWERPOINT

i made this powerpoint in two sittings across 2 days, each sitting about 8-12 hours long

i got about 7 total hours of sleep in that time. not for each day- total. i was mad scientist delirious by the end of this

originally, i wanted to include far more- i wanted to analyze other media in depth (like the stageplays, the drama CD, komaeda's official songs, and even official art and materials) but i did not have the time for it. maybe i will make a new testament powerpoint detailing these as well as fandom analysis but that is not currently in the works

this is a presentation! as such the intended way to consume it is As A Presentation! unfortunately i am not someone who records videos so i cannot present it to you. if you would like to present it to you feel free. if you would like to present it to your friends feel free. if you would like to present it to the internet i'm honored but would like for you to talk to me about it first. cool

the original target audience for this was my friends and not all of them are anime people so. i am using the more english-friendly terms (as well as first names). i don't think this will bug any of you but i'm making it clear anyways

all art included in the presentation is credited with a caption linking back directly to the original artist's account. if you see your art in here and you do not want your art in here: let me know! i will take it down immediately and without question.

i may have missed some details/glossed over some things! if you think i've made a mistake somewhere or have missed something important, talk to me about it! i'd love to discuss it and if i make the new testament sequel powerpoint then i will include your corrections at the beginning :)

a lot of the jokes i make happen in the transitions of this powerpoint. some of them use audio- click on the little speaker icon to play the audio and time the animations yourself i suppose. i'd recommend playing it as a slideshow ^-^

have any questions about a particular point i make? ask me! i will elaborate for you

ok that's all i can think of!! have fun folks :]

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Hey I love your work. Listen, I want to hear what your favorite topic is. What's something you could talk extensively about and never get bored? What has your unflagging enthusiasm and dedication?

Make it a long post! Put your heart out there! You do so much for us, I want to hear about your favorite things now. (If this isn't allowed, I am also always eager to hear about map making!)

Oh. Oh hoho.

Well I in general love worldbuilding. But in total, my interest leans towards things that are... Easier, so to say.

Neography, for example, as the "flavor" of worldbuilding. Conlangs, albeit I do tend to lean towards cryptolangs more. And mapmaking, solely geographic that is. Nations and stuff gets too trickier after a while.

I am planning on making a YouTube channel with me ranting about majority of my worldbuilding-related stuffs, with no bullshit statements like "hard worldbuilding is objectively better than soft worldbuilding" because... Those are made up terms. And as a linguist/etymologist I fucking hate made up terms. A rock is a rock, no matter what language. Things like laziness, gender, or duty and honor. Those are abstract, and easily manipulated, easily twisted. Hell in many cases these things do not exist at all (I personally don't believe in nationality, laziness and gender. Nationality is a defunct tool of uniting primitive people together, laziness is always a sign of disability or dismotivation, and gender is just bullshit).

But I could rant just a little I guess, for you the asker xD

Neography.

How genius it is to sometimes see a whole script become the face of a franchise, instantly recognizable and fancy. Tengwar, Klingon, Vulcan, Daedric, Aurebesh - You name it, they are all tasty as pie. They are done beautifully and by experts, high standard and fancy looking, unlike some scripts I prefer to call "cereal box ciphers" (The most notorious example for me is the Artemis Fowl Gnommish script. Just why.)

My @thecrazyneographist and now @fuckyeahasemic sideblogs are dedicated just to that - Neography. As well @verical, dedicated solely to my Verical script.

I have been commissioned by a comic artist in Chicago to create a script for him, have worked with r/starfall for a while, and right now my already invented scripts Satuuoorn and Wisehand/Xeotaijuep'af are being used by a gamedev for a first-person shooter/slasher >:D

I have. So many writing utensils at home. I have written calligraphy with a sharpened chopstick once. I still own it I think.

Gods just. NEOGRAPHY. It's knowledge put in written form - I am writing right now and it's a whole experience! I know how to write in Latin yes, but other scripts, scripts of MY making... That's a different experience. I can write in several made-up scripts by me: Age Mason, Verical, Taenic/Taenian and Bosutoku/Tetumonigo.

Conlangs.

Me and a friend are running @conlangcrab about them.

Conlangs are such an intricate part of worldbuilding. They give the world their own sound.

Though I am too driven-crazy by ADHD and unable to keep my sails steady on a singular conlang project, unmedicated, I usually prefer cryptolangs instead; An invention/coined word o'mine standing for "the middle between conlangs and ciphers; ciphers that change written information while keeping it pronounceable". Check out @cryptolangsguy for more info on that.

I so dislike when conlangs are done bad* in worldbuilding; Just as I dislike bad neography. In many cases writers are monolingual and really don't know the struggle of knowing several languages (fyi, I know 3 irl. bugger, ong).

Mapmaking.

I will just share all the maps I've ever created JUST for the RP server I am DMing, as well as the current map of Raskol - The setting for the oncoming Caramel Dice playtesting campaign.

Raskol

RP server

[zombeesknees]

currently in the life of the angie bee:

my sense of time is strangely broken, because it's almost 6pm but my brain is all, "gosh, it's not even noon yet!" and i have no fuckin idea why.

i've been deodorizing and washing and cleaning the house all day because i feel like there's a particularly sour smell throughout it, but now i'm wondering if it's me, and i don't know why i'm suddenly smelling so sour??? like, it's not a sweat smell, it's a sour, musty smell, and i'm still using the same shampoo and body washes i always do, and it's not as if my diet's changed significantly, so wth is going on??? IS IT A SIGN THAT I'M DYING OF SOME WEIRD DISEASE??? i know folks with diabetes sometimes smell strangely sweet, but i've never heard of something that makes you smell sour. OR IS IT ALL IN MY HEAD AND PSYCHOSOMATIC??? i'm not just gonna go up to someone and be like, "do you think i smell weird?"

quint remains one of the Characters of All-Time (and a Happy Jaws Day to all who celebrate it).

(yeah, i don't celebrate the 4th, what a bullshit holiday, we have nothing to be proud of as a country, especially these days.)

dropped $288 this morning on two and a half weeks-worth of groceries for one person. and that was buying basic, off-brand shit. how the fuck did we get to this.

slight silver lining: i have today, tomorrow, and the full weekend off, and i get to spend time with joel tomorrow AND see shara and nichole on sunday.

i set my reading goal for the year at 50 books (something i didn't come close to achieving last year, thanks to a reading block that set in in march and didn't let up for the rest of the year). and in the last two weeks i hit 54 books (almost all of them new-to-me, which is ALSO amazing). my unmedicated ADHD bullshit may still be preventing me from watching new shows and movies, but at least it's eased off on the reading front.

a new dude joined our book club this week and he's CUTE and likes fantasy and is a high school social studies/history teacher, and we discussed character archetypes for like ten minutes. maybe next club meeting i'll actually give him my number and ask him out.

wimsey has spent a full week in the flower donut collar thanks to scratching his chin raw and bloody. vet recced treating him with revolution in case it's because of mites, washing the wound with a special antibiotic flush, and keeping him in the collar until everything's fully healed/his fur grows back in. makes for a hella grompy flower:

god, leverage really is just the best show. doesn't matter how many times i watch it; i'm forever delighted and impressed with just how well written/constructed/everything it is. that's my emotional support family of thieves, your honor.

i'm getting SO CLOSE to filling out the final gaps in the current sections of my hazeldine WIP, and i really do think i'm gonna have to split it into two volumes instead of making it all vol. 6 as i had originally planned. but IF i do that, that means vol. 6 is gonna HAVE to end on a significant cliffhanger, which i typically try to avoid. (yes, technically all of the previous vols have ended on cliffhangers, since this is a continuing story spread over several volumes. but they haven't been LITERAL cliffhangers, with someone on the verge of death or something.) i don't like when books in a series i'm reading do that, so i try not to inflict that on my own readers. but perhaps i can mitigate it slightly by making sure both vols 6 AND 7 are fully polished/ready for printing, and release them like a month apart or something, so there isn't a huge wait in between...

FINALLY finished the replacement cross-stitch sampler of lighthouses for a gal from work (the first one got lost in the mail beginning of last month). now i can continue working on the Yee Dudes series for my bud jordan <3

but also i'm gonna try to design a pattern for myself re: a dracula joke that keeps popping into my head: descending the castle, lizard-fashion. i'm probably the only person who is THIS delighted/amused by that joke, but i'll enjoy stitching something for myself for a change, lol.

[sentfromwolves]

So there I was, checking out HBABL. Dove into Nemesis's tag. Fell in love. I don't know if you infodump, but if you do, would you mind introducing him to me? :3

WAAAGHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I AM ALWAYS SO HAPPY TO RANT ABOUT MY SON (✧∀✧)/ !!!!

Nemesis Bluesummers is twenty years old, born on october 31st 2004 (yes, a halloween baby!!) which makes him a raging scorpio. I can actually identify his sun/moon/rising because his birthday plays deeply into his storyline and I also know a lot about this kid.

He was born to Agatha Bluesummers, the Sanguine Witch, in Nashville, TN. Agatha, who probably deserves an award for World's Worth Mother, cursed Nemesis to die at midnight on his 21st birthday while he was in the cradle, largely due to the fact that she never wanted a child, and the only reason she kept Nemesis was because she could feel that her child would have immense power, and wanted to steal that power for her own. Of course, that didn't work, so she had to settle for cursing him instead. Nemesis ran away from home at the age of ten because of Agatha's hostile, abusive, transphobic bullshit. He stole her car too (because she locked up the GTO, which he'd been fixing up as a passion project. you know - just ten year old child prodigy things.)

And yeah, Nemesis is pretty smart - he is an incredibly fast learner with a hand's on approach, absolutely has raging ADHD (unmedicated), and a penchant for putting things apart so he can learn how to put them back together again. That being said, he's never had a formal education because he ran away from home and stayed on the run ever since, trying to find a way to break his curse.

He's allergic to pineapple and shellfish, his favorite food is poutine, and he thrifts or steals his entire wardrobe. He can speak English, Spanish, French, and passable Japanese due to extensively traveling after leaving home. He has extreme commitment issues, his biggest pet peeve is people talking while they're eating food, and he absolutely binge watched all of Bridgerton in the dead of night. His biggest hobby he can't commit any time to is working with cars. He has a three-headed doberman named Chaos, and he absolutely needs therapy.

On the surface, Nemesis is acerbic, unhinged, self-centered, hostile, and untrusting. Meeting him feels like whiplash, he'll leave you feeling like you got hit by a truck while he escapes out a bathroom window and into the night. He bristles the way a kicked cat bristles, he bares his teeth the way a dog bares its teeth after being hit one too many times. He wants to be loved and hates that he wants that more than anything else, and he feels abandoned by the whole world, and incredibly, painfully alone. When you sand him down, he's really nerdy, loves a corny joke, and likes to hang around and chat your er off about his hyperfixations. A hug wouldn't heal this kid, but it would go a long way in helping him figure things out.

At the end of the day, HBABL is about a kid that was forced to grow up too fast, all alone, and keeps fighting tooth and nail to break his curse because his pride won't let him just lay down and die even though he's so fucking tired. he's so tired and ready to be done. he's young, he's literally only twenty years old, he never had a chance to be a kid, or much of anything at all but a survivor. he's in love with the demon possessing his car, his biggest flaw and strength in equal measure is hope beyond all measure. and honestly I love him your honor, thanks for coming to me TED talk. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

[gonzocoded]

so did it end up being an idea? i would like to hear about it if it was!

it did end up being an idea, thanks for reminding me!! i would like to incorporate The Idea into one (or more 😳) of my wips

so, the idea was as follows:

Sokka and Zuko both have ADHD because I said so!!!!!!!!

They are also both very smart kids, obviously

Sokka is on the more hyperactive end of the spectrum and Zuko is more on the inattentive end.

This is a high school AU btw

Sokka is in 8,000 AP and honors classes, and he LOVES it

bby boy loves a challenge, and APUSH certainly is one (I’m assuming, anyway. The only AP i ever took was AP Studio Art lol)

He uses his ADHD to find ways to work around his ADHD. Genius!!

His creative little hyperactive mind is like, “ok, if we do this assignment we can go work on something fun and exciting!!”

i tried to think of some fun and exciting Sokka invention for him to work on, but alas my brain is not as creative as his

Anyway, the guy is a genius

Zuko is also a genius, but he cannot focus on anything to save his life (me too, Zuko 😔) which means that he often forgets assignments are due or that there’s a test tomorrow that he needs to study for

This obviously has an impact on his grades, a bad impact

And, obviously, having bad grades in his family is.... not good

Because of course Azula skipped a grade and is in honors classes and is a straight A student, and Zuko is.....

Well, Zuko is doing his unmedicated and undiagnosed best!!

Now, this is where this becomes a choose your own adventure kinda post!!

If you’re into high school AUs, this one is for you:

Zuko and Sokka go to the same school. Sokka is top of his class, Zuko is,, not

Zuko is going to fail his physics class if he doesn’t ace this final exam, his teacher recommends that he seek out peer tutoring.

Do y’all see where i’m going with this??

Zuko seeks out peer tutoring.... Sokka is his tutor.....

Uhhhhh idk what happens after that, I never did the peer tutoring thing in high school

Whatever happens, it would be very cute

Actually, wait, I guess the college AU is the same thing but like,, in college. Maybe this is not a choose your own adventure kinda post. Oops.

Idk, i’m just really stuck in the idea of ADHD Zukka and also Sokka taking honors and AP classes. Cannot stop thinking about it.

i was gonna proofread this before posting, but my brain said NO as soon as i tried to read it. so. sorry for any mistakes :)

[adhdrants]

I found your blog and I love it but also i've been really confused lately, I think I've been wondering about being ADHD or autistic for about 2 years now and right now it has come to a point where it's getting emotionally obstructive, I get so in my head about it and then i cry for a whole night. (1/3)

My mom doesn't like labels for her daughters but I just *insert why is ADHD so relatable i should see a doctor-post*I also learned about confirmation bias though and I'm just constantly doubting if I really feel like this or if I just want to for idk, attention?I’m not asking for a diagnosis haha but would you recommend seeking out a diagnosis even if you don’t really need it? (2/3)

Because okay, I do stress about this stuff a lot these days but I’m also an honours student with a good social life. Maybe my mom is right and adding a label to all that will only do harm? I'm sorry if you prefer not to answer these asks that's okay!! (if you know any other blogs i could ask this tho, i have a hard time finding good ones...) (3/3)

Hey, I’m also an honors student with a good social life (well my social life is more mediocre than anything but you get my point). That stuff? Shouldn’t hold you back from getting the help you need. If you feel like you’d benefit from an ADHD diagnosis (or autism but since I’m an ADHD blog and I’m only actually diagnosed with ADHD that’s what I’m going to be focusing on) I’d definitely say you should go for it. I’m a firm believer that absolutely no harm can be done by a label, and its clear to me that not knowing is tearing you up inside. Also, I don’t know your exact situation, but I know that when I finally went back on meds it helped me way more than I ever thought it could, so it might be more needed than you think. Especially since I’d guess you’re in high school from the way your ask is worded, and going from high school to college as an undiagnosed (or unmedicated, in my case) ADHDer is tough, real tough. College is really unstructured compared to hs and that means its easy for things to fall apart for people with ADHD, who often rely on structure to get by. Trust me, I’m speaking from personal experience. Having the safety net of a diagnosis could be a huge boon.

I’m obviously not a medical professional, but my ask box is always open if you need support. And if anyone else has questions or just wants to drop in and say hi, feel free! I apologize to anyone who I’ve accidentally ignored I’m trying I promise

[daxtastic]

High School Tips from a Transgender Graduate with Mental Health Issues

- DON'T CONSTANTLY SKIP SCHOOL

- Yes, mental health days are super important but the stress will get worse if you fall too far behind

- Make friends/acquaintances with at least one person in each class. If you miss a day, get notes/homework/ect from them.

- If you're like me and dont bother using a locker, at least keep some things like extra clothes, a jacket, pads/tampons, water, snacks, and even pain meds. (Yes, pain medication. If you've got cramps or a headache or such, trying to get medicine from the school office is a huge headache. Please safely self medicate and do not accept medication from unfamiliar people)

- The whole "high school party" thing is a complete lie. Nobody is going to offer you drugs. It's not cool to drink alcohol underage. Everyone is too tired, stressed, and busy to even consider having large get togethers.

- Join an after school club if you're not part of a sport/art/ect. Clubs can help you make friends with people who share common interests, and they're a great way to relax after school or do homework with others.

- There's no shame in needing tutoring. It doesn't make you less smart. Actually, you're much smarter than most people who dont accept tutoring opportunities. Better understanding your classes will help you not stress out so much.

- EAT. I understand, no one wants to wake up earlier than they have to to eat food, and I know I can't eat before 6am. Find some easily-packable snacks and bring them to school with you. Most teachers wont mind if you munch on something quietly through homeroom.

- Packing a lunch can often be a hell of a lot cheaper than buying lunch, plus public school food is gross as hell.

- Lunch can be daunting, especially if you dont know anyone. Dont stress about it. Nobody's going to look at you weirdly for eating alone. Nobody's going to harass you if you ask to sit at an empty seat at a busy table. Most are too busy playing on their phones or goofing off with friends to give two shits what you're doing.

- If you're not a person who eats lunch (hopefully you at least snack because that 7 to 2 stretch feels a lot longer with a growling stomach) the library is always an option to escape the busy lunchroom.

- Take a studyhall. DO NOT PUT IT AS YOUR FIRST COUPLE CLASSES. So many people make that mistake and then put off their homework/studying until that morning studyhall. Don't do it. Have it as a middle day class or end of day class to work on homework and study for quizzes.

- Quizlet will save your fucking life. Use it.

- Desmos has a free online graphing calculator

- keep a calendar, even if it's on your phone. Write down due dates and test dates. Color code your classes if you can.

- Sleep.

- school can be really hard on anxiety and depression. If you need help, please reach out to someone. I suffered 4 years unmedicated because I thought I had to deal with my problems alone. Don't make my mistake.

- You dont have to kill yourself to get straight A's. Straight C's still graduate.

- Honors/College Prep classes look better on records than average level classes. Although more difficult, a B in a more difficult class is better looked upon than an A in an average class.

- Not everyone goes to prom or homecoming. If you dont want to go, dont.

- bring headphones wherever you go

- keep cash on you just in case

- if you're dragging throughout the day, many schools have vending machines with soda. Quarters are friends.

- If you get a chance to do post secondary classes or classes that are worth college credits, take them if you can. Completing some college credits while in high school can save you money in the long run, and you may be able to even graduate high school/college early. (I only have 3 years of college credits to complete because I finished a whole year or credits my junior/senior year)

- ADHD makes high school miserable. Small fidget toys, rings, bracelets, necklaces, or even necklaces designed specifically to be chewed on can severely assist in keeping you focused. Taking notes can help as well.

- TAKE NOTES

- ORGANIZED NOTES

- PLEASE

- Study study study. Study the week before the test. The night before. The morning of. Even walking TO your class. STUUUUDDDDDYYYYY.

- Escaping to the bathroom to cry one out isnt uncommon. It's actually going to make you feel better.

- Dating sucks for everyone. You dont need a significant other, and often it can add to stress.

- Whoever thinks being a virgin at 18 is lame or uncommon is fucking backwards.

- If you find yourself having sex, please please please please use a condom and be safe.

- Everyone has had their heart broken. If you find yourself in the same situation, talk to someone. I turned people away thinking they wouldn't understand. Accept help. Accept a shoulder to cry on. Accept comfort from someone else.

- My trans friends. High school can be hell. Luckily our generation is much more open to the LGBT+ community. You dont have to be out if you'd prefer/feel safer in the closet. If you're out, be proud of yourself.

- You can request name/pronoun preferences with simple emails to teachers. They've got two choices: accept or say no. No matter what they choose, you are strong, brave, and valid and I love you.

- Bathrooms can be hard. If you're in a rather closed minded school like I was, using a teacher restroom/nurse restroom can always be an option.

- If you're antisocial like me, avoiding after school events can become a common thing. I encourage you to at least go to one. They're surprisingly fun, even if you're only there to people watch.

- ALL OF YOU ARE WORTHY OF LOVE, HAPPINESS, AND ATTENTION. YOU'RE STRONG, SCHOOL SUCKS, BUT YOU CAN DO IT. I BELIEVE IN YOU, AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH. PLEASE BE SAFE. YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS.

[o-wild-west-wind]

Finally got around to this, this was so fun!

Your Name: I have one I promise

How Many Sugars: somewhere between none and 5 depending on the mood and the type of tea

Character(s) You Relate To Most: probably Ed, for the unmedicated ADHD, being brown in white spaces and constantly feeling the need to prove myself and present palatably, wanting to retire, just wanting to be happy and silly and enjoy fine things when my life is falling apart around me being in love with fictional Stede Bonnet

OTP? Ed and Stede ofc. But also friendship OTP Mary with literally everyone

NOTP? Izzy with Ed and/or Stede in any variation that isn’t an exploration of the toxicity or in an AU far removed from the canon of the show. I love examining their dynamics in the hmm something is happening here sense but imo Izzy has done too much to hurt both of them. I’m fine with fanon Izzy, just not my thing

If you were a pirate captain, what would you name your ship? my cat’s nickname is captain crunch, I’ll probably name the ship for her <3

What position would you have on a pirate ship (bosun, captain, powder monkey, master gunner, surgeon, etc.) im a delusional aries and would want to be captain but once the realism sets in I think I’d be lucky to survive as the cook

Favorite OFMD Fics or Arts? Everything I’ve ever reblogged or bookmarked is my favorite

Biggest Wish for Season 2? I’m an angst girlie I am a monster but I hope we don’t see an immediate clean and happy resolution to the S1 finale because I want their reconciliation to be as hard-won and delicious as possible

also not a necessity but wlw pirates would be Nice

also one more that IS a necessity and that is more Frenchie bard songs

Favorite Quote: “we spend every day together, treasure is the real treasure!” but honorable mention to ~man for sale~ (and everything that comes out of Stede’s mouth)

Favorite Minor Character: FRENCHIE i love a silly bard

Favorite Episode: my fave rewatch is 6 but I do think 9 and 10 are objectively my favorites

Has OFMD caused you to reevaluate your gender? shout out to taika waititi’s ed teach fr gotta be one of my favorite genders

but honestly yes. like it’s been an internal question for a long time now but honestly this show and the space it’s created is the first time I felt comfortable enough to truly give myself the time to verbalize and grapple with it. i think I’m content with my identity as a woman but giving gender a long hard think has helped me feel more comfortable in my androgyny/in dabbling with masculinity and my self-presentation. my spouse has a very fluid concept of gender so it’s also been nice that we could both use this show as jumping off points for those deeper conversations and I honestly think we’ve gotten to know ourselves and each other better because of it so go pirates I guess 🏳️‍🌈

Favorite Cast/Creator Quote or Interview: Taika’s autocomplete interview lmao

Do cats have knives in their feet? They do and I have the proof written in blood on my hands

Song that Makes You Think of Stede Bonnet: YES I LOVE THIS Q I HAVE SEVERAL but here are my top picks:

Look Up & Fly Away - Darlingside

Born on a Train - The Magnetic Fields

I’ve Set Sail - Toh Kay

Song that Makes You Think of Izzy Hands:

tbh I don’t have any so I’m cheating and answering for Ed instead:

The Saint of Lost Causes - Justin Townes Earle

Colossus - IDLES

Better in the Morning - Birdtalker

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uhhh who else do I know that i don’t see tagged already @corancoranthemagicalman @teddyoverthinks feel free if you’re interested!

(and anyone else if you’re reading this and this looks fun to you please consider yourself tagged friend)

OFMD tag meme / question game

Hey I made an OFMD ask meme / tag meme / survey. IDK if this is too much a 2012 thing, but fill out and tag 5 friends if you want to play. @batsarebetterthanpeople @wearfinethingsalltoowell @strawberryliqor @cracktheglasses @bemusedlybespectacled @ofmd-alsaurus @kaizen-crow

Your Name:

How Many Sugars:

Character(s) You Relate To Most:

OTP?

NOTP?

If you were a pirate captain, what would you call your ship?

What position would you have on a pirate ship (bosun, captain, powder monkey, master gunner, surgeon, etc.)

Favorite OFMD Fics or Arts?

Biggest Wish for Season 2?

Favorite Quote:

Favorite Minor Character:

Favorite Episode:

Has OFMD caused you to reevaulate your gender?

Favorite Cast/Creator Quote or Interview:

Do cats have knives in their feet?

Song that Makes You Think of Stede Bonnet:

Song that Makes You Think of Izzy Hands:

[kittynightterrors]

Medicine

Pairing: N/A Rating: T Content: Untreated ADHD, recreational drug use, depression, anxiety, shit ass hero society, unbeta’d vent fic ao3: right here Notes: Hey, so I’ve never written for My Hero before, and this is a vent fic centered around Presnt Mic. Uh, go easy on me? 

Knowing from a young age that something was wrong with you was a strange feeling, especially when the people who were supposed to take care of you didn’t do their job. In the age of the internet it was easy for Hizashi to look up how he was feeling and go “hey, mom, dad, I think I have ADHD.” They agreed he did, but they never took him to the doctor for it. “If we make this official, you’ll never be a hero.”

He wanted to be a hero so, so bad. So, he stopped trying to fix his brain. It was hard, his grades went from being great to being not so good. The classes he cared about, he would excel in. He could lose himself in an English paper, to the point of forgetting to eat. And when it came to the subjects he just didn’t care about, it wasn’t that he was bad at them, he just didn’t care. He was smart, but he just didn’t apply himself. “Hizashi, if you would stop listening to that damn music, you could get into any Imperial University you wanted!” But, he didn’t want to get into some big Imperial University, he hadn’t even been sure he wanted to go to college. Shouta and Nemuri pushed him to apply to something small, but respectable, and together the three of them worked on Hizashi being a semi functioning person. Alarms and check ins helped him eat and sleep properly. It was nice. College saw a huge shift in his grades, given that he could actually pick what he wanted to take. His attention was constantly captivated, and he went from borderline failing to honors. It was nice, like maybe his stupid brain wouldn’t get the best of him. This improvement landed him a semester abroad in America. College was so different over there than in Japan. Parties were everywhere, and Hizashi was sitting on the fence of joining that life style. The loud music, the flashing lights, it was more his style than anything back home. Out in America he picked up a side job DJing for small little house parties. People paid him to play music and run his mouth, it was the dream! The party scene had its downfalls though: namely drugs. Weed, fantastic, amazing, everyone who wanted to should be able to smoke it! Alcohol, eh, take it or leave it. Ecstasy, after doing his research, he had become so picky about the stuff he never did it. Adderall though, that had been something else. The only thing he knew about the stuff was it was very, very illegal back home. Americans were often detained for having a legitimate prescription of the stuff. His friends had told him it was a lot like coke, just legal coke. “You’ll feel great. And studying will go by so quick.” Except, he didn’t feel great and studying didn’t go by very quickly. He had watched everyone bump the pill and decided to follow suit. Everyone at the party was having fun, geeked out of their mind. And he just sat there with a mild headache from snorting a pill. This amazing, finals enhancing drug did nothing for him. “How ya feelin��� Zash?” “Like I have a headache?” “....Dumbass, do you have ADD?” Oh… There went his brain ruining everything again. Before leaving America, he had gone to his college’s psychiatric facilities to try to get a concrete answer about his ADHD. What he got was… enough. A yes without it being explicit. “Technically, I can’t diagnose you, but I can screen you. At this school, you need a diagnosis to get meds. Outside of the school, this screening is all you need to get a prescription.” The person he had seen had been kind enough to not make anything official without Hizashi’s say so. Not with how mental illness was still seen in the world. For such an advanced society, the hero world still held many old stigmas that should have died away a long time ago. Mental illness was still such a messy topic that most agencies would rather ignore a great hero with a problem than actually try to help said hero. There were some quirks that could help, but ethics and morals came into play a lot. It caused many people to just lie about having any problems, and lying often times got people hurt. While he had been in America, there was an incident with a female hero. She had untreated PTSD and snapped during a mission, taking her life along with the life of another hero and a villain. It wasn’t her fault, if her agency, hell if anyone, had been willing to help her, she would probably still be here. Instead, there was a larger wedge driven in the hero community. When Hizashi moved back to Japan, he had two semesters of college left, but it felt like an eternity. Having a professional reaffirm his suspicions about his own mental health might have been worse than just going against the grain. He was hyper aware of all of his mood changes, any time something was overwhelming he would just freak out. His usual happy go lucky personality had died away under the weight of trying to beat this illness with no help. If he got anything official, he would be screwed. He would never be a hero, though, if he was honest with himself, that was why he was in college. He couldn’t be a hero. He needed a degree so he could teach. At least being a teacher, he could help the next batch of heroes, right? At some point in his hectic life, Nemuri and Shouta had basically become his roommates. He hadn’t been sure when or how, but it was nice. Nemuri was very motherly and Shouta was super logical. It was the perfect combination for when he would absolutely lose his shit during finals. Higher level classes meant more projects, and Hizashi took on too many classes. So, he lost sleep. He’d get anxious and try and finish a month long project in a weekend. He would get it done, but it cost him a lot. How his friends stayed with him was a miracle because by the end of college he could barely function. His straight A’s dropped to C’s because he just stopped caring. Still, he had managed to get that piece of paper that said he could teach. That’s what he had resigned himself to doing: teaching and maybe he’d pick up another DJing gig. It was fun. He needed fun. Shouta and Nemuri, though, were not too thrilled with how easily Hizashi had just given up on being a hero. “You know your provisional license is still good. You can finish up the National License.”

“I don’t think I can, Sho. The stress, the stigma. I.. I think I’m good. I’ll just teach the newbies. It’ll be fun.” That was a lie, but it was one he was willing to live with. He liked teaching his friends English, so maybe teaching kids would be like that. It had to be, because if he didn’t have teaching, he really didn’t have anything. He didn’t want to think about not having anything, but each day he went without a job looked more and more grim. If he had a normal brain then maybe he could be a proper adult and he could go and be this hero. He could save people and function, and not lose his shit over the dumbest thing. A part of him wanted to finally get diagnosed and get on medication, but he knew the minute he did that he signed away any chance he would ever get of being a hero. So, he stayed unmedicated. Just living day to day. Sometimes he would be perfectly fine, just existing in his apartment with his friends. Other days he was freaking out for no real reason. He had looked it up, and apparently because he wasn’t treating his illness he was slowly developing new ones. Namely anxiety and depression. He could tell it was straining his relationship with his friends, but he couldn’t get diagnosed. He just couldn’t, and with medication being so hard to get, he just decided to take matters into his own hands. Energy supplements and weed eventually became Hizashi’s go to once he got himself a job at a radio station. The stuff he was drinking was great, it had vitamins and all this other crap, had little sugar. It helped him focus unlike caffeine pills. At least, that’s how he reasoned with himself. He’d drink the powdery drink before a show, go on for the six hours he needed to be hyped up, then go home and share a joint with his friends before sleeping. Rinse and repeat. Thankfully, his boss at the radio station let him have full reign of the show. So when the drink would make him hyperfocus on his anxiety rather than his music, he’d just queue a non stop playlist and freak out at his desk. It sucked so bad, but it paid his rent. And usually Nemuri or Shouta was out on patrol during his sets so they would bring him something to calm him down. This new regiment went on for a couple months before Nemuri came home one night and threw a bottle of pills at him. Confused, Hizashi read the label over and over, squinting at the prescription and the name attached. “Concerta… Tatsuya… Nem, whose are these?” “Yours.” “Nem, seriously.” “Zashi, seriously.” That night they had a long talk about everything, how Nemuri had suffered from depression. How Shouta found the pharmacist willing to illegally help heroes. How very, very illegal the whole process was. They didn’t bring it up because the process wasn’t guaranteed and it involved some unsavory people. He wasn’t exactly happy that they had gone behind his back with this, but they all knew if he knew he wouldn’t have gone. So he was a little less mad. He didn’t take the medicine immediately. It stayed untouched for about a month, just sitting on his nightstand as he decided what he was going to do. On one hand, he could be a hero. He could just lie about his mental illness and keep it pushing. On the other, he had read up on the medicine, and it was very scary. Just missing one dose could fuck him up. Missing several would put him in a bad spot. Hero work or self medication. That’s what his choice boiled down to. He couldn’t pinpoint why, but one day he just decided to take the medication. It felt great. He was focusing within the hour and he wasn’t drifting off to do other things. His radio show was just the right amount of hyper without going off the rails. He felt productive. It was great. He forgot to take it the next day, and while it wigged him out, he had red he hadn’t been on it long enough for it to do anything. So, he started setting alarms for himself again, a habit that died off at some point. He couldn’t remember why he stopped. Sleep, eat, medicine, clock in, sleep. Rinse and repeat. That’s what his alarms were for. After a couple of weeks he was able to silence all of them except the one that woke him up. It was nice. Having a schedule that he could stick to. After months of being on the medicine, he finally got the courage to go and get his National Hero License. It was scary, but his friends helped him through it. The medicine didn’t help too much with his anxiety, but he wasn’t really willing to fuck with more than one medicine. So he chose to deal with the anxiety by itself. Breathing helped, knowing that getting his NHL would be the best thing ever helped. When he walked out of the building with that piece of plastic, with his two friends waiting for him, he broke down in tears. He couldn’t help it He had come so far because of them... because of him, too. The months turned to two years, and Hizashi was starting to forget who that scared little boy was that he used to be. When he wasn’t a hero, he was still a radio DJ. He found that working multiple jobs was the best thing for him. The more occupied he was, the better off he was. Eventually, he even decided to apply for a teaching position too. Just to add one more thing for him to do. The talk with Principal Nezu was a little intimidating if he was honest. The furry little creature might be small in stature, but he could command the attention of a room. Still, Hizashi laid out his concerns and his own demands. He wanted to be open about his condition if a student had those concerns as well. He never wanted someone to suffer like he had. He wanted to change the stigma. Somehow. Nezu, surprisingly, was okay with this, so long as the student was the one who approached Hizashi with the question. As Hizashi started to teach, and students actually approached him on how to deal with their ADHD, the Pro wanted to push the stigma more. He went to his agency with a hypothetical, a student wanted to know what to do. They laughed and he threatened to leave. Sure, he wasn’t All Might or Endeavor, but he was Present Mic the DJ who brought in a decent chunk of change for his celebrity status, and money talked. They agreed on doing PSAs about ADHD, but they weren’t looking to bring on a hero with the condition. It wasn’t good enough, so he left. And it was a PR nightmare for the agency. “Dear Listeners, Present Mic just became a free agent…” Was it dumb to blast the agency on air? Oh yeah. Did Shouta chew him out? Fuck yeah he did. Did Hizashi feel great? Amazing. It felt so good to do things for himself, to make his own terms. Without an agency, Hizashi started to get more bold on his radio show, creating a monthly Monday show dedicated to mental health. It had its ups and downs, some people loved it, some people hated it. The radio station’s ratings were up so his boss didn’t care one way or another, especially when people would call in to threaten or belittle Mic. Still, he kept it pushing because if he was going to be the only advocate the he was going to be the loudest advocate.

While he never out right admitted he had an illness, everyone could figure it out. The NHL had tried to strip him of his license, but with not real concrete diagnosis they had no reason to. They gave him a firm talking to, reminded him that they were not a fan of his “shenanigans.” So, Hizashi just got louder. He started selling merchandise with “Remember their names” on the front and the list of heroes that, globally, had lost their lives to untreated mental illness. The money went to advocacy groups. He was going to make sure that if the NHL did anything stupid, it would back fire on them.

His hero work was getting choked off by the NHL, he knew it was, but he was just going to keep fighting. Principal Nezu supported his fight, so did his students. He knew how Nemuri and Shouta felt. That was all that mattered. The people that mattered about him cared, and that was enough for him to keep fighting. After the merchandise came a forum, an anonymous place for people with and without quirks to discuss mental illness. At this point, his words had spread out past the hero community in Japan. He saw users from across the globe on his site and he knew he was slowly gaining traction. Slow and steady.

His twenty sixth birthday marked his two year fight for equality, and unfortunately no heroes had really spoken on it. He understood, they didn’t want to jeopardize everything, but it was still frustrating. It was a pretty standard day, outside of a little extra time spent with his best friends. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, until he got an email from All Might. He reread it at least ten times before shrieking, triggering his quirk on accident. Poor Nem and Sho, but seriously, All Might wanted to be on his radio show to talk about mental health and destigmatizing mental illness! They had to tell him to breathe in between his excited outbursts. He was feeling such a strange mix of emotions that he could feel the tears in his eyes. He wanted to be happy, but everything could go so wrong so quickly.

“I admire your tenacity, Present Mic. Everything you’ve done for Mental Health Awareness, it’s very admirable.”

Mic was speechless, but he played it cool, he had to, he was on air.

“I appreciate that, All Might! You’re the first Pro to say anything. So, seriously, I appreciate that.”

“I want to give money to the cause. I might not understand what people are going through, but I can empathize. Let me help.”

Who knew all it took was All Might opening his checkbook for the hero world to change their minds about mental health. Suddenly it was the in thing to be pro mental health. It was a blessing and a curse, but it was better than nothing. All Might helped Hizashi with getting in with some politicians to work on legislation. They worked with getting heroes, civilians, and even villains (in custody) access to whatever it was they needed. It was slow, but needed because Hizashi was not going to let another kid suffer like he did.

A year after the All Might interview, agencies were begging for him to join them. Hizashi had gone from being a smudge on the hero community to being this shining beacon. He declined them all, uninterested in dealing with people who would drop him when mental health was no longer the cool thing. He had heard that had happened when homosexuality was still something people fought for. Heroes would be used as a token, only to be dropped when being gay or queer wasn’t the in thing. No thanks, Hizashi was better off doing the independent thing. He wouldn’t go full underground like Shouta, but he certainly wasn’t going to an agency any time soon. No, he liked his odd hero jobs. Between teaching and the radio, he had just enough time to kick a couple of villain asses. He still had moments where worry crept up, that he would lose control and his illness would win, but that was all part of the fight. It was a long fight, and it was time people knew about it.

“Dear listeners, as you know, I’m closing in on my fifth year at the radio station, so I thought I’d do something a little different. How about I tell you my mental health journey.”

[adhd-hippie]

Well here are some examples that you can take to your mom.

Not everyone who has ADHD exhibits external hyperactivity my best friends mom is a very calm gentle ethereal type person she has ADHD. This is a woman who can garden for hours with no music or sound or noise. Who can walk down a path calmly and serenely looking like an elf emerging from a forest. She is the most calm person I have ever known and she has ADHD.

My best friend made it all the way through high school and college without ever dreaming that she had any type of neurological issue. She was to use your word fine until she hit 30 then things started to get stressful and her work, her children, and her home were all too much so she went to therapy. In therapy she was diagnosed with ADHD.

I graduated from both high school and college with honors. I have never had a GPA less than 3.2 in my life and there were a few times I had a 4.0 GPA in both high school and college. Currently I’m in graduate courses to become a teacher and every single assignment I’ve turned I’ve gotten a top score right away. I haven’t had to do any revisions on any of the work I’ve submitted so far. I’m a really good student but I have ADHD.

ADHD is a vast array of symptoms. And when they combine they create difficulty in your life but how that create that difficulty is unique to you. Some people struggle with school some people struggle with organizing their life some people struggle with retaining relationships.

There is no way to know if you have ADHD without a proper diagnosis. Your mom obviously is in denial and denial is an illogical reaction in an attempt to protect ones own psyche from uncomfortable truths.

Now the good news is that you can engage in hundreds of coping mechanisms that will help you deal with your probable ADHD and never need to actually go see a doctor to start engaging in these.

You can search here on Tumblr for how to deal with things as a person with ADHD or if you would like if there’s anything in particular that you’re struggling with shoot me a DM and I will do my best to help you kind of workshop it and figure out how to deal with that struggle and cope.

I have been diagnosed since I was 10 so I’ve been diagnosed for 26 years and I have a lot of practice over with being a person with ADHD unmedicated. So hit me up if you want some advice

does self diagnosing mean “OMG im so adhd i was just bouncing my leg did you see that lol” or “i have most/all of the symptoms of adhd and even though i dont have a diagnosis, i genuinely think that i have it and will get a diagnosis eventually.” because i hear people saying not to self diagnose but then at the same time i hear people saying that self diagnosing is the first step to a real diagnosis and i feel like they’re talking about different things