The Neurodivergent Experience Is Thinking Youre Sharing Fun, Interesting Or Helpful Information In A

the neurodivergent experience is thinking you’re sharing fun, interesting or helpful information in a normal human conversational fashion while they think you’re an asshole lecturing them or looking down at them like they’re stupid and also that no matter how many times you have this experience you always think you’re doing it the right way this time

When you keep getting easily distracted while writing:

The ADHD brain-house

Ok, so, I had to explain to someone what it’s like in my head, having some pretty intense ADHD. And I think I found the best analogy finally. And I think it’s something that others with ADHD can relate to and to try to explain what it’s like.

Imagine: 

Your brain is like a house. 

There’s rooms with different functions (one room controls emotions, another allows you to focus, you got a kitchen that helps you figure out what to eat and a timer to tell you to eat, etc.). Sometimes, the light in a room is off, nothing actively going on in there. There’s clocks everywhere, helping you to keep track of everything. There’s a robot, like a roomba, that’ll help you prioritize tasks and will help keep the two or three cats (your thoughts) from knocking too many things over and causing chaos. The roomba also safe guards your rock collection (your emotions, each one unique and distinct from one another), making sure they get returned to their little treasure box for safe keeping.

That is what I think a normal brain is like. 

Yeah, there’s going to be chaos in every house– no one is perfect. Perhaps one of your rooms has a blown out lightbulb that needs replacement, or you got a few more cats than normal, or maybe you only have a single clock. Who knows. No house is the same.

Now, imagine, if you will, the following:

Your brain is like a house. Except now, sometimes the doors between rooms are locked shut, and you can’t find the key to them. You can’t tell if the lightbulb is working in that room. Sometimes, you got several lightbulbs that have blown out, but you can’t find a replacement. Sometimes, you can’t turn off the light in a room, no matter how much you try to mess with the switch (I mean jeez who can sleep with all that light?). It’s always running, wracking up your (emotional) energy bill. There’s not a single clock in house. So, a few minutes could feel like an eternity, but sometimes, 13 hours, doing something you love, without a break, is gone in a blink of an eye.

You still got the roomba… except now, EVERYTHING is a priority. Also, he’s on high alert ALL THE FUCKING TIME and will stab ANYTHING that gets too close to him or your rock collection with the knives that have been tapes onto him. 

And that rock collection? Well, there’s no box. Actually, I think one of the cats peed all over the last make shift cardboard box Stabby the Roomba tried to use to protect them. And well, they’re not quite as… distinct? They’re definitely each a different type of rock. An outsider might be able to tell you the difference between your pegmatite and diorite. But to you, you can’t tell them apart as well. Obviously the black rocks are negative emotions and the colorful ones are positive. But… you can’t tell the difference between shale and obsidian. Or an opal from a diamond. They’re just… dark or colorful.

And lawd… don’t get me started on the cats. They’re no longer just cats. No. They’re flippin’ kittens and there’s like…. at least four dozen. Maybe more. Oh! And half of them are on catnip. And you don’t know which ones are the chill stoner types, the unaffected drunks, and the violent junkie.

And the greatest relaxer for those kittens is bird watching. Stimulation from the outside world gets them to settle down. But not too much stimulation. Otherwise, they’ll return to that same chaos, trying to catching those birds.

And it’s like that… all the. Fucking. Time.

I have ADHD so I’m immune to podcast

my mom: why do you use subtitles despite the person speaking english????

me: because of my crippling adhd, mother. i would like to be distracted as i am also focused.