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adhd is: telling yourself “ alright time to get started” every 30 minutes and continuing to not move

Happy pride month, everyone!!

Remember that you are free to message me if and when you need a friend ❤

Why are this things not mentioned until WE find them. Why. What.

when you find yet another documented-but-rarely-discussed facet of your disorder and realize there’s a reason that you’re such a bitch

PSA: bot comments are taking over ao3

The above examples have been provided with the authors' permission to demonstrate what these look like.

Basic rundown:

They are all 3 sentences long

Perfect grammar, capitalization, and punctuation

Like absolutely flawless English teacher-style writing with only a single exclamation mark, ever

No mentions whatsoever of character names, settings, situations, or anything that could be tied to the story

The usernames may be identical to people who exist on ao3, but the name is not clickable, and no profile is associated with it EXCEPT when you directly search for that name. What this means: the comments come from an unregistered (not logged in) reader, bots scrape the site for real usernames, attach that to the comment, and post

Please spread the word about this so authors can filter comments and report them accordingly

There has been some speculation about why this is happening at all, and the best guess is that this is a feature that AI-training story-scraping tools are implementing to try and make their browsing traffic look legitimate

I am an adult with ADHD. I was a child with ADHD.

What an awful acronym.

“I’m so ADHD today!”

No you’re fucking not. You don’t know what that means. It’s not:

“Oh look a squirrel”

I mean yeah, by all means look at that animal. It’s awesome… I wonder how many nuts it can hold in its cheeks… wait. Where was I?

Inattention

Attention Decficit Hyperactive Disorder. That doesn’t accurately describe my life. My life is wondering what it’s like to have quiet. My brain is never quiet. ADHD is starting this poem SEVEN times because I couldn’t decide if I wanted it to be about my disorder or about a love gone wrong… or maybe both.

Because you know what?

In the midst of thoughts of drag, work, trying to remember if I ate today and wondering how someone figured out that we could cook potatoes one hundred different ways but only like two ways to cook an eggplant; fifty percent of my rotating, ever-changing, ebbing and flowing thoughts are CONSUMED by you.

How you expect me to apologize for your assault on my brain. How I have to defend my reputation and honor from the lies you spit behind my back to fuel your twisted illusion that I’m the bad guy.

I’m not the bad guy.

And I’m not fucking immature!

I am far from immature. Being playful is far from immature. It’s creative. It’s fun. I’m not boring.

Fuck you.

Did I finish my drink? I can’t remember if I finished my drink? Do you still think you’re feeling “ADHD today”? Have you counted how many times I’ve changed the subject?

Do you still feel “ADHD today”?

Let me tell you about RSD then. Do you know what that is?

Rejection Sensitive Dsyphoria

Yeah, that’s as fun as it sounds. RSD is defined as an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered by the PERCEPTION, not necessarily the reality, that a person has been rejected, teased or critized by important people in their life.

YEAH. Good fucking time.

I think I’ve fucked up a lot probably because you sneezed weirdly in my direction. FUCK.

How do I fix this? Do you still like me? The tone in your voice when you said “Hi” today was different.

DAMNIT.

Where did I put my keys?

What was I talking about again?

as of tomorrow, it will be six years of Hornet being stuck in Pharloom

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headbonk might be my new favorite thing to draw

 Who will you get? Just take a screenshot. (~˘▾˘)~

@markiplier

Ugh just look at Toph and her cute lil baby badgermole (I’m gunna cry)