Tag: #ADHD

And The Walls Came Tumbling Down…

~ annemcsommers ~ 10 Comments

The word of the week is club, and this one, while fictional, treads a little closer to reality in points than maybe it should.  I think we have all been here a time or two, and this is the story of our narrator that gets a little overwhelmed by all the things they need to get done…

I started the day, the week, the month even, with a plan, and then life snuck up behind me with a club, bashing me over the head a few times.

I can’t blame reality, as in retrospect, as everyone else knew that I had bitten off more than I could chew, and scheduled more social engagement than any introvert would tolerate.

It took a single addition for what I felt were carefully laid plans, but were more like block activities stacked precariously by a toddler, to come tumbling down around my feet.

With too many options to choose, no way to prioritize, and a panic that it all had to be done now, I did what I do best in these situations, that is to say, nothing at all.

Paralyzed with indecision the tasks piled up, becoming an insurmountable wall of things to do, so high that I could no longer see anything, even that things that bring me joy.

I reacted at first like the toddler who stacked my to do list, crying, and then I threw half my list out, as I accomplished the rest slowly, in mourning for the tasks that wouldn’t be, in large part, due to untreated ADHD.

Hello Hello, it’s ADHD awareness month, which I just realized, because it snuck up on me again, even though I knew it was coming, and is the same month every year…wonder why?

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Night Owl

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This was based a little upon my own discovery of revenge bedtime procrastination, an ADHD meme from Tumblr, and just some overall irritation at someone I know using the term functional until I felt more than a little violent.

It was one thing to discover that others deliberately stayed up to late to get time to themselves, and another to discover that it had a name “revenge bedtime procrastination” and a list of known causes and effects.

There was a certain flare of indignation that went up at being so targeted, and then a small measure of relief at the knowledge that this was not just being broken, this was a thing. Just another of many of the things that Brandon had, but would never take the time or money on having diagnosed, because frankly no one cared.

Brandon was single, had a good paying job, and as long as he was, as the shrinks say “functional” and wanted no specific accommodation, there was not reason ot get one. In fact, there were nothing but negatives, with the current perception of mental health as it was, haivng this on file could only hurt him. In his line of work it would practically make him unhirable, and for what exactly, a certificate declaring what he already knew to be true.

No no, he was better off just dealing with it alone, the best he could, as he always had. And following the tips on the article, because he really could use some more sleep, oh, wait, those trees can do what?

Banana’s

~ annemcsommers ~ 5 Comments

This was written for the six sentence story word prompt of the week VIDEO by girlontheedge. I wanted to focus it on ADHD for ADHD awareness month, and ended up with this, which is a self portrait in parts, but I think i pieces of it are relatable even if you aren’t on the spectrum.

She pressed the back button on the video for the third time, and yet again was distracted from seeing the critical moment unwind. By the time she finally managed to watch the ten seconds that inspired a wave of gasps and applause, its impact was overshadowed the irritation of taking ten minutes to watch a two-minute clip.

She sat hyper-focused on the computer, in part to ignore the disaster that surrounded her.  The garbage overflowing, the sink somehow full again, and the fridge that sat either empty or full of food gone bad, depending if she had emptied it, or just thought about emptying it.

She went back to her doom scrolling, and threw a song on her phone, set to repeat, and listened for the following hour as she browsed.  She finally got up for a snack, when hunger overwhelmed her indecision on what to eat, and found ingredients sitting on the counter, and remembered with a start, that she had sat down to look up the recipe for banana bread.