People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.
An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.
Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.
It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…
It’s an ant again.
Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.
This is madness.
This can be intersectional with other parts of the neurodivergent community but...
Having ADHD is like:
*stims* wait shit I look stupid *stops stimming* no wait shit now I can’t concentrate
“How was your day?” “Oh uh....(wait...how was my day?)” *windows shut down noise*
Alternatively: “How was your day?” “Okay so in history class we learned...” *insert essay here*
We have already talked about this on multiple occasions and I remember it in great detail what do you mean you forgot???
We have already talked about this? Uh oh.
Wow a block of text on a screen! I wish I could absorb any of this :)
Wow 100 tabs open at a time I wish I could prioritize any of this :)
Wow I have been working for hours and I haven’t received any reward chemicals (tm) I still have plenty of time today but the lack of getting anything Done makes me want to just lie down and not do it again
Wait it’s lunch time already?
I opened my conversation application and replied to things. My duty of communicating for the day is complete,,,
Spending ten minutes typing a single response so it’s short but says the right thing
I was standing too close because I got wrapped up in what you were saying I am so sorry I’m not trying to be rude
I was standing too close to that edge of the table and I fucking bumped into it AGAIN this is the third time TODAY and the tenth time this WEEK
*reciting order in my head so I don’t freeze up and forget when I get to the counter*
Someone said something slightly negative about me and now I want to explode
Having the same ten reactions for everything because those are the ones that communicate the most engagement (I promise I’m listening aaaaaa)
*checks autism symptom list* *checks autism symptom list* *che
You can’t take me on errends I am trying to work >:( *has not done anything for the past three hours*
*curls toes in shoes*
My ears feel like they’re being stuffed with thunderstorms if you don’t turn that noise off so help me I will leave (or worse, there is no noise and I just sort of have to sit there with overstimulated ears and dead air)
*makes a joke that goes over everyone’s head*
*laughs at joke I didn’t understand*
*miscommunicates something* *is not given the indication that the explanation was understood* *worries about being misinterpeteted*
*Throws essay onto table* have I mentioned?? My new hyperfixation?? It’s spy time. *james bond theme*
Nietzsche believed that you’ve gotta be able to think about suicide before you can move beyond wanting to kill yourself because only once you’ve accepted it as an option can you make the choice not to do it, and the alternative, to deny the urge and ignore it, would inevitably cause you to cave to the unaddressed desire you have for it.
And the dude was right.
The rogue’s gallery of psych students and junior practitioners on this hellsite have hijacked my post about not being mean to yourself to explain to people how actually what I’m talking about is cognitive-behavioral therapy, and how it involves disciplining yourself to never talk negatively about yourself and how it’s important to check with a therapist that you’re doing it correctly, and like, this is why I don’t trust and can’t stand these people.
Being your own friend is a holistic process, there aren’t exercises you can do or therapy methods you can apply, which is why most people relapse almost immediately after stopping CBT or DBT, because they haven’t actually made any progress in how they look out for themselves, they were merely thrust into a disciplinary regimen where they are taught to engage in habits which their therapist then holds them accountable to, and so, without that therapist, they fall apart again.
Not being mean to yourself doesn’t mean censoring self-deprecating humor, it doesn’t mean snapping a rubber band on your wrist when you have a negative thought, it means taking time to sit down and think about yourself as if you were another person, to really take stock of who you are from as objective a perspective as you can muster, and if you really want to grow, realizing that this person you see can’t grow if the person closest to them, which is you, spends all their time berating them and making them feel like shit.
Being friends with yourself is not a series of therapeutic exercises, it’s challenging yourself to evaluate why you’re a dick to yourself in a way you aren’t to other people, or maybe you are a dick to other people, and maybe you want to be a dick to yourself, which is goofy as fuck, but if you’re still suffering, maybe ask yourself why the fuck you want to be such a dick, the answers may surprise you.
you cannot see my penis or any suggestion of my penis in this picture but it is in fact there
We aggressively believe that patients shouldn’t have to do a bunch of emotional labor to get their needs met by their healthcare providers, but the reality we live in means this is an important skill to have as a spoonie.
Luckily, we have some new resources for you!
💊 This super long thread on code words to use with doctors [CW exaggerated ableism/use of slurs], kicked off by the Cliff’s Notes on “How To Negotiate Your Disability Without Curling Into A Ball And Weeping More Than Once Or Twice A Week *Or* Murdering The Entire Universe (More Than Once Or Twice A Week).”
Covered topics:
Getting pain meds without being labeled as a drug-seeker.
Getting mobility devices despite enormous stigma.
Getting a “medibuddy” or advocate in with you when your doctor likes enforced isolation tactics.
Taking notes and being organized without ruffling any feathers.
Introducing “googled” information with a little fibbing.
Tactical crying.
…and basically being manipulative as hell, because sometimes that’s really, frustratingly necessary in order to get past ableist gatekeeping.
💊 This response to a request for help talking to a surgeon and getting him “to take me and my mysterious health issues seriously while still coming off as a ‘good patient.’”
💊 Our archive of advice under the “Dealing with Doctors” tag (yeah, we’re mad this has to exist, too.) And to those about to enter appointments… we salute you.
its really weird to see all these articles about how people who have ADHD have sleeping problems but the issue I have is that if you look at it as a matter of your circadian rythym being out of sync? of COURSE you’re not going to be able to sleep. we don’t say people who can’t fall asleep at 4 pm and sleep 8 hours have insomnia, because that’s not a normally agreed upon time to sleep and its not your bodies time to sleep. if you tell someone to go to bed at 10 and they can’t sleep till 3 am sometimes in just not insomnia. people with ADHD are often wired to sleep from 4 am to 12 pm ish because of the delayed onset of melatonin but if you let us go to bed at the time we need? most of us actually sleep pretty well and consistently.
Love that they put “a sense of impending doom” as one of the symptoms of a heart attack, like girl, that’s just how it is to be alive these days, you’re gonna have to be more specific
I want to prove a point to a coworker of mine.
fuck killing a victorian child by making them listen to hyperpop all you gotta do is make a white tumblr user listen to rap
Me trying not to tell random people trivia about whatever my hell brain has latched onto this month
I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch