No one told you when to run // You missed the starting gun
This song motivated me a lot, graduated at 30.
Now if only I had known that they started letting transbians transition, then I would have done that much sooner too. Wasted so much of my life.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
But it’s roomy in here, here, here, here
Echoey too too too
And…slimey?
The ell is this in your head?
44 here. Technically I was diagnosed with “ADD” (the H was added later) back in 1988 or so. My parents were of the mind that kids in general have a lot of energy and little attention and kept me off of Ritalin as a result.
Ya know what? I get the sense that this supposed malady is being diagnosed in sufficient numbers that it’s just the standard state of a huge percentage of humanity. Frankly, I don’t think we evolved to squat in cubicles and stare at screens all day long.
Hypothesis here: Unnaturally focused attention is an unhealthy mutation that only benefits those who exploit them.
Everyone has some symptoms of adhd. Adhd is characterized by having many of them, and in far greater concentration than the normal population.
“everyone pees too but if you’re doing it 40 times a day something is probably wrong”
I think it might be true to a degree. Filtering less, or having some people in the tribe who do, who find the odd unlikely solution, who mix the tin with the copper, who spot hidden berries under the snow during a conversation where someone confesses their love to you - it can be an advantage.
But having my heart project, or 5 of those, and never even starting, although I think I’ll do it any day now - that can be suffering. When medicated, I picked them up one by one and finished them, and it felt so good. And I realise, I never would have otherwise! Like this broken electric toy with sentimental value that I kept around, and now I just picked it up and fixed it. And some of these took 10 minutes, and some took 5 hours, but instead I lived with the pain of not having it done for so many decades, yes, decades.
Or my beautiful wife who went all-in with so much love, and I did give my absolute best until I broke, couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t, but it wasn’t enough. Yet all that was missing was 20 - 30 minutes per day, timeboxed, of working through todos. Which is absolutely impossible undiagnosed and untreated, which is why I don’t blame myself, but no problem now.
It crosses the line to a disorder when it is impairing in multiple contexts, which is part of the definition and a must-criterion. If it’s not impairing you anymore, you don’t have it by definition. Impairing you only in a society that shouldn’t be like this? Interesting question.
Or 47.
48 for me
So you’re saying it’s not going to get better for me next year either?
I’m afraid not.
But that’s probably true for most people, so ¯_(ツ)_/¯
I resemble that remark. Well a lot closer than 33 anyways.
Hey now, it only took me 18 months to install the replacement screen roller on my front storm door, after waiting about as long to purchase it.
One day you too will complete something on your list and think, why the fuck didn’t I do that months ago and then proceed to repeat the procrastination process on the ever other 30 minute task.
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Okay sure but I’ve been medicated 8 years and still do this
Medicated for 15 years, still do this, 😭
Just turned 30 on Saturday. I haven’t written my book, played my guitar or finished the dozens of projects I have lying around like I planned to do for the last 10 years.
Don’t worry, by the time you are 50 it is exactly the same.
- :/
I’m 40, and still do this. what do i win?
55 Sorry
If you’re lucky, you win the wisdom to understand that no amount of wishful thinking can brute force yourself into being a different person, and you understand that this cycle is borne of internalised ableism.
You win the chance to try again tomorrow — not at being the productivity powerhouse you desperately wish you were, but at being someone who works hard to be kind to themselves — someone who reluctantly embraces the messiness of human existence and tries to find opportunities to work with their ADHD, rather than against it.
It’s a bittersweet prize, because it just boils down to “more work”. However, it’s work that has a chance to build personal fulfillment, instead of stuff that seems engineered to make you resent yourself.
I was diagnosed and started treatment in 2nd grade. I’m 36 now and I still do this all the time.
33?! Those are rookie numbers!
You all believe it when you tell yourselves those things?
I tell myself those things, but I kind of know I’m lying when I do it
Yeah, not at all. I stopped believing a long time ago. I dont bullshit myself nearly as much anymore. I think it helps me to be more realistic because I know that, even medicated, I am a total basketcase.
I feel you. Brain chemistry is rough when it’s off.
Why is Lemmy so depressed? Guys, I’ve been there, but a mental change is ahead. And I know you hate me for saying this, or think I’m cringe or whatever. Just find the thing that really drives you.
No idea what that could be? Little pro tip: your anxiety can guide you. What scares you most? Talking in front of a group? Go join a theater club or something. You’ll probably find cool people.
Mostly because having a disorder that is a daily reminder of how much work it is just to function on a day to day basis and apparently remembering the fuck ups way more than the good things since the fuck ups are basically the same thing each time. It feels worse and worse each year, and honestly my biggest fear is that I will get dementia and not be able to tell because it that is how I have felt my entire life.
That said, reminding myself that I’m doing pretty well is the counterbalance that keeps me going. I’ve accepted my limits and just roll along with becoming a jack of all trades that still has to relearn anything I haven’t done for a few years. Meds help while they are active, but they don’t work 24 hours a day.
“I’ve accepted my limits and just roll along with becoming a jack of all trades that still has to relearn anything I haven’t done for a few years.”
This is tremendously relatable, and captures one of the things that I genuinely feel proud of. There are days where I’m like the person in the OP, but the more I practice at understanding and leaning into my nature, the easier it becomes to break out of that wistful cycle of internalised ableism
My anxiety guides me.
Today I get to bask after three days of deep cleaning my home! It is a good day today!
Though, getting a new dishwasher installed is what sparked it, anxiety drives me to get my stuff done. Why waiting until last minute sometimes can produce my best work (yet sometimes can cause disaster still).
I also pushed myself onto a leadership position at my work once. A two year commitment. I had to do a lot of public speaking, I absolutely hated it, and cursed myself for doing it to myself, but it was to bring me out of my comfort zone and I knew the payoff was to help and be a voice for my fellow employees I represented. It was tough.
Hell yeah, for me, using my anxiety as a driver for change has been massively helpful in my life. Face it- then its faced, I still have the anxiety but I understand it and can objectively react to it in a positive way. Introspection is a hell of a thing.
Great to hear that you accepted your anxiety as your ‘friend’.
Oh it’s not a friend, but definitely well known about
my anxiety guides me. i have no idea why i have it.
40 is gonna be a rough milestone