What is it like to HAVE attention deficit disorder?

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to experience ADD, and if you have ADD have you ever wondered what it’s like from someone elses shoes? Scrolling along I saw an open question about it, the thread was amazing with so many diverse answers, some experiences I share, some totally dissimilar. (I’d love to hear…

A Voice Disabled: The Muffling of PWD

It is a simple truth that to be disabled often means not having a voice in the world at large. No matter the disability. No matter when you develop it; genetic all the way to accident related, having disabilities puts your voice on mute* even in our home communities. Which is not to say people…

Kindness kindles a kerfuffle…

Silence is something I tend towards, but very often empathy is my driving factor towards trying to speak to others. So it’s rather painful for me when this backfires heartily and my empathy is instead interpreted as condescension. I don’t know how to avoid this, and I’m too socially inept to know how to navigate…

Flu-Feelings VRS Depression

There’s more than one type of weariness, and I’ve endured a variety of types of it. For the moment the kind I’m experiencing comes with a flu, but I have been thinking about the tired I felt with depression. When I’m tired I act depressed, that is my behaviour becomes similar to depression behaviour. Perhaps…

Being Discerning Rather Than “Judgmental”

Word-wise, and without additional context, people often don’t seem to make a distinction between passing judgment, and making assumptions. Using judgment colloquially there is very little difference, however, I think a distinction should be made between them. If we encourage people “not to judge” that should not be synonymous with “don’t assess”. Assessing is how…

Coffee I love you, but Stahp.

Dear Coffee, We’ve always had a bit of a rough relationship, you were often too bitter for me, but I sometimes sought you out for an odd secondary trait you possessed as a flavour, which seemed mildly enjoyable past the fact you were a tart and biting sort. I hated the smell of you, that…