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  • For sure.

    I didnt really realize how different my family was from other people for a long time. I don’t know most of them well enough to know what the prevelance of neurodiversion is. It’s just too hard to say why each of them went where they did… but at least with my dad, his behaviours and mine are alike enough that I can guess I got my ADHD from him. He died a long while back so I can’t know for sure… but he was always all over the place. He even died in a different country on vacation!




  • Yup.

    To clarify I have ADHD, my dad definitely also had it, and my mother has neurodivergent signs as well. My whole family is scattered across the continents, though. My dad was a novelty seeker (as am I) but our reasons for leaving are due to a change in political climate (and the uncertainty that caused)

    My sister lives in the origin country, but all of her children have left, each one having gone to a different country (and not where I ended up)

    Third edit: one example of why I think my mother shows neurodivergent signs: she won’t eat salad in the winter. She thinks you’re not supposed to. (She grew up where leafy greens were not available during the winter time, but has internalized that as a rule even though she lives somewhere that lettuce is available year round)




  • My body is part of me, as is my mind. Whichever part of myself remains, is me. If I am brain-dead, the body on life support is me. If only my mind remains, that’s me. If they are seperated, but alive in one way or another, then each of those parts are also me

    Though, for the record, I’d rather not be a brain in a jar nor hooked up to machines to breath. In both of those cases, given the choice, I’d chose death

    As far as how little remains of me (or a thing) even if all that remains of me is a single cell. That’s still me.

    I’d take it even further than that, actually because I’ve given this way too much thought in the past. I don’t have the mental fortitude to type it all out atm, but: I will happily argue that you are me, and I am you, and we are all temporary parts of a greater whole, operating as individuals on borrowed time with borrowed resources.

    It depends on how much you want to zoom in/out. At a certain point one becomes the same as the other, like soup. Still, that soup wouldn’t taste the same without it’s individual ingredients, and each spice has it’s own flavor- even if there’s so little of it left, that no one can even taste it




  • I think that lil’ kick some of us get is what divides people with adhd into the successful and unsucessful groups. Both suck, both are not our faults, but I’m glad to be able to eventually get stuff done even if it feels like I’m shortening my lifespan

    I have a close friend who has inattentive adhd and he has a baaaaad time at life. He “lets” all the deadlines fly by and falls into depressions because of it. Got kicked out of school, ended up homeless for a while, finally recovered but then couldn’t deal with credit cards, managed to get on his feet again and find a woman who supported him, but then she dumped him because he forgot to get her from the hospital. He’s finally kind of ok, has a job and lives with his mom (at 40). I keep trying to get him to get back on meds but he says he can’t afford the visit. He can’t get through the paperwork for disability, either. He isn’t stupid, we have great in-depth conversations and he’s witty af. He just really… can’t

    I mention all that to illustrate what I mean by successful vs unsucessful. I’ve asked him if he gets the: ShitIHaveToDoThisAllRightNow! kick and he doesn’t. Task pressure just paralyzes him