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jackironsides:

thebibliosphere:

ADHD is such nonsense sometimes. I was worried my PMDD had escalated and was continuing into my cycle and that I’d never know the warmth of sunshine on my skin or the fresh taste of strawberries.

And then I decluttered the bedroom and removed something I’d been meaning to tackle for weeks and ah, I see. I am not in actual fact on the brink of a nervous breakdown, I was just visually overstimulated and my ADHD was doing the nervous system equivalent of a chihuahua shaking itself to death out of sheer nervous existence. As though I don’t have actual Horrors to be overwhelmed by but no, the chair in the corner that had become a dumping ground for all my stuff was my mental limit.

@lytefoot :

#oh god #and the best part is that you cant see the clutter on the chair #in fact chances are good the chair itself is totally invisible #your brain will not tell you what the problem is #its just standing there barking and youre like #whats that boy timmy fell down the well come on give me a hint #and its like no actually everything is just terrible forever #also you must become the worlds biggest bitch now

raccoonmilf:

raccoonmilf:

raccoonmilf:

raccoonmilf:

Chat, is it considered “abusive roommate behavior” to release a raccoon into the living space after you have asked your roommate for months to please clean up their messes (they do not pay any of the mortgage)

For context, when I used to live alone I would do something called “Princess Time” where I would do an initial sweep (to remove any significant hazards) and then I would release a raccoon into the living area and clean. This helped because I would 1) feel like a princess and 2) the raccoon would bring attention to things my ADHD brain had decided to ignore and I’d quickly clean that stuff up.

So like, if I’m expected to clean the house now, I will be doing it in the way that is most effective for me. And anything that has not been cleaned up after months of having sit-down talks and sending reminders and being promised things will change, might be deemed “trash” by the trash panda and thrown away.

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We haven’t done since we moved into the house, because I didn’t want to cause my roommate or their cats destress or have their things destroyed by a raccoon

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I am a raccoon biologist and one of the few people in the state allowed to take in captive bred raccoons that had been possessed illegally. The raccoon in the photos is Moonshine, but she is currently at the animal sanctuary where I work as I had been quarantining multiple new intakes from an abuse case. I still have two males (Rum Tum Tugger and Electra) left in my home enclosure as we are getting them neutered and then hopefully sending them to an AZA accredited zoo.

I wanna make things very clear that underneath all the whimsy, I am a trained professional.

apolloendymion:

apolloendymion:

thinking again about vampirism as disability

what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn’t go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn’t see the sun. what if you couldn’t go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn’t eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn’t eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones’ quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren’t met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they’re doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.