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PSA about ADHD

✦ADHD is not a personality quirk

- some things that tag along with ADHD are:

        ~sensory processing disorder

        ~executive dysfunction

        ~poor fine motor skills

        ~sensory overloads (that lead to meltdowns)

        ~sensory seeking (self stimming)

        ~hyperfixations

        ~moderate to severe memory problems

        ~Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria- is an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered by the perception that one is being rejected, teased, or criticized. The emotional response is complete with suicidal ideation and people suffering from RSD often get misdiagnosed with serious personality disorders. RSD is only seen in people with ADHD and the emotional sensitivity/reaction is much more severe than that of a neurotypical person.

✦Some other “fun” ADHD things! 

          ~inability to regulate emotions

          ~no concept of time

          ~noticeable public stimming (resulting in stares from neurotypicals) 

          ~no impulse control

          ~insomnia

          ~listen but cannot absorb what is being said 

          ~no volume control 

          ~increased inability to focus when emotional

          ~difficulty stopping a task and transitioning to the next 

          ~social anxiety

          ~higher levels on generalized anxiety

          ~extremely forgetful 

          ~”all or nothing” mentality  

@ neurotypicals- some things to be aware of: 

- you cannot hyperfixate. only people who are neurodivergent can hyperfixate. please don’t use that word when describing your latest obsession :-)

- please don’t stare at neurodivergent people who are stimming in public

- be respectful of those who actually need fidget toys so they can subtly stim in public 

- if we forget something you tell us it is not because we don’t care, we just have a million other thoughts racing through our mind and no way to filter through them. 

- please be gentle with us. no don’t tip toe around us and treat us like we aren’t human, but be aware that even offhand comments can trigger RSD. no we aren’t being too sensitive, our brains are wired differently than yours. 

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spiritspoken: 

                  he has no problems admitting the movie was bad. it was horrid, actually. aliens? in a mine? who the fuck—-point is, he doesn’t mind being called out on it. or calling himself out on it. ❝ fair enough. they certainly lack a certain spook factor. ❞ not everyone can handle horror. personally, he can’t imagine a life where he wasn’t utterly obsessed with the genre, but that’s just him. 

               ❝ oh, love me some milkshakes, ❞ a smirk before he smoothly slides into the booth across from him. he didn’t have any clue what he was going to get when he entered, but milkshakes are always a safe bet for him. ❝ and fries. i’ll pay for the fries, obviously, but i’ll split them with you. ❞ he’s not a big eater on his own, he knows he’s not going to finish a plate of fries. plus, any excuse to share food with a cute boy, right? 

                he taps his hands against the table as an attempt to keep himself active. he’s never been very good when it comes to sitting still. ❝ oh! shit, i’m being rude. ❞ sometimes he gets so carried away with his thoughts and what’s happening in the moment, he forgets his basic mannerisms. like introducing himself. 

                  ❝ hi, i’mlee, ❞ a beat, ❝ and i promise i’m a hell of a lot better actor than what i did in that movie. ❞ a cocky smirk before moving on, ❝ so you got a name or am i gonna just have to call you cute guy who bought me a milkshake? ❞

         baby doesn’t want to make him feel bad! but the movie being bad was its saving grace for baby. that’s what made it fun, he wanted to say, that it was a little silly. and he’d certainly gotten a little hot under the collar once or twice during the guy’s scenes. he couldn’t help it. baby gave a self-effacing chuckle. ❝ yeah, i’m... kind of a fraidy cat. ❞ blush.

        he smiles, still a little sheepish, still a little shy, but above all excited that his offer has been taken up. fries only serve to sweeten salt? the deal.  ❝ perfect. you don’t have to pay for the fries though. i mean, you can if you want, but... s’up to you. ❞ there. gentlemanly but not pushy. or at least that’s what he was trying for.

      baby watches the boy’s hands, fingers, trying to discern a rhythm from the tapping. it’s always been surprisingly easy for him, the world itself practically being an ongoing soundtrack. his eyes flick up, readying to focus on his companion, feet bouncing noiselessly beneath the table. ❝ no, it’s okay. not rude. i understand. ❞

       ❝ hi, ❞ baby drawls, cheeks pinking again. ❝ uh, you can call me baby. ❞  ... oh shit, right!  ❝ people call me baby, ❞ he clarifies, hurriedly. ❝ but you can–– ❞ no, don’t go there that fast. ❝ uh... yeah. b-a-b-y, baby. it’s ah–– it’s real nice to meet you. ❞

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So what is it you do? I’m a driver.

Baby Driver (2017)

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tag drop!

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wayfelt:

spiritspoken:

              when he enters, he takes a moment to take everything in. how many people there were, where they were, where the exits are—it’s a paranoid fueled habit he never could seem to break. not that it was necessarily bad, either, he’d always be safe. focus falls down to his phone as he makes his way towards an empty booth before he’s stopped. 

                 oh—-he’s cute, so far so good. a smile was already apparent, but it only gets wider with the mention of the movie. definitely not a movie he usually gets recognized for seeing as it was some indie b movie horror. not his best, hell it hit so many tropes he hated as a horror fanatic. not that he can say he hates it, it did help get him where he’s at now. 

                   a laugh escapes before he gives three very quick nods. ❝ yeah, ❞ he rubs the back of his neck, ❝ definitely—-did that movie. ❞ it’s not hard to recognize the regret in his voice, but it’s also laced with a sense of amusement.  

                  ❝ you, ah, you one of those people that’s into bad horrors? ❞ no judgment intended, god only knows he’s spent enough time watching the worst of the worst movies. thanks netflix.

          the corner of baby’s mouth tugs up at the guy’s smile and he bashfully tries to hide it. he looks down, over the counter, down again until he’s beaten back the knee-jerk curve of his lips. it’s not gone completely, but he’s got his normal smile, small, tight-lipped, as opposed to the goofy, toothy grin that threatened to spring forth just seconds ago.

         he nods, a little sheepishly, but half eager, given that the conversation seems on track to continue. as much as he’d usually prefer not to, baby presses the pause button on his headphones–– janelle stops singing abruptly–– and plucks the remaining bud from his ear. he’ll finish the song later, though he presses the toe of his sneaker into the arch of each foot, and lightly presses his nails into his palms. he needs to ground when he stops a song before its time. it’s just how things are.

       ❝ yeah… not that–––!  i mean, it wasn’t… ❞ a small sigh before the admission, ❝ they scare me less. ❞  he bites his bottom lip. again, not an ideal situation. much more of a risk than he’d usually like, but the guy’s just standing in the aisle and baby is fast only when he has wheels. if the bad movie thing sunk him, he may as well find out now.

       ❝ buy you a milkshake? or, you know… ❞ blt? burger? tuna salad? grilled cheese? anything? please? ❝ whatever …you’re having. ❞ 

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wayfelt:

@spiritspoken gets a thing!

       baby sits at a booth at the diner, earbuds loud (enough to drown out the jukeboxes, anyway) but not overpoweringly so. he’s near the door, sitting in the row that faces it, eyes unfocused but fixed ahead of him. a cup of coffee sits in front of him, still steaming even though it’s been at least fifteen minutes since the waitress dropped it off. (right?) baby taps his foot, lifting it purposefully on the downbeat so he can bring it back down again–– a satisfying rhythm.

bands they make her dance apocalyptic now/bands they make her dance a-poc-a-lyptic ; bands they make her dance apocalyptic now/bands they make her dance a-poc-a-lyptic !

                                             the door opens.

    baby looks: he’s here people watching or killing time, something like that. he’s surprised to recognize the face that strides in. he can’t recall the name but he remember’s the guy’s face–– good. a good face. cute. (blush creeps into rounded cheeks). but he remembers it twisted with fear. terror, actually. 

                                            wait, what?

janelle monáe releases a squeak in his ear and he turns, kneeling on the booth, popping one earbud out. he remembers now. 

      waiting for help. something like that, anyway. a horror movie with a low score on netflix: his kind of scene. the big ones, the real ones, he doesn’t like. he realizes he’s also seen this guy on posters and in trailers, and it seems his career has taken off a bit, meaning the movies are no longer baby’s speed.

“–––hey,” he says once the man is past him, but not out of earshot. “i know you. um, down in the mine. i mean–––– waiting for, um. waiting for help.” a beat. “right?”