The real thing with ADHD is not “I forgot”, but that forgetting is this ongoing process. I remembered! And then I forgot.
At ten this (hypothetical) morning I remembered that I have a meeting at six. And then from 11 through 3 I worked on other stuff and had zero thoughts about that meeting. Maybe even thought about what I was gonna do with my evening at home. Got attached to the idea of taking the time to make a good dinner, maybe play some video games.
And then at three I said, “Oh! Fuck!” and remembered again, hopefully long enough to set an alarm. And then I went to the bathroom and remembered that I need to clean the counter and spent twenty minutes cleaning the bathroom and went to get a snack and then at five I said, “OH! FUCK!” and had to scramble to dress like a real adult and get out the door.
It isn’t one clean forgetting. It’s a constant process of forgetting and then, with an exhausting adrenaline spike, remembering. And then forgetting. Baby, I can forget the same thing more times in a day than you ever forgot your parents’ anniversary.
It’s Thanksgiving in the USA! And as tomorrow is Native American Heritage Day, I will recommend that if you are able, donate to:
Dig Deep: Dig Deep works to provide running water to Navajo communities without water sources! digdeep.org
The Coalition to Stop Violence Against Native Women: an organization endeavoring to stop violence against Native women and children through social change. csvanw.org
Native Seeds/SEARCH: an organization run by Tohono O'odham people that supports Indigenous agriculture! They have a marvelous variety of desert-hardy seeds (which in my experience grow well in the Eastern U.S. too!) or you can donate directly to the organization. nativeseeds.org
I’ve donated to all three of these organizations for a few years now and I think they’re hugely important!
Have a pleasant day as November draws to a close!
Going to add that the Trust for Public Land is a great organization I’ve worked with in the past and they’re doing a huge land back initiative in Maine for the Penobscot Nation!
Even if you were a difficult child, you didn’t deserve to be hurt.
Anonymous:
that adhd feel of being in physical pain when someone over corrects you mispeaking one time in conversation, like I don't care if I got the facts slightly wrong, that's not the point and I was only slightly wrong don't be mad
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
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