Good evening, lovely people. Anyone in Dublin going to the Pride Alley on Friday?
π³οΈββ§οΈ π² π³οΈβπ
*Will not boost image focused posts with no alt text*
Trans Lives Matter, BLM, AntiFacist all the way!
Also:
@WDC
@TroopersHockey
@deirdrebeth
#AltText:
Profile: me sitting on a dry grass hill in a short teal dress and lilac knee socks, laughing as I'd just rolled down the hill, by Michele DeNu Hamilton.
Header: two of my 17 Mar 2025 full moon shots overlaid so you can see detail of both trees and moon.
All Socials | deirdrebeth |
Pronouns | She/Her |
Just My Toots | https://justmytoots.com/@deirdrebeth@mas.to |
Good evening, lovely people. Anyone in Dublin going to the Pride Alley on Friday?
π³οΈββ§οΈ π² π³οΈβπ
If you are autistic and experience sensory overload, depression is a common response for me apparently, and having the absolute best day of my entire life made it extremely hard to see it end.
Sadly, days like that donβt last forever, and we have to keep moving forward, but I will always carry this memory with me as the best day Iβve ever had.
#ActuallyAutistic #Autism #Autistic #Depression #MentalHealth
If you're breathing, you have more right with you than wrong with you.
Hold tight to that.
So, I've just done the final boss battle of ADHD diagnosis - a journey I started many moons ago. After the ASD diagnostic process, which I didn't enjoy, this was a lot more gentle and affirming, and I've come away feeling relief and a general sense of positivity. I have no idea what it means going forwards, but it gives me another major puzzle piece that helps make some sense of it all and crucially - again - some validation that dispels that awful horrible feeling that I'm somehow wired up wrong or broken. That I came out wrong and don't fit in the world. I'm sure if you're reading this, some people will relate hard to this. So I did a Big Cry and it's going to take a minute to know how I feel about it all. So I'm now an AuDHD (an anagram of 'uh...dad!').
New paragraph for no reason. Of course it is blindingly obvious from my thoughts and behaviour and the incessant erratic posting on Fedi, but there's always a voice that says this is just a strange coincidence.
I don't feel particularly more validated than with the ASD diagnosis or really any more since that initial psych assessment that was the first time a professional told me I'm unquestionably neurodivergent. That was the key turning in the lock that started me able to deal with a lot of pain.
I'm now in uncharted territory.
There's a sense that I'm expected to try out some medication, which I have to be physically assessed for. I'm interested and anything that can tame the savage beast inside my head is welcome, but I am content with the answer for now.
At the risk of sounding like a pious knowitall, whilst diagnosis was important to me, I really believe that if you think you're neurodivergent, because you recognise thoughts and behaviours from others who also are, then you almost certainly are. It's not a cool club that people are desperate to be part of. It's people who want to make sense of a thing inside that doesn't make sense. And you don't need someone else to tell you how you are or how you should identify. So whilst this is a relief to me, if someone who hasn't been through this process tells me they're ND, I respect that just as much. It's a long and quite painful process and I wouldn't recommend it unless you feel you have to.
Sorry - I know this is an overshare but I'm quite raw still. In short - thank you very much to people that have and continue to support me through this journey. It really does mean the world to me. β€οΈ
When I was buying groceries the other day, I noticed that the cashier reminded me of an online friend I have known for years. And I got to thinking, what if my friend worked as a cashier at a grocery store? Customers would then see her, watch her scan items and pack them dutifully, hear her small pleasantries as they paid, and then leave and think no more about her. Nothing in that transaction would give them the slightest clue about her boundless creativity, her rich mind, her deep heart, all of which I have grown to admire and love. They would have no idea what an amazing person she is.
And then I wondered if perhaps my cashier today was in fact an amazing person and I simply had no idea. And now I am contemplating the notion that every person we see, that we pass by without a thought, might similarly amaze us with their depth and their wonder, if we only had the time and opportunity to learn them. I am left with a sense of being surrounded by invisible riches.
The new redirect when you search β‘οΈ https://climate.gov/
Yikes... βΉοΈ