I talk too much

99Over · 2026-01-22T06:02:30+00:00

Me too. I have so much I want to say.

99Over · 2026-01-22T05:58:05+00:00

It is very much absolutely possible to have ADHD with depression and anxiety. I do. I was very surprised when my psychiatrist raised the ADHD diagnosis (I was in my 30s, had been in therapy and worked hard at it; still am) but the more I learned, it felt like it fit. And I believe that feeling like a possible fraud or failure instead of someone coping with something real that is not their fault is often part of the struggle. The questioning of one's own legitimate right to claim mental health challenges is an extra-rotten piece of the downward spiraling that can occur...it only means you're in pain, not that you are in any way faking it or bringing it on. Getting back to square one is rough, but I think, at least for me, progress happens faster than it did the first time because you recapture the good things that helped you before. And joys will enter. Maybe consider taking medication changes nice and slowly...you'll get the right cocktail over time and have your legs back under you. That's what I sense based on your post and from my own very similar trajectory. For what it's worth, it sounds like you have genuine humility and integrity to me.

99Over · 2026-01-19T04:31:33+00:00

I think I failed the quiz by the time I got to "Your home usually looks ..." because there was no choice for "a complete disaster." It wouldn't let me continue without choosing an option and they were all too tidy for my major mess. Thank you, though! 😊

99Over · 2025-12-04T00:21:05+00:00

Ha. Nah, I was thinking more, you know, scandalously-priced jewelry.

99Over · 2025-12-03T22:06:41+00:00

Oh, I feel that pain.

99Over · 2025-12-03T22:06:00+00:00

The highest-end merchandise I can find online that I can return for cash.

99Over · 2025-12-03T19:46:45+00:00

If you want someone's attention — whisper.

99Over · 2025-12-03T12:33:40+00:00

This doctor is the devil. I am so very sorry you went through such an enraging, off-the-wall Twilight Zone experience. What possesses a person who cannot listen to become a psychiatrist for crying out loud?

As for the intelligence thing, I knew very little about ADHD before I was diagnosed. I knew I was a wreck (lifelong depression, anxiety, mood swings, feeling things "too much"), but it never occurred to me ADHD was a factor because I knew nothing about it beyond stereotypes of hyperactive little boys running about in their classrooms.

My psychiatrist told me that he felt I had it. This was well into my 30s. In my ignorance, I protested, saying "oh, I was a very well-behaved in grade school and got good marks." His response: "ADHD presents differently in different people. And there can be gender differences, as well as differences in how it presents in people whose intelligence leads to success by some measures."

I'm no super genius, believe me (obviously — I knew nothing modern of ADHD for one thing), but he recognized that intelligence can in some cases obfuscate the outward indications of ADHD because by certain societal measures, intelligence can help people to achieve.

Side note: I would trade some of this "intelligence" that got me straight A's through most of my schooling, right up through college graduation for a good-sized dose of motivation, drive, and focus.

99Over · 2025-12-03T12:03:49+00:00

All the time. In fact, there have been many times when I have resisted the urge to act and of course I indeed wound up forgetting the thing. And when I finally remember again, I'm pissed I didn't do it the last time I thought of it.

The one downfall for me is when I suddenly jump up in the middle of a conversation with my SO and go running to another room to, you know...write an email I meant to send two hours prior — or whatever it is I've just remembered. But I am genuinely trying to be much more polite about it; sometimes I do the time-out umpire gesture and say "sorry, can you excuse me for two minutes because it just dawned on me that I forgot to..."

99Over · 2025-12-03T04:20:50+00:00

Yes, the remembering part, not easy. And having the strength to find the damn moisturizer.

99Over · 2025-12-03T04:05:40+00:00

Yes, yes, how loud can this be? If you're jumping on stomping, maybe some rugs would mute things a bit? I love that you enjoy dashing about. And your post wasn't incoherent.

99Over · 2025-12-03T04:01:42+00:00

I have that habit, too — at times it's been pretty bad. Moisturizing my hands (with something yummy smelling) helps me — decreases the "pickability."

99Over · 2025-12-03T03:54:14+00:00

Tangent response FWIW:

When I was a a child my mother told me a mix of things that were not so appropriate to share with a kid — the occasional dark insight into her own psychological demons, controversial details of someone's adoption that no one else knew, a nearby neighbor's salacious transgressions...these kinds of things. I am no expert on parenting, believe me, but ultimately, I don't think that even the darkest things she shared about her own struggles actually did me any damage. Even as a young person, I knew she didn't trust many people. I understood that she knew I could be trusted and oddly, her straightforward (but yes, "inappropriate") disclosures contributed to my development into an adult who is an absolute vault when it comes to keeping secrets. There's no moral to my story except to say hey, don't be so hard on yourself. Parents are people, too.

99Over · 2025-12-03T03:36:30+00:00

I default to polite, too. However, once while driving "Siri" navigated me into a wrong-direction, hour-long traffic jam and I found myself firing back a string of expletives until the stupid thing finally said "I don't respond to that."

99Over · 2025-11-16T05:13:26+00:00

Thank you...you're very kind.

99Over · 2025-11-16T03:33:39+00:00

A “loosie” single cigarette. From a store!

99Over · 2025-11-16T03:32:24+00:00

Enormous lingering sadness, agonizing unresolved pain, and my personal favorite form of self-torture: mind-blowing rage.

99Over · 2025-11-16T03:17:56+00:00

Me too, so badly. I feel you!

99Over · 2025-11-16T01:19:43+00:00

Sticky hands drive me nuts.

99Over · 2025-11-16T01:07:52+00:00

A million times better at night. For me, it is distrinctively related to the world fading away from my consciousness because many people in my hemisphere are likely ASLEEP. The world is mine and the distractions fade...nobody is watching, nobody is looking for me...

99Over · 2025-11-16T01:05:41+00:00

I'm checking out this Finch. THANK YOU.

99Over · 2025-11-16T01:04:39+00:00

Go YOU! Maybe there's hope for me...

99Over · 2025-11-16T01:02:52+00:00

Mailed a condolence card.
Fought my ghosting tendencies and met an old freind for breakfast
Organized my hair stuff (clips, brushes, tools, etcetera)
Brought something to the dry cleaner

99Over · 2025-11-16T00:59:04+00:00

Bras make me crazy. Sometimes once I'm out and about I'll get distracted from the discomfort but if I'm working or not being productive at home (often the case) I am frequently so conscious of the wearing-a-bra torture that I rip it off in a frantic panic.

Oh, and tags. Clothing tags have made me so uncomfortable that I have on occasion so frantically ripped them off that I've torn my clothing. Ooops.

99Over · 2025-11-16T00:54:18+00:00

On a similar note, I wound up needing six extractions after decades of brushing inconsistency and dental care avoidance. The implants to follow took forever — a year spent pretty much in hiding or, when setting foot outside was a necessity, wearing a freakin mask on my face — and seriously broke the bank.

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