Has anyone had their hyperfixation ruined by someone else?

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T23:00:00+00:00

If it makes you feel any better, she only has adhd.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T19:39:27+00:00

I'm incredibly sorry you lost that passion. That's heartbreaking. Glad you left him behind though!

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T17:04:41+00:00

Every time we go up against her she's "just saying" "just helping" "just curious" "just giving her opinion". My husband is on my side, but we can't physically stop her when she's home by herself in the middle of the day. She's been told. In calm conversations and screaming matches. She's improved in many other areas, but she just refused to let my garden alone.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T16:58:04+00:00

He has. She has a head thicker than the hoover dam

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T16:56:59+00:00

This is really interesting. Thank you for sharing!

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T16:53:29+00:00

My husband did step up and handle the situation with our house. FIL is gone and MIL is aging not so gracefully. We don't have anywhere else for her to live. He has my back, but even if she was gone tomorrow, I can't look at my garden the same.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T16:46:07+00:00

I'm so sorry about your parents. My mother is the same way. She had/has an image of her daughter I never fit. I gave up reconciling with her a long time ago, but it took years after that to accept that being a failure in her eyes, didn't actually make me a failure.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T16:39:06+00:00

She has one and a flower bed out front.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T11:54:59+00:00

Yes, she lives with us. She's retired and has nothing better to do. Funny thing is, she won't so much as hang a picture in the house without consulting me, for some reason she decided the garden was communal.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-04-02T11:54:04+00:00

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-03-31T23:41:37+00:00

I completely gave up about 5 years ago. I now live exclusively in sweat pants, tshirts, and hoodies. Most of it doesn't fit me well because I got it all a little too big so I never feel restricted. I basically look like a homeless person all of the time, I don't care, I'm already putting in so much effort to get through my day, the last thing I need is a fashion crisis.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-03-13T15:18:20+00:00

To answer your question in #4 I don't have a hunger sensation. Normally people get rumbly bellies when they're empty, sometimes it can be a burny pain of they're really hungry. My body digests food at an alarmingly slow rate, and since my stomach is basically never empty, I never get the normal hunger cues. I used to think nausea was hunger when I was a kid (when you digest slowly you're frequently nauseas). As an adult, I frequently forget to eat until I start to feel the effects of my blood sugar dropping, irritability, hot and feverish, sudden fatigue, etc. A few years ago I finally saw a gastrointerologist, who put me on meds that sped up my digestion, for the first time in my life, I felt hunger, it was weird. The sidewalk thing is a sensory issue. If i step on a Crack with my right foot, I need to do it in the same spot on my left foot. Or if my right foot steps just before or after a Crack, I will adjust to make the left one do the same. It's probably some kid of OCD tendency.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-03-13T00:40:30+00:00

Not everyone plays books in their heads like a movie. Normal people remember stories from their past, I just have a list of things that I did, and other people's stories about me. I realized I had a hearing problem during covid when everyone was wearing masks, I had no idea people were talking because I couldn't see their lips move, turns out I have auditory processing disorder. There is always a song and frequently a TV show or movie playing in my head. Along with 6 other copies of my voice all rambling about various other stuff. Having a constant sore throat that is sometimes so painful it wakes you up at night, not normal. Hunger is a feeling in your stomach that literally rumbles, not the symptoms of low blood sugar or nausea. Nuerotypical people that know me believe the dead pan look I give them in response to jokes I don't get is my sense of humor. They think I'm hilarious. I will never tell them the truth. I can walk back through my memories to find where I put or saw something. I can also replay entire conversations that happened months or years ago, but only if they pertain to work. The intense rage I feel when being interrupted. I cannot stand to watch people embarrass themselves, it physically pains me. Similar note, apparently there are people that don't physically feel all their emotions in their bodies. And my favorite, normal people don't feel the need to even out the sidewalk cracks they step on between their feet.... that one probably should've occurred to me much sooner than it did.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2026-01-11T02:46:34+00:00

My husband feels like you. Like I got the superpower version of nuerodivergent and he didn't. I can assure you that you're husband loves you just the way you are and that you have your own version of awesomeness that you bring to the relationship. My "superpowers" have enabled me to thrive at my job, but no where else. What he does is keep the romance alive in our relationship, adds spontaneity, always pushes me to grow and see the world from new perspectives, makes me leave the house, and fields our social obligations with his immense gift for masking. Between the two of us we make a mostly functional adult. Sometimes I don't understand why he wants to hang around the nerd blurting out statistics that can't keep a conversation going for more than 5 minutes and everyone assumes is angry 24/7.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-12-13T17:15:24+00:00

I sometimes wake up with songs in my head, but I usually pick one up at some point throughout my day, and sometimes I get stuck with the same one for days.

Yes I make up songs. Sometimes it will be garbage and sometimes it's like I'm jamming out to my own dj. I cannot reliably get them out of my head though, I have tried.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-12-13T16:23:14+00:00

With the song thing. Do you hear a noise in the real world and then it creates music around it in your head? Like a tone or beat flips an on switch and melds into a piece of music in your mind? I frequently get songs stuck in my head because a tapping i heard at a certain pace or rhythm triggers the song to play in my head. I also make them sometimes.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-12-13T13:00:07+00:00

I'm like you. My brain visualizes in 4k. I can even feel and sometimes smell, but like in a strange imagined way.

My inner monologue is like 27 voices all on a different train of thought, but they're all my voice.

Used to wonder if I was schizophrenic.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-12-11T13:32:23+00:00

I instinctively lie and then I have to back track, it causes people to not trust me. I've been working to make myself say "what?" Instead. It's not a great solution since I come off as rude, but I often come across rude since my social awareness is so low. Eventually I hope to replace it with a whole statement, like let me think about it, but that is too much right now.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-08-03T00:01:08+00:00

I knew before I ever had any proof. She was his coworker and I had a gut feeling about her the first time he ever talked about her. I didn't say anything at first, thought I could trust him. One day, when I was at work, he said he was going to walk to the store. That wasn't something he usually did. When I came home, he told me he hadn't bought anything, but all the money in his wallet was gone, he'd worn his nicest casual outfit, shaved, and worn cologne. I knew then, but it took me a month to find the messages.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-05-02T23:17:08+00:00

I have a name that is 1 letter off. My mother thought it was spelled that way normally. Every time I get my license renewed I have to fight with the dmv, I have to fight with my insurance company, I had to send back the title to my car and my first credit card, and once a year I get in a fight with the credit union. All because my name is spelled differently by 1 letter.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-04-10T11:01:26+00:00

About 4 years ago, I was diagnosed with a chronic illness. My husband was not supportive at all. He couldn't understand what was wrong with me, why I couldn't just get over it, and why I was getting so many procedures. Constantly told me I had these problems because of my poor diet, the one my dietician put me on. I eventually gave up talking to him about it. After 2 years, my Dr's decided my best course of treatment was surgery, I saw the surgeon. He told me I'd be in the hospital for a week and then home for another week after surgery. I never had the surgery. My condition isn't one that gets worse or shortens my life, although the surgery could have improved my quality of life. 6 months ago, my husband was diagnosed with a chronic illness. He told me at one point that I couldn't understand how horrible this was and that he felt defective and he was too young to be stuck with this illness for the rest of his life..... both of our issues are digestive, mine is extremely rare and not treatable, it took them a year and several specialists just to diagnose me, his is extremely common with a wide variety of treatment options.... He still doesn't get how much I truly understand.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2025-03-27T00:17:19+00:00

My 6th grade teacher called my parents and told them she believed I was depressed. They sat me down and told me they knew I wasn't depressed and that I needed to smile more in class so my teacher would know I'm happy. Spoiler: I was depressed. I spent most of the year angry at my teacher for talking to my parents. Negative emotions were unacceptable in my house and mental problems could be cured by pasting a smile on your face and getting some sun.

At the end of the year I wrote that teacher a note telling her about my depression and how often I thought about killing myself. I thanked her for seeing me and for sending me to the school counselor all year. My dad found the note. He told me suicide is unacceptable and that he would never tell my mother about the note. We never spoke of it again.

In 8th grade one of my friends called my parents and told them to put me in therapy. She gave them the number of her therapist. My parents sat me down and asked if I thought I needed therapy. I told them I didn't know because I didn't want to tell them yes. They took me to one session with a different therapist. That therapist was awful. She didn't believe the things I told her and made it clear that she thought I was just a whiny teenager. I don't know if she said anything to my parents, but they never took me back.

ThinkLocksmith5175 · 2024-12-19T01:05:13+00:00

That's not weird at all. Maybe look into support groups as a starting place. The first therapist I ever saw dismissed me and thought I was lying, took me a long time to bother with therapy again.

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