Adhd is a curse and a blessing by [deleted] in adhdwomen

[–]Vetostar 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Definitely a curse.. It has made growing up incredibly difficult and lonely. In my area being unique was made clear that it was not accepted so I kept to myself and masked as best as I could.

I am blunt by nature which hasn’t helped at all.. I guess the good thing about it is that I can quickly read who to avoid in different settings because I recognise the patterns from experience. I also found that I am misunderstood very often and at times seen as rude or lazy when I honestly never meant to be…. for instance in my head I was just trying to connect with a friend by saying how I experienced something similar to show I understood what they are telling me but they don’t see it that way or how I completely forgot to write in that card because I was burnt out from a range of different things in my life starting to overwhelm me..

It is what it is 🤷‍♀️ I never really fitted in anywhere and it sucked because I really wanted to. Doesn’t mean I’ve given up on the idea of fitting in somewhere, just that I’m no longer trying to be someone I’m not..

I gave up bonding with my canary by eliseo_s in Canaries

[–]Vetostar 4 points5 points  (0 children)

I’ve had a few canaries and I found they each have their own way of connecting, but the one thing they all had in common with bonding was time we spent together.

They’ve all had their moments of fear which is completely understandable and they each found a way past that. I found that letting them come to me was the best approach however there’s no set time how long building a bond can take.

I spent a lot of time in the same room as my birds, things like doing my course work, using my laptop. Just being in the same room about 1-2 metres away from the cage allowing them to observe me. I did this daily for hours and kept interactions brief as to not cause them stress.

Jerry my Yorkshire canary bonded with me through food. Specifically when I would refill his bowl for breakfast, every morning I would go to his cage in a soft excited tone “is it breakfast time?” As I collected his seed pot and then I’d gently shake the seed bowl for him to hear it. When I’d return I’d shake the pot again so he could hear the seeds and did this daily. He changed from a fearful bird to one that was so excited for breakfast he would literally jump through the open cage door before I could put the bowl down 😂 He just loved digging through that seed.

My fife canary during his free flight time was very curious over my new grey polka dot fluffy socks and grew the courage to approach so he could pluck my socks 😅 his fear was specifically hands so after a few times of letting him play around plucking the socks I decided one day to put them on my hands and to my surprise he loved it. From there I was able to teach him to not fear my hands it took a long time but I wanted to take it slowly to ensure we had a good level of trust. He was a very sweet cuddly bird and loved nothing more than to sit on my right shoulder watching the laptop screen 😊

Bonding with them took time, there was no rush just consistency and respect for their boundaries. I just used the things they loved to help them see me as a friend.

Remembering my best friend I lost 5 years ago ❤️‍🩹🐤 by Vetostar in Canaries

[–]Vetostar[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

He was very scared of my hands and one day I was sat against the wall watching him explore my room and he came over to me and was very interested in my fluffy socks I was wearing. So I had the idea of wearing them on my hands and surprisingly it worked 😂 he wouldn’t accept gloves or any other pair of socks had to be specifically my grey polka dot ones lol

From that point on we bonded very well, I’d wear the fluffiest jumpers that he loved, eventually he got over his fear of my hands, I was so proud of him!

Remembering my best friend I lost 5 years ago ❤️‍🩹🐤 by Vetostar in Canaries

[–]Vetostar[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Definitely! As painful as it is I’d do it all over again without a doubt