"If someone talked to you, the way you do to you, I'd put their teeth through. Love yourself." - IDLES As a teacher, I've found that it's very easy to be compassionate about other people's differences, but it's difficult to extend that grace to myself. And this is not because I'm being disingenuous about other people, but because I have a tendency to gaslight myself (probably because I've been gaslit somehow by someone else). Something that might be a reason for someone else is an excuse for me, because it's easier for me to believe that I'm just failing at life, rather than someone who might also need compassion or even accommodations. Case in point: I have long believed that I might have inattentive ADHD. I know, I know, the internet is not a substitute for an official diagnosis, but the fact that I so strongly identify with everything I have read about the condition, and that I remember exhibiting many of these symptoms from a young ag...
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