I think about this blog a lot. And then I don't open it and post anything. Why not? I guess I'm a little embarrassed. Since my Diagnosis, it's felt both a relief and an embarrassment to recognise my ADHD traits and behaviours as such. Oh right, overshare? predictable, sympathy/judgement. The poor misfortunate gobshite. I like this space - a dark little pretty room, a comfortable safe space. Cleaner and nicer with nothing in it, though. Thinking about my old blog, and what a study in ADHD it was. Overtalking, oversharing, overbonding, so much RSD with every negative comment. The struggles of parenthood, my daughter's ASD diagnosis and all the horror that led up to it. All my failure and guilt. I should delete it, probably. But I've been deleting so much of myself, recently. Friendship, romance, sex, aspirations, creativity, loneliness. It's easier to feel guilty about feeling nothing than about failing in what you want, maybe. This is considered cowardly, a m...
