Wednesday, 13 August 2025

Being a woman with ADHD

 Dear Reader, 

I am seething in anger and rage at this world, at myself and at others. Why is my life not my responsibility yet? why do I as a woman have to constantly ask permission from either the world or someone else to do anything in my own fucking life????

Safety itself is used as an excuse nowadays to control and restrict the freedom of woman, you don't have any other excuse so you use safety as one instead and throw randomised data and one goddamn fucking article you read at people's faces.

If the world is so fucking unsafe then men should not be let out of their homes and let them have a time restriction since they are the perpetrators instead. Its like the moment you were born as a woman it was a disadvantage. you can't do this, you can't do that, you can't fucking breathe. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO DECIDE MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am filled with an intense amount of rage, which of course if I express I become too fucking logical and emotional for you to handle right!!

As someone with ADHD traits I am angry at myself and the world. at myself for not showing up on time even though it seems like the simplest of things, it's like not being able to calculate myself and seeing other do it with much ease. I got irritated and annoyed at myself even when others were not. It does not happen just once, but multiple times and the world is not designed for neurodivergents and the life style of a neurotypical is so ingrained into people's head that you think it is normal and common and everyone should FUCKING BE THIS WAY, BE ABLE TO SLEEP CERTAIN HOURS WAKE UP ON TIME, GO TO THE GYM, GET 10 HOURS OF PRODUCTIVITY BULLSHIT DONE,  GET A FUCKING WILL TO LIVE, HAVE A PURPOSE AND THEN COME BACK , HAVE A SKINCARE, HAIRCARE, BODYCARE FUCKING ROUTINE AND 10 OTHER BULLSHIT ROUTINES THAT I DO NOT NEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everything has a deadline that I cannot seem to keep up with, then I am blamed and internalise this shame and get frustrated with myself. WHY AM I LIVING ACCORDING TO THE STANDARDS OF OTHERS??? Isn't this my life...












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