People joke about ADHD all the time, even swear up and down they totally think they also have it, but then if you ask for an accommodation, to please please please provide things in fucking writing, EXACTLY what they want and need, you will even work it out WITH them, like they promised they would do — repeatedly over and over, and then you don't get it people really will fucking be like:
I am using the incorrect bathroom (TM) to place my shelving and store my things. Homegirl literally removed various sundries and toiletries from a CLOSED CABINET and SHELF because she's interested in boundaries and accountability for my mess.
I said months ago I wanted to improve things for her comfort level and needed a written list of what precisely that fucking looked like in order to achieve it and not miss anything she deemed important. I explained how ADHD works, why I needed a written reference. Why I had to have it laid out, and if something needed changing we needed to write it all out. I would've made the list myself, but they said they would make it for the whole house to hold up their end of things. And, thinking this was a very reasonable adult solution to keeping the house in good shape, I said okay, come up with the list of expectations and what is needed and that way we can update how we handle chores. Awesome. I will do that to uphold my end.
No list ever gets made or drafted or anything despite my bringing it up, knowing we need to do it, but I DO get berated for failing to meet expectations and boundaries that were never fucking provided or delivered and include "don't store toiletries in this particular bathroom because I don't like it."
I can't believe I am a goddamn adult who gets treated like an idiot child for expecting adult communication instead of snide ass passive aggressive bullshit and basic respect for my things.
Because when I fucking get home, my shelving has been removed and a cabinet emptied of my things and placed in the "correct" bathroom.
🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
Oh shit she solved it, this doesn't look cluttered at all!
What a vast improvement to storing things in appropriate storage!
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If you could have any superpower what would it be?
if you could meet any DC Comics character who ISN’T a Green Lantern, who would it be?
Have you seen the Justice League cartoon that was made c. 2005? 🥺
What’s your favorite color?
If you had your power from #1, which fictional supervillain (from any media) would you fight & why?
1.green lantern ring. it is sooo fucking op, i could do literally anything with it. catch a spider lurking in my room? ring. too lazy to wash dishes? ring. can't figure out how much i should tip? ring. and if the ring doesn't count i would choose shape shifting 👍
2. hmmmmmm i honestly don't want to meet any of these bitches i feel like i would get turbo killed just by being in their vicinity, but tora bc she's niceys.
3. justice league unlimited? i've seen clips of it here and there but i've never actually sat down and watched it! just one of those "oh i should watch this" and then i never do type shows
4. u guys are never going to believe this but its green. my favourite color is green. <- (victim of cosmic irony)
5. i mean the joker is an easy pull i would kill the joker on sight no questions asked even without powers. other than that hmmmmm madara from naruto bc he's hot. intricate rituals etc etc
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Ep. 10 - Like the rolling waves
My beloved fellow souls,
welcome back to Danbi’s Room, your weekly dose of safe space. Go grab a cup of something warm and get yourself cosy.
I hope you had a nice week! I’m very sorry, but this time I will again have to present you a re-elaborated version of an old piece, as these past days I’ve been a bit busy and unfortunately I’ve struggled again with severe anxiety and such. If that happens to you as well, remember that it’s gonna pass and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of. And you can always come to me, I’m here.
I hope you like this piece!
Sometimes it happens. Sometimes we find ourselves in the pits of despair.
And if it’s true that the brightest light shines in the deepest obscurity and that darkness nurtures the seed of life, this awareness is not always enough to let us climb up the chasm of sorrow.
We may need a hand.
A person, a spirit, a vision.
A sound, a god, a feeling.
Memory.
I still remember the first time I drew something that made sense.
It was an blue balloon, with a blue thread.
I was three.
What I don’t and couldn’t remember is my first love - at the time I must have been around one year old.
On the big, heavy, black analogue TV from my childhood there was a ballet piece being broadcasted.
My heart decided that was the right time order my nervous system to make me walk; I had to see it better.
I had to go closer.
I only got to know about this story a few years ago, when my heart, once again, ordered to my nervous system to get me moving again to embrace the lover I had to forcefully abandon many years before and for whom I hadn’t had the strength to fight.
Even if it’s pointless, since the past has already happened, lately I often wonder if I would have made the same choices, had we remained together.
Obviously this question will remain unanswered.
Despite my absence she took me back. She, too, demands my blood, sweat and tears, but I gladly spill them for her, even if they become so plentiful that I could replace all the oceans on our Mother Earth.
Alas, my two lovers are jealous of each other.
Each one of them wants me for her only.
But I know they were fooled.
I was fooled too.
Remember? The pack, the community is what makes us strong.
Loneliness makes us weak.
It also makes arts weak.
The common flesh of the sisters who are the highest and finest expression of the divinity of the human being was made enemy against itself, by us, villain servants.
The richness of the multitude was deemed as distraction, imperfection, futile vanity.
No.
No.
Life is not a straight line going nowhere.
The universe is not a straight line going nowhere.
Life is a circle, a spiral.
The universe is a circle, a spiral.
The universe is not a universe without its planets, stars, black holes.
A cell is not a cell without its mitochondria, its ribosomes, its nucleus.
Tekné, the unique ancient Greek word for art and technique it’s the membrane of the cell.
Every particle, every component inside fill it.
They work together.
If you take one out everything dies.
If you take just one it doesn’t survive.
So would I have to do that?
Why would we have to do that?
Why would we have to go on and around with dead pieces of lonely limbs?
It’s what we’ve been taught for the past 400 years - that doesn’t make it right.
Considering also that the past 400 years especially, particularly in the Western world, have been a continuous effort to make us weak, sick, divided.
Lifeless.
So I say, let’s take back everything, our essence, our right to multiplicity, our right to entirety.
Think about what or who you’ve left behind.
Think about what has always been within you, but you have forgotten.
Regain the consciousness of your past loves and past lives.
They might be your greatest treasure.
This is a bit short and in a bit different in style…let me know if you like this kind of text better!
Today’s song recommendation is 13 by our wonderful ace Han. It’s a beauitful and unique song that is able to speak to everybody and touch each one’s soul in the most needed way.
Let’s show it a lot of support!
I hope you enjoyed this episode and that you have a beautiful week ahead of you!
I’ll see you in the next one, big hug!
With love, yours,
Danbi
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