ADHD memes

When our house is filthy I tell my wife to gtfo and I overcaffinate and just "stream of consciousness" that removed. I will hyperactively flit from room to room taking care of a small percentage of one of the hundreds of little jobs that compromise cleaning the house. The moment I get bored or the shits about one task I just wander off and find another to chip away at. Give me 6 hours and its a new house.

Drives my OCD wife utterly mad, because it takes her 6 hours to find the right size containers for the linen press, drive to 3 shops to get enough, then decide on a font for the labels she is going to make on her cricut, print the labels and get them on the tubs and I get home to the hallway full of linen and what I'm sure one day will be a perfectly organised linen press.

It's simple: remove the wall as well.

/s

Me sitting on the couch listening to my clock and making it go from "tick tock tick tock" to "tock tick tock tick" back and forth in my head for 27 minutes straight.

Whenever someone suggests the ole remove distractions, I get reminded of that Rick and Morty scene that's like I NEED TO GET ALL OF THIS SKIN OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE. Then the character flays themselves.

Thinking about it, if this were possible, I'd probably continue picking whatever is underneath.

"Write stuff down and put it where you'll see it!"

— proceeds to completely see through the stuff you wrote down because it is now blends into the background scenery —

I will make up a story more elaborate than game of thrones before doing something I don't want to

I’ve learned that my brain’s ADHD department needs the opposite. It needs constant stimulation to keep it distracted so that it leaves me alone to have some semblance of executive function.

Audio stimulation works best. I used to always listen to podcasts, but I’ve found that specific types of music are best for getting work done. (in my case, it’s upbeat energetic thrash and groove metal)

I have to, I mean HAVE to, get paperwork done today.

So far today I have mowed/weed wacked the yard, weeded and watered my garden, pulled meat from the freezer to defrost and planned dinner for tonight, and took one phone call in regards to said paperwork. They called me, of course.

I'm now on break and it's nearly noon. This paperwork is over my head and I am overwhelmed. I could start on other chores just to avoid it, instead I uh, am taking break. I have to get this done, and I am annoyed as to why I have to do it at all.. I might just pull it out to look at it. That's step one no?

Me with distraction: feeling fine, barely getting work done

Me without distraction: rumination HELL, feel like shit, still barely getting work done

Give me interesting work and I will give you unlimited output

The distractions are all on the inside of my brain going weeeeeee... so should i just remove my brain?

Would you look at that, I have hands.

If I don't have something to distract me I can't concentrate

Even with relaxing. Just yesterday I told myself, “Hell yeah it’s Sunday I’m having a gaming day for myself!!”

I turned on my game and sat there for 5 hours doing nothing. I hate it.

I always tell people "I need something to ignore"

And it's mostly true...I need background sound. And not just white noise - I need something with meaning

Put me in nature, and I'm fine. Bird tweets, rustling of the leaves - I'm at peace. I'll hear even a squirrel hundreds of yards away, but I know what's going on. I just need to know what's going on around me in a way that makes sense. The creaking of the building, distant cars, muffled footsteps... Just the unnatural silence

That's what freaks me out

I literally clutter my space in the vain hope that random mis-positioned object x will remind me to do task y. Blank wall isn't going to remind me to do shit.

In school, because I was disruptive, I was often told to copy parts of the dictionary as "punishment." I can only assume this was meant for normies. I would instead actually read the dictionary as that was far more interesting than writing it down.

Anyway, afterwards when I hadn't written anywhere near enough they'd ask what I did instead of writing. "I read it." So they'd take it away and quiz me on what was there. Naturally I was able to answer their questions as I had actually read it. Eventually they decided that the TAG program was the best way to keep me from interrupting the kids who needed the class.

I am my own distraction

My fingers are fucking fascinating. As are my toes. Not to mention all the bullshit going on in my head.