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mmm, November persecution complex... - Diary of a Necromancer
Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense, you're just not keeping up
robling_t
robling_t
mmm, November persecution complex...
Getting serious lip from the Brainweasels lately. Rationally, it's the overlapping effects of politics, hormonal cycles, day-length, and macroeconomics, but it's not as if telling myself that helps anything when it's 40 degrees out and dark already and the Brainweasels are insisting on carrying on a debate about the possibility of even getting to "functional", much less anything Society would consider normal enough to be let out amongst it, given that the more I poke at the old childhood scabs the more I come to resent how much it looks like none of it had to happen if somebody had only been doing their damn job somewhere along the line. My Inner Child needs to be sat down with some hot cocoa and given an apology...

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addled_nutcase From: addled_nutcase Date: November 4th, 2010 08:25 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Did I miss something here? Who did not do their job? Hug for ur inner child.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: November 4th, 2010 09:04 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Um, well, just about everybody, more or less; rampaging ADHD + very smart is going to be a hard case to handle even in competent hands, and I had the misfortune of encountering a system where it wasn't so much about actually dealing with or treating a child's specific issues, as making them not a problem to the system by whatever means that entailed (generally by shuffling me off onto somebody else's metaphorical desk). Left me with some reeeeally interesting reservations about the utility of asking for help about just about anything down to getting directions, let's just say...
aldersprig From: aldersprig Date: November 4th, 2010 01:37 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Brainweasels. Yes.

I'm afraid I can't offer much help - I'm realizing lately how often the coping mechanisms I developed to help me work around the "voices in my head" (I like brainweasels a lot better. Good word) are crippling me nearly as much as the alcohol my dad used to the same purpose.

Which is to say: I can empathize, and offer hugs for both you and your inner child, and you have a lovely turn of phrase.
morgynleri_fic From: morgynleri_fic Date: November 4th, 2010 02:51 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
*hugs you tightly* There are days when the rational brain can overcome the screaming thing at the back that insists on reacting to everything poorly, and there are days when all having some rational part of you means is that you know why you want to be a grouchy, unsociable person.

And as for systems and dealing with ADD/ADHD and the high intelligence that comes with it... I don't think I know of any that are particularly good at handling that, whether they be school, medical, or otherwise. That they're even less competent when it comes to girls & women who have to cope with the above is even more frustrating.
silver_chipmunk From: silver_chipmunk Date: November 4th, 2010 03:38 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Brainweasels. I like that. I have my own. They suck, don't they? Whack the buggers with a mallet!
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