Ranty rant rant!

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Sorry, just needed to say it as its been bugging me since meeting with a friend today.

Why can't people see you? Why can't they hear you?

Why can't they acknowledge you? It's not my job to make them understand is it? Why do I need to repeat myself? I don't expect people to understand, how can they? But I do expect them to think before they speak or at least hear me and what I've been saying the last 2 years and 9 months. 

So now I just say nothing, I'm exhausted with explaining. They say the most ridiculous things that infuriates, yet they 'mean well'.

Just makes me want to isolate and not bother with anyone. They just think things are miraculously better or you're the person you used to be, not that every part of your life and very being has imploded.

I actually want to scream, I wish I was in the position to be so ignorant, and the ironic thing is I know I wouldn't be if roles were reversed.

Like the book says, we cannot be fixed, we just want to be heard!

Urgh! I'll stop now Sleepy

End of ranty rant rant

  • Agree with you on being a pain sometimes! Mine had adhd and we were also oppositesSlight smile

    He used to say the ying and yangHeart️

  • With Jay it was `timekeeping`. If we were going somewhere he'd want to be there a good hour before we were due to be there. I remember once we were going to Spain our flight was early morning about 7.30a.m and he had us all down there about 5a.m. and the check in desk didn't open until about 6.30a.m. so we had to sit about the airport for an hour and a half and the airport was not far from where we live. My dad was with us and he wasn't too happy I remember at having to sit in the airport at that time in the morning. Socially he wasn't that great either he never really socialised that much but would go if it were somewhere we needed to be but I remember always looking at his watch as if he wanted to leave I could never relax when there and if I wanted to stay longer sometimes he would go into a strop but wouldn't leave without me he had his own little ways as I suppose we all have.