Random shit I write at 3am

Neurodiverse

Few know the pain of sitting at the kitchen table, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes muttering the phrase " i dont understand it" while a grown adult looses their temper over times tables.

Few know the embarrassment of being asked to do an individual activity and you watch as your peers scribble away at their task while you sit paralyzed eyes darting around in panic hoping for someone to explain only for students to cover their pages.

Few know the anxiety of being forced to sit in a strange place with strange people where they make you take written exams, and type long strings of text until your wrists hurt.

Few know the shame of excitedly exclaiming your flaw, "I'm dyspraxic! I'm not stupid I'm dyspraxic" only to be met with isolation or irritation.

That's what i was lead to believe.

I thought i was a liability, unintelligent, and just plain weird.

But now i know I'm not alone, not like I was lead to believe as an innocent child.

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This is a weird little tidbit about my childhood, i believe No child should be left to think they are a liability.

Please if you are ND be kind to yourself and if you know neuro-divergent people, help and support them when they are struggling