A note on one of my other ADHD posts has got me thinking about the rhetoric around being ‘constantly medicated’.
ADHD is a chronic condition that needs to be treated like any other, and a lot of the scaremongering around medication prevents people from seeking the most effective treatment for their condition. Every medication has risks or potential side effects, but ADHD medication in particular has a long history of detractors saying that it 'medicates away personality’ that’s just completely false, or that it 'makes you feel like a zombie’ which I have never heard reported but seems to be a simple dosage issue (comparable to many antidepressants). As long as you have a good treating professional by your side, any side effects are completely manageable. The worst side effect I’ve had personally is a dry mouth sometimes.
Maybe this is just because I’ve had mental health conditions that require medication most of my life, including scarier meds than Ritalin, but it makes me angry that this rhetoric is still scaring people away from what is in many cases the simplest solution to a very painful problem.
Beyond that… There are some people who just, at the end of the day, choose to be constantly medicated to improve their functional capacity (I am one of them). The benefits of medication outweighs the risks for these people - there is no functional 'choice’ to be medicated when the alternatives are so poor. This group of people should not be stigmatised.
It can be scary, staring down a lifetime of being dependent on a pill for your ability to function. It shouldn’t be made scarier by the rhetoric that you’re some kind of failure for doing so, condemned to Side Effect Hell.
Anonymous asked:
ive made several new friends recently and one of them inspired a new interest in me ive been pursuing and want to start soon. i havent had a job in years and i havent been paying rent in the same amount of time bc i live with my sister and its in exchange for babysitting full time. theres an expectation to get a job soon but it's not urgent. my parents give me money occasionally to pay for necessities like groceries and meds.
despite this kindness i still cant help but feel like none of it is worth anything. i dont see the point to continuing on and ive been struggling lately with trying to find a reason why i should keep going. i cant help but think at times that if i did go through with it all those years ago that i wouldnt have missed anything. theres this weight so heavy in me and every day i feel more and more tired. i cant see the worth in waking up and i cant find a reason to do it anyway. nothing feels like enough. and everything feels so large and scary. i dont know what i expect from sending this other than the catharsis of talking about it
intactics:
it took me about five years to crawl out of that hole, myself, not counting the first attempt which took two years and ended by sinking me deeper. frankly, although I can stick my head up over the edge of my pit in the ground, I am still getting out of it, so let’s go ahead and call me a Year Nine Pit Dweller.
when you’re in the process of getting out of the pit you have to pause and look up to get encouraged by the sky above you. but you’re still in the pit. the new interest your friend introduced you to is a shooting star over your pit. of course you want to start it soon. of course it isn’t going to magically lift you the rest of the way out of the pit.
what matters now is the fact that this new interest will slightly increase your momentum upwards out of the pit, if you follow it, and slightly reduce your upwards momentum if you reject it without the immediate substitution of a superior interest. inertia applies to bodies in motion, as well as a body at rest. right now, it could make you slightly faster or slightly slower, depending on your choice.
when you’re out of the pit, you’ll have a whole sky of stars. if you stay in the pit, that circle overhead is all you get. and if you go deeper, that little circle will get smaller and smaller.
personally, I think living with the goal of firing shooting stars across other sinking people’s cloistered skies is decent striving fuel. where you’re at now, though, maybe try to strive to get to higher ground and witness more of those meteors and absorb more hope first. you seem all right to me and I prefer the timeline where you get out of the hole in the ground to the timeline where you don’t.
also just as a little wizard PSA: the temptation to apply the sunk cost fallacy to the goal of staying alive is the Devil talking, our patient lover Death weeps when mortals break their engagement with Life too soon, don’t invite demons to rules-lawyer you into dying
today was my first day back on ADHD meds after being off them for probably two years and it’s amazing how much I attributed to being intractably broken that is in fact amazingly tractable. I’m surprised by this every time I go on and off meds because I’m god’s most moronic soldier.