Some have called me scattered or unorganized, to the same tune they would call someone an absentee mother or trash eater. Those stupid assholes have no idea how destructive and ignorant they are with their words. I make myself sick constantly trying to be organized, trying to be “with it,” trying to be a less-intense version of myself, and basically putting so much energy into trying to be a person that I cannot be—no way, no how—that it slowly kills me.
Stacey Turis in „Here’s to Not Catching Our Hair on Fire: An Absent-Minded Tale of Life with Giftedness and Attention Deficit – Oh Look! A Chicken!“ *

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