Imagine being colorblind and someone trying to explain what purple looks like. Seeing purple is not a skill, either you have the receptors in your eyes or your don’t. The ability to sense time is similar. It is not a skill.
That’s funny, because every time I’ve been in a group effort at uni or the office, the late folks were the neurotypicals while those with ADHD showed up early.
Which is a polite way of saying, you’re full of shit, a fucking atrocious human being, and you statistically make less money than me who has a literal disability 👍
Edit: and of course it’s a lemm.ee fascist. Typical.
Ok, then it’s a skill that not everyone else values the same way you do. It doesn’t make you better than anyone. Frankly, it appears to stress you out, and probably lots of people around you too.
Damn, I used to believe that because I could do something it was possible if not easy for everybody else to do that thing. I’m ashamed to admit that I felt that way well into my thirties.
Then (way, way too late in my life) I somehow realized that not everyone was the same as I am, and I learned a little thing called empathy.
It’s a skill which can be practiced. Making excuses to avoid doing that doesn’t help anyone.
Imagine being colorblind and someone trying to explain what purple looks like. Seeing purple is not a skill, either you have the receptors in your eyes or your don’t. The ability to sense time is similar. It is not a skill.
That’s funny, because every time I’ve been in a group effort at uni or the office, the late folks were the neurotypicals while those with ADHD showed up early.
Which is a polite way of saying, you’re full of shit, a fucking atrocious human being, and you statistically make less money than me who has a literal disability 👍
Edit: and of course it’s a lemm.ee fascist. Typical.
I go where the phone reminders command.
Ok, then it’s a skill that not everyone else values the same way you do. It doesn’t make you better than anyone. Frankly, it appears to stress you out, and probably lots of people around you too.
Damn, I used to believe that because I could do something it was possible if not easy for everybody else to do that thing. I’m ashamed to admit that I felt that way well into my thirties.
Then (way, way too late in my life) I somehow realized that not everyone was the same as I am, and I learned a little thing called empathy.