Tag: ADHD

  • Peopled out but not down

    Peopled out but not down

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    People exhaust me. They do. I donโ€™t mean that in a mean spirited or misanthropic way, although some people are genuinely exhausting. But Iโ€™m referring to people in general. Being autistic, processing and reciprocating human interactions takes a lot more processing power than for non-autistics. That doesnโ€™t mean that I donโ€™t like being around people,…

  • No Doubt – A tale of my lifelong romance with low self-esteem

    No Doubt – A tale of my lifelong romance with low self-esteem

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    People who write for artists have a lot to say on doubt. Self-doubt, projection of doubt, the general fetishisation of doubt. Doubt, it seems, is an artistโ€™s foremost skill. Even as I write this Iโ€™m fighting the doubt that I can or should have anything useful or insightful to say on doubt. And perhaps I…

  • My studio today and what to do when you’re too close to the edge…

    My studio today and what to do when you’re too close to the edge…

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    Here’s what my studio looks like today: It’s always a bit of a mess, and since I’m ramping up for an exhibition, it’s particularly chaotic. You’ll note my “washing line” along the back wall. This is actually a washing line chord, but I don’t tend to use it for drying paintings, or clothes for that…

  • What Makes Us Stronger

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      โ€œWhat the hell are we supposed to do now?!โ€ I asked, panicked and confused. A genuine question โ€“ what should a hiker do when posed with such a predicament? Having no experience, I genuinely didnโ€™t know. The worried glances of my friends did nothing to calm me. They knew this was bad. โ€œGet the…

  • Staplers and Ghosts and Weasels and…

    Staplers and Ghosts and Weasels and…

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    In which Addam isn’t paying attention…

  • Me and Myself

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    In which Addam’s brain isn’t feeling the love…

  • Do Small Things

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    You have an aunt, or a sibling, or a bezzie don’t you, who you love to pieces but is basically an anal douchebag? You know, the one that, when they walk into your house, tries to conceal palpable distaste at the general disorder and disarray. Like they’reย suppressingย the mental gag-reflex. You kinda don’t want them to…