Adhd dating sites
I actively struggle to pay attention on a first date.You don’t know me yet, so when I inevitably get distracted by my favorite Sia song in the background or how the appetizer menu is written in Comic Sans, you’ll probably think I’m just an asshole who finds your favorite childhood memory to be a total snoozefest. I might not remember all the details from the first time you told me something.One of the most transformative things about my diagnosis was getting to re-write this part of my story. It was the reason I was willing to rationalize away almost every kind of bad behavior….after all, I was no picnic myself.Rather than being “a broken man magnet” or “so desperate she’ll date anything”, I began to see how my ADHD impacted everything about my romantic relationships. There are many things about having ADHD that make my life amazing and better than it would be without it, but when it came to relationships, it is my Achilles heel.I’ve narrowed it down to hating packed dive bars and all sports, but other than that, I’m generally down to do anything. Especially when we’re both starving and I won’t pick a restaurant because “idk, they’re all good! I get annoyingly restless during Netflix and chill marathons (or any situation where I have to be in one place the whole time).I will get up to get water, get up to get snacks, check my phone, get up to get a different snack because I didn’t like the first one, check my phone, switch into four different cuddling positions, and, of course, check my phone. I will occasionally tell a long story and you won’t get the point.
But while I’ve finally started to remove random papers from my nightstand, I just end up tucking them away in a drawer I never open, because that’s what happens with things I don’t regularly use. If I don’t plan when I’ll see you during the week, I kind of fall apart.
For me, this became almost an integral part of my personality and how people saw me. I used to joke that if there was one unemployed, drug-addicted, criminally inclined asshat in a crowded room of wonderful, caring, loving men…is the only one that would interest me at all.
There were several times in my 20’s and early 30’s that I just gave up for a few years, frustrated at my inability to see past the shiny exterior at the junker underneath.
Either way, I’M SORRY, I still haven’t figured this one out.
In the meantime, just tell me the movie starts at instead of . I’m still figuring out this whole “organization” thing.