#time blindness
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graph of what being hungry is like with adhd
#i still havent eaten i made this graph instead#adhd#audhd#tw food#time blindness#executive dysfunction
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having adhd is like "fuck, it's half past noon. that pretty much means it's one o'clock. that means it's lunchtime. that means it's pretty much three. that means it's almost five o'clock, and that means the day is pretty much over and i don't have time for any of the things i was going to do today :( time to scroll aimlessly through social media until bedtime"
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#adhd#adhd memes#neurodivergence#adult adhd#executive dysfunction#time blindness#procrastinator#adhd mood
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So, are you "chronically late" neurodivergent OR "overcompensates for the fact that I have no concept of time by being ridiculously early" neurodivergent?
#audhd#actually adhd#actuallyautistic#autistic adult#neurodivergent#actually neurodiverse#adhd things#time blindness
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A lot of us with ADHD are familiar with the concept of time blindness, but for anyone who isn't: it's a neurological inability to have a consistent sense of the passage of time. If you put me in an empty room, gave me a button and told me to press it when I think it's been 15 minutes, I might press it after..... idk, anywhere between 3 minutes and 2 hours? And if we repeated it the next day the result would probably be wildly different!
But something I've only seen mentioned in one (1) Reddit post, which took some extensive digging to find, is the same effect extending to ALL things measured in numbers. Distance, weight, length, height, amount, space, volume, percentage... For me, small numbers are a bit easier, I could approximate a centimetre probably, but a metre would be much harder and 10 or 100 would likely miss the mark by a lot. Also, anything that can't be easily measured with a ruler or a measuring tape (like weight or volume) is even harder since I don't encounter reference points (like a 1kg hand weight) for those as frequently as I see visual representations of specific lengths.
It's not dyscalculia or anything like that, I'm decent at math (and the OP of the Reddit post was a math major) and I have no other difficulties with numbers, it's just a disconnect in translating real life experiences like sensory input into numbers (and possibly also inconsistent processing of sensory input? Like how the same sound volume is okay one day but hurts my ears the next?), which I think is basically the same thing as what happens with time blindness. For now I've been calling it "measurement blindness" since I've never seen a name for it anywhere, but maybe "quantity blindness" could also work?
I've talked to other people with time blindness to see if they experience this too, but so far none of them have known what I'm talking about. I'd really like to know how many of us are out there and if anyone knows literally anything actually scientific about this very inconvenient phenomenon!
Tl;dr: bc I am wordy:
It's like time blindness but for all things measured in numbers
Not dyscalculia or caused by it
Pretty much never seen it talked about anywhere
Please tell me if it sounds familiar and/or you know something about it, thank
#adhd#time blindness#let me tell you it gets real fucking awkward every time someone asks for my estimate on anything numbers based#like 'hey kuura how far would you say the store is? like a km maybe one and a half?'#and i'm like buddy you'd get a better answer from a toddler than me#and even if i took a precisely 1km walk every day#it would feel like a different distance every fucking time#especially if the route was always different#nd things
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ADHD time blindness always messes me up.
I'm making strawberry jam, and I only have one pot big enough to make it. Said pot needs washed. Cool, says I; I'll throw it in the dishwasher on quick. That'll take 45 minutes. That's probably how long it will take me to wash, hull, and mash 4 quarts of strawberries.
Reader, it took me 10.
I've been putting this task off for days because the thought of doing all those strawberries was too much. It was teeeen miiinutes aaaaaaah
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this is my official apology to everyone whose birthday i have and will miss due to the fact that i am oblivious to the passage of time
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#artists on tumblr#comics on tumblr#diary comic#daily comic#corvid#time blindness#birthday#image description in alt text#davedrawsstuff
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moving to a city with public transport after driving your entire life & also having bad bad time blindness or whatever is wild because every time i go anywhere Without Fail i think i can move faster on the scheduled, consistently paced trains than gps says i can. and of course i’m wrong about this but maybe we should give it a go one more time
#me sitting on the subway with my allotted 15 minutes to get to a place 45 minutes away#adhd#text#trains#public transportation#time blindness#hello 8am crowd i hope we’re all doing well today#i am about how you might expect#based on this post and the fact that it is Eight Ay Em.#at least i’m in my little wizards outfit
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Examples of music/media-based time measurement:
How long it takes for a song to finish playing ("It took me 2 songs to do this)
How long it takes for a TV show episode to finish ("It took me 3 episodes to do this")
Examples of food/drink-based time measurement:
The time it takes to finish a drink ("I'll stop when my water bottle's empty", "It took me two glasses of water to finish this")
The time it takes for a stick of gum to lose its flavor
The time it takes to eat something ("I want to finish this task before I finish my snack")
Examples of emotional/body-related things-based time measurement:
The time it takes for pain to develop (from poor posture, stiffness, and/or disability) ("I'll take a break when my foot gets sore")
The time it takes to feel bored, antsy, or under/overstimulated ("I finished a task before I bored of it")
#I hope I'm not the only one who does this stuff?#plum rambles#poll#adhd#amism#actuallyadhd#time blindness#executive dysfunction#neurodiversity#neurodivergent#neurodivergence#disability#disabled#disabled pride#mental disability#food#cw food#tw food
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Dear autistics and AuDHD peeps,
How many of you have tried Visual Timetables and how are we feeling about it?
Pictures for reference below:
Here are 9 reasons to use visual if you struggle with time blindness and executige dysfunction:
Personally, I haven’t tried. But I would love to hear feedbacks and learn about it from you guys.
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ADHD & Time Perception
Future ADHD
#adhd#adhd post#adhd struggles#time perception#time blindness#living with adhd#feel free to reblog/share#Future ADHD (Facebook)
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Me standing motionless in my dark kitchen scrolling for an hour instead of doing The Task
Clown of a person 😭
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Time agnosia: difficulty to perceive the passage of time.
Agnosie du temps: difficulté à percevoir le passage du temps.
[⚠️Don’t worry! I don’t put soap on my birds!]
[⚠️Ne vous inquiétez pas ! Je ne mets pas de savon sur mes oiseaux !]
#actually autistic#autism acceptance#autism awareness#actually neurodivergent#neurodiversity#webcomic#actuallyautistic#neurodivergent#webcomic artist#autism#time agnosia#time blindness#lifehack
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Adaptive Tea Making
For @domaystic Day 5: Learning Something New.
Dream is human now, and determined to learn how to make his beloved a cup of tea. He just has a small difficulty with time to get over.
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Hob looked over at Dream, who was perched on a stool at the kitchen bench with his ever-present notebook open to a fresh page, his phone unlocked beside it, and an actual stopwatch beside that. He had a pencil in his hand, freshly sharpened, and a second pencil also perfectly sharpened set beside the notebook.
Hob had secondhand text anxiety just looking at those pencils.
"Ready?" Hob asked, though surely it was not possible to be more ready than Dream currently was.
Dream didn't even meet his gaze, his eyes fixed firmly on Hob's hands. "Ready. Please show me, one more time, how to make a cup of tea the way you like it."
As Dream spoke he wrote on the pristine notebook page: Hob's tea instructions. His handwriting was crooked and crabbed but legible.
"So--there's water in the kettle already," Hob said, feeling like possibly he was the one being tested. However he made this cup of tea, Dream would continue making this exact cup of tea for him forever.
Hob was fine with that. Hob would frankly have been fine with continuing to get wildly undrinkable cups of tea from Dream forever, but Dream was determined to learn this particular human skill correctly, and seemed somehow convinced that this time he was going to crack it.
Hob flipped the switch. Dream turned on a timer on his phone and then wrote down the first two steps: water in kettle and turn on kettle. He also wrote to one side, Phone timer: total length of process and drew a little line beside it to be filled in with a number later.
They had learned, after Dream had committed a series of frankly baffling tea mishaps including "hot water with no detectable trace of tea" and "oversteeped to the point of activating an immortal's gag reflex through sheer bitterness" and "boiled the kettle dry" that Dream had no real sense of how time passed. It passed how he wished it to pass, in the Dreaming, and even in the Waking he had always been able to nudge reality a bit to make the flow of time conform to his narrative sense or personal convenience.
Now that he was divested of those powers and operating a human body, the linear flow of time had so far made absolutely no impression on Dream. Hob had had to point out to him things like "if you wake up and it is still dark, it is still night, and you will probably want to go back to sleep until it's light out" and how often meals should happen.
It was the tea that had made it clear that even telling Dream times when things should happen was not very helpful to him. He couldn't seem to hold the numbers in his head or make sense of them when he consulted a clock. Hob had simply started giving him other ways of gauging the passage of time, teaching him about the sun's position in the sky at mealtimes and when Hob returned from work, and about the activity of people visible from the windows, and which programs on the telly corresponded reliably to morning, afternoon, and evening.
Hob had spent long stretches of time--most of his life, really--without access to clocks. People nowadays were obsessed with them, and with precise timing for everything, but Dream wouldn't need to worry about being punctual to a work shift or keeping all sorts of appointments. Hob could help him with where precision was needed, and could teach him to get along where it wasn't.
Tea, unfortunately, was a matter of some precision. When the kettle let out the first gurgles, Hob grabbed the tea canister. "Plenty of times I just use bag tea, but my insufferably posh lover seems set on spoiling me, so," Hob scooped tea into the strawberry-shaped infuser. "This is what we've got in place of a tea bag. Time-wise, either should work the same."
Dream faithfully wrote down prepare infuser (or tea bag).
"The timing for the kettle will change a bit. A smaller amount of water boils faster. There's a bit over two cups in right now," Hob pointed to the line on the side, "so it takes a little over two minutes."
Dream wrote down kettle boils and then waited watchfully until the kettle hit its automatic shutoff and consulted the time. Kettle shuts off, he wrote down, and then 2:38 with a tidy little asterisk beside it.
"Infuser goes in mug," Hob narrated. "Pour the water over it, leave about an inch at the top for milk. And start your stopwatch, because this is the bit I couldn't tell you, because I do it by feel."
Dream started the stopwatch and scribbled down more notes, drawing a little box for the all-important steeping time to be entered. Hob watched the mug, wondering once again how he did know when it was done steeping. He'd tried more than once to describe it to Dream, but none of his descriptions had been at all helpful--as proven by the various disastrous cups of tea--and had only frustrated both of them.
He wanted to fill the silence, but Hob didn't dare mess this up for Dream, when he was so determined to get this right. Most of human life had come easily enough to him, once he set himself to adapt to it, but tea had thwarted him. Hob was a little worried that Dream was building this up into some kind of epic battle of wills he had to win to Succeed At Being Human.
Dream looked up at him expectantly and Hob looked back down at his mug, a little worried that he'd gotten distracted--he'd certainly oversteeped his tea enough times for one reason or another--but no, a sniff and a glance told him it wasn't quite there yet. "Almost," Hob said. "Not really a bad cup of tea if you stop now, but not quite." He drummed his fingers, waiting for--
"Ah," Hob said, "Now." He reached for the infuser and lifted it out, and the stopwatch clicked at the exact instant it cleared the top of the mug. Hob set the infuser in the sink and then swirled the cup of tea, giving it another sniff to be sure, but yes, that was a just-right cup of tea. He grabbed the jug of milk and looked to see that Dream was intently watching before he poured in a dollop.
Dream's eyes narrowed slightly and then he nodded and wrote down a specific liquid volume that Hob was sure was in fact precisely correct--Dream's spatial skills were laser-accurate and slightly unnerving.
"And a spoonful of sugar, because I'm feeling like it today," Hob said. "I do honey sometimes. Sometimes two spoonfuls of sugar." He stirred in the sugar and sipped. "And that's--"
Dream clicked the timer on his phone and recorded the time, then picked up the phone and tapped rapidly at it. "Tell me that the water should boil about now," Dream said, and held out the phone like a reporter's microphone.
"Water should be boiling about now," Hob parroted obediently.
Dream nodded, tapped at the phone again, and said, "Now tell me the tea is ready."
When Dream held out the phone, Hob said, "Tea's ready, love."
Dream was startled into a smile at that addition, and asked, "How is it?"
"Just right," Hob said. "But if you--"
Dream shook his head, still smiling, and went back to tapping at things on his phone. "These things are amazing, you know?" Dream said. "I thought I would have to learn magic, but these are like little prosthetic memories. If you work out all the steps, you can make it do all these things for you. Well, not for you, you don't need it. For me."
"I mean, I'd be lost without my calendar and things," Hob said. He'd never thought of technology to solve Dream's difficulty with time. He'd thought it was just more clocks all the way down, there.
"Watch," Dream said, and then, to his phone, "Computer, making a cup of tea."
"Acknowledged," his phone replied, because Dream had watched possibly too many sci-fi movies with Hob at what had turned out to be a formative time in his life. "When there is water in the kettle, turn the kettle on."
Dream mimed flipping the switch on the kettle.
Nothing happened, since Dream was still a good yard away from the kettle. Reminded, Hob ran some more water into it and put it back. He was sipping his tea again and nearly choked on it when his own voice came from Dream's phone. "Water should be boiling about now."
"Computer, wait," Dream said, and the phone was back to its Computer voice when it said, "Acknowledged."
"In case there is more water in the kettle," Dream said. "If there is less, I will be able to tell it to skip ahead when the water boils."
"Computer, resume," Dream added to the phone.
"Prepare the infuser, then pour boiling water over it."
Dream mimed dropping the infuser into the mug, then pouring the water. "Computer, steeping."
"Steeping," the computer said, sounding slightly stilted like it had had to assemble that word from individual sounds instead of having it pre-recorded.
"I'll be able to use this for anything to do with timing," Dream said, scratching down more notes in his notebook. "I just have to set the intervals and key phrases, and optionally recordings for specific announcements, and then I will be able to do things that need timing. As long as I have my phone. Possibly I should get one of those watches."
"That's no trouble, then," Hob said, pulling out his own phone to order a watch to sync with Dream's phone. "And you know I'm always happy to be your speaking clock, love."
Dream came around the bench and kissed him, curling a hand around Hob's on his mug. "I shall feed you your lines when I need them," Dream said, and somehow it was desperately romantic and made Hob so proud he could cry, knowing Dream knew that Hob would always be glad to help him do things in his own way.
He opened his mouth to try to say it, his heart almost too full for words, and was cut off by his own voice from Dream's phone. "Tea's ready, love."
[Now on Ao3!]
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Anyone else with ADHD feel guilty for not really missing people? Like I think you're cool and I'm excited when I see you but time just passes differently to me so missing for me isn't the same thing as what neurotypicals make it out to be and I feel really bad about that...
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