The Neurodivergent Psych Student

21/07/2025

Non-verbal doesn’t equals non-communicative 😌 What’s a little legend 😆😆

-Beauty

20/07/2025

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20/07/2025

Sometimes it’s easier to show than explain…

So I’ve broken down my current health situation into pictures—because frankly, the list is too long and too overlooked to keep quiet about anymore.

These symptoms have been happening daily. They’re not just migraines. They’re not just “hormonal.” And they’re definitely not all in my head—even if that’s what the system would have me believe.

My mum and sister are also experiencing similar symptoms, and yet we’re all being dismissed and left to figure it out on our own. So here I am—documenting it, tracking it, and putting it out there. Loudly.

If any of this resonates with you—chronic pain, joint instability, CSF leak symptoms, pressure headaches, hormone flare-ups, weird immune stuff—reach out. Share your story. Let’s stop being brushed off and start connecting the dots.

💜 You’re not imagining it. You’re not exaggerating. You’re just not being listened to.

20/07/2025

📝 Tracking symptoms when you’re already struggling just to get through the day?

It’s honestly exhausting.

One thing I’ve been asked to do by both my GP and specialists is to keep a daily log of symptoms — what happens, when, how it feels, possible triggers, all that. But when your brain’s in survival mode and the mental energy’s just not there, even writing a few lines can feel impossible.

So, to make it more manageable, I’ve started using ChatGPT to help me track things. I just type out what I’m experiencing — however messy or jumbled — and it helps turn it into something clear and structured, without me having to overthink it.

It’s also been really helpful when it comes to my medical anxiety and the selective mutism I deal with during appointments. When I’m sat in front of a doctor, especially if I’m overwhelmed or under pressure, I often can’t explain properly what’s been going on. Having a written summary that I can take in with me gives me a voice when I’m struggling to find my own.

This doesn’t magically fix everything, but it does make self-advocacy feel a little more doable — and a little less like an uphill battle.

If you’re neurodivergent, chronically ill, or just plain burnt out, and you find symptom tracking difficult — maybe this sort of workaround could help you too. Sometimes it’s not about doing things the “right” way, it’s about finding the way that works for you.

🖤 Survival hacks, not perfection.

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✨ Side note: I used AI to help me write this post — not because I don’t have the ideas, but because putting those ideas into a readable format is something I really struggle with when I’m mentally or physically exhausted. This post is still 100% me — my voice, my thoughts, my experience — just with a bit of support to make it easier to get my words out into the world. If that helps me show up and maybe help someone else feel seen, then I call that a win.

20/07/2025

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20/07/2025

19/07/2025

Because clearly the universe thinks I haven’t quite had enough lately 😑

I found out this week via voicemail (because that’s a lovely way to start the day, isn’t it?). We’ve been given three months’ notice to find somewhere else to live.

The landlord, who’s spent the past part of 2 years befriending myself and the kids, has decided to sell the property so she can fund her life in Bahrain. (Lucky for some)

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. Between the kids, managing my mental and chronic health, and just trying to function day to day… I’m already at capacity. Now we’re facing housing instability on top of it all. It’s scary. It’s overwhelming. And it’s exhausting.

While there is absolutely nothing legally wrong about this, I feel so very hurt by this person I feel now only ever really pretended to care about me and my family for their own personal gain.

I’m mad for the kids who learnt to put their trust in another adult who has only let them down in the end. Who would have let them continue to believe she had their best interest at heart while ripping the rug out from under their feet because she was to much of a coward to have a face to face conversation (knowing full well how incredibly difficult this past year has been for us, how unwell I currently am and that I am in no position to be able to buy this house) I’m exhausted, I’m hurting, and im incredibly angry for my kids.

But if you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll know this much. I might bend, but I don’t break. I’ll cry, I’ll panic, I’ll fall apart behind closed doors… and then I’ll start planning. I’ll survive. I always do.

As much as ima able, I’ll keep you all posted but it looks like we’re soon to be starting a whole new chapter of ours lives 🫩 wish us luck 😩

19/07/2025

Hey my lovelies 🖤

I know it still remains to be a bit quiet on here lately, so I wanted to pop in with a little update. Life’s been heavy recently—mentally, emotionally, and physically. My health has taken centre stage for a while, and it’s been a bit of a balancing act.

I’ve been navigating a mix of chronic pain, migraines, fatigue, and all the fun that comes with neurodivergence and long-term conditions. There’ve been some rough days, some small wins, and a lot of listening to what my body and brain are trying to tell me (even when I don’t want to hear it).

It’s meant slowing down. Choosing rest over routine. Presence over pressure. And giving myself space to breathe without the guilt of being ‘offline’.

I’m still creating behind the scenes—still dreaming, planning, building—but I’m doing it in a way that feels more sustainable and kind to myself.

Thank you for sticking around, for the quiet support, and for understanding that sometimes life doesn’t go to plan—and that’s okay.

I’ve got some beautiful things in the works, and I can’t wait to share more soon, in my own time. 🕊️✨

17/07/2025

I Wasn’t Loved—I Was Useful
They liked me because I was easy.
Easy to talk to.
Easy to lean on.
Easy to forget.
I said yes when I wanted to say no.
Laughed when things weren’t funny.
Held space for people
who never once asked if I needed holding, too.
And now I’m angry.
Not just at them—
but at myself
for thinking that kindness would keep me safe.
1. I Became Who They Needed—Not Who I Was
In every room,
I scanned for cues.
What do they want?
Who do I need to be to stay loved?
I shape-shifted so well,
I forgot what my actual voice sounded like.
Because being authentic
felt like a risk I couldn’t afford.
2. I Confused Being Liked With Being Safe
If they like me, they won’t leave.
If I’m useful, I’ll matter.
If I’m low-maintenance, they’ll stay.
So I made myself easy to digest.
Softened every edge.
Apologized for my needs
before anyone had a chance to reject them.
But approval is a fragile currency.
And one day, I woke up bankrupt.
3. I Didn’t Burn Out—I Was Used Up
I wasn’t overreacting.
I was overextending.
And the weight of being “the good one”
crushed the parts of me
that longed to scream, cry, rage, and say NO.
I thought being nice would make people love me.
Instead, it made them forget I was human.
4. I’m Not Bitter—Just Finally Honest
I don’t want to be the safe choice anymore.
The reliable one.
The emotional sponge.
I want to be loved for my soul,
not my silence.
And if setting boundaries makes me hard to love—
then maybe they never loved me at all.
5. Final Word: I’m Done Performing
I’m not your emotional support human.
I’m not here to stay small so you feel big.
I’m not shrinking anymore
just to stay included.
If love requires disappearing,
I’d rather be alone.
Because I deserve to exist fully.
Loudly.
And unapologetically.
Credit: True Feeling

06/07/2025

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05/07/2025

Interesting insight 🤔

Are neurotypicals responsible to teach social skills to adults on the spectrum, or is it their/our own responsibility?