#tldr adhd vs autism

[owmylasagna-blog]

The Ed Must Go On

Eddy prepares for a last minute gig. Edd helps.

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A familiar clatter punctuated by loud profanities compelled Edd to emerge into the living room. Much to his dismay the place had been turned upside down, drawers open, piles of paraphernalia strewn on surfaces and the floor. Edd could feel the incensed energy radiating from his partner.

Eddy riffled through one of the shallow top drawers of the break front. He stifled a yell and threw a pack of AA batteries back inside, the sound making Edd flinch.

“Where are the goddamn scissors?”

Edd sighed: if only Eddy would let him label the drawers with their contents, maybe these sort of headaches would be avoided. The vintage veneers had won that battle: a triumph of form over function.

Scanning the room in an effort to help Eddy in his search, the taller man’s eyes fell on the kitchen shears precariously teetering on the edge of the record player stand. Eddy had grabbed them and on second thought cast them aside as a last resort: he knew Double Dee detested mixing up the scissors from their intended use.

Edd took the shears, clasping them in both hands to his chest, and joined Eddy’s side. The angered man slammed the drawer shut, the hardware clacking from the momentum, before tearing into the one adjacent to it and pulling out fistfuls of user manuals and take-out menus.

No more than a foot away the shimmer of stainless steel blades peaked out from beneath their most recent mail. In his periphery Eddy registered movement, then witnessed his partner produce the elusive utility scissors from right under his nose. Edd calmly presented them to Eddy and it took everything in the shorter man not to erupt in a fit.

“I hate when you do that,” grumbled Eddy, a poor stand-in for the truth which was that he hated his utter lack of object constancy.

Snagging the scissors and stomping his way to the coffee table Eddy planted himself on the floor and started turning the garment laying on their shag rug inside-out. Edd returned the kitchen shears to the knife block, the floorboards of their pre-war apartment creaked as he tentatively crossed the living room. He peered over Eddy’s hunched shoulders.

“A dress?” Edd questioned. A long groan escaped Eddy while he hacked away at the armhole.

“Sandra Oh-No-She-Didn’t’s out on her honeymoon, Mother Mayhem rolled her ankle and Patty Melt got the effin’ flu so your brilliant boyfriend here volunteered to host drag trivia tonight.”

Double Dee knelt down beside said brilliant boyfriend, watching as he successfully extricated one sleeve and began cutting away at the other.

“Couldn’t you wear something you already have in the closet?” Edd suggested. There certainly was plenty to choose from. He couldn’t see why Eddy was adding more stress to the situation.

“Yeah, if I wanted to look like an overstuffed sausage,” Eddy griped, then snipped the sleeve clean off.

It had been almost a year since the last time he’d dolled up and in that time he’d put on a bit more weight. He’d thrifted this old frock at the last second just for the job but the sleeves had been so constricting he feared losing feeling in his arms half way through the evening. They had to go. Hit with a pang of guilt, Edd awkwardly fidgeted with the side seam of his house pants.

Eddy threw the scissors aside and lifted the dress up.

“Well, that looks like shit,” he grimaced at the jaggedly frayed arm holes. He dropped the garment in disgust and shoved the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, growling in frustration. “Fuck me.” Double Dee reached out a sympathetic hand and caressed Eddy’s thigh.

“Oh, don’t despair, my love. Let me find the sewing machine.”

He patted Eddy’s knee before getting up from the floor and scurrying to the hall closet. Once the machine was set up on the dining table, Edd instructed his partner to put the dress on inside-out. Eddy stripped down to his boxer briefs and shimmied into it.

Eddy wiggled impatiently as Edd painstakingly pinned the fabric in place.

“Would you stay still!” Edd reprimanded through clasped lips, where he was holding a few sewing pins.

“These sequins are drivin’ me nuts, babe.”

“Just… a few… more… and done. Mind the pins as you remove that. Actually, let me help you.”

As Edd unzipped the back and guided the sleeves over Eddy’s shoulders, he couldn’t resist trailing a few kisses along the nape of his lover’s neck. This area was Eddy’s weak spot. His eyes rolled back and he smiled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, delighted, “now that’s what I call customer service.”

“This would be highly unprofessional.”

Eddy’s shaved hairline tickled Edd’s nose as he inhaled deeply.

“I should report you, ya perv.”

The dress dropped around Eddy’s feet and Edd’s arms wrapped around his naked torso. He planted a few more kisses from the crown of Eddy’s head to the stubble of his left cheek. The affection released some of Eddy’s wound-up tension. They kissed on the mouth before Edd gave a squeeze and asked, “Would you like me to come tonight?”

“Oh I bet you would.”

Edd simply glared back. Eddy sighed before trivializing the question with another quip, “What, you like me or somethin’?”

“Eddy…”

“You know it’s gonna go past your bedtime-”

Edd frowned. “I’ve managed well enough before on less sleep.”

“And it ain’t like you’ve got a team.”

“Some of my coworkers could be enticed.” There was a pause. Edd caressed the hairs on Eddy’s arms.

“Yeah?” Eddy responded in a softer, curious tone. His mouth curled into a goofy smile. It wasn’t every day that Double Dee made last minute plans.

“Yeah.”

Eddy turned to face his adorable partner when he got a foot-full of sewing pins.

“YEOWCH!”

Eddy jumped into the air and into Double Dee’s arms. The lankier man staggered under the weight, sputtering high pitched whines from the exertion, until they both collapsed on the couch in a heap.

After getting a bit… distracted… on the couch, Edd inspected the parts of his sewing machine. He dropped the foot and slowly applied pressure to the pedal as he fed in the fabric.

“Now, see, Eddy, I needed to secure the lining to the outer fabric like this to get a tidy seam.”

“Mhmm.”

The absent tone of that utterance made Edd pause and look up from his work. He raised a brow at Eddy, who was rapidly tapping away a message on his phone. Double Dee cleared his throat and the other man looked up.

“Wha-”

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to become acquainted with some basic sewing techniques. Then you wouldn’t need me for every minor alteration.”

“But it’s better when you do it,” Eddy winked.

“You can lead a horse to water…”

“Aah I’m messin’ with ya,” Eddy replied, waving a hand limply on his wrist before clasping both hands together with a clap, “So which side is facing what again?”

Edd smirked as he detailed the construction of the seam, Eddy intently listening. It was refreshing to know the version of Eddy that had outgrown the exploitative labor practices of his youth, more often than not opting to learn new skills and pitch in his handiness when needed. The first armhole completed, Eddy nudged Edd’s elbow.

“Do I get a crack at it?”

“Absolutely.”

Eddy took over Edd’s seat and slowly started the machine up.

“So I was thinkin’ I’d wear the black wig, but the red wouldn’t look half bad either.”

“I like the black more,” Edd said, crossing his legs.

“Then it’s settled. Blonde.”

“Why even bother asking my opinion then,” Edd tilted his chin up smugly.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you want till someone suggests somethin’ you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” Edd absently hummed in reply, watching Eddy’s hands closely, “sorry, do you mind if I- “ he motioned to the machine.

“Here we go,” Eddy raised his hands like it was a stick-up.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Edd prickled. He scooted his chair closer to Eddy and repositioned the fabric. Eddy just leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You know. It’s your way or the highway.”

“Well I can’t help that you were pulling the fabric too taut. Your seam is going to be cockled.”

“Maybe I like my seams cockled.”

“Eddy, please. Can you- “ Edd stopped himself with a huff. Eddy had to sympathize just a little: the poor guy was tortured by the mundane on the daily. The shorter of the two men stood from the table.

“You finish that and I’ll put on espresso.”

Double Dee considered this an agreeable arrangement.

“Thank you, dear.”

With the seam ripper he went to town undoing Eddy’s stitches. Eddy just snorted, refastened the straps on his robe, and headed to the kitchen where a good house floozy belonged.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #lasagnawords #tldr adhd vs autism

[enden-k]

Seeing you mention that you hate when people over-explain things made me think of hc for Alhaitham and Kaveh duing their student years (bc i don't think it could happen nowadays with their 'genius' status)

(Also this kinda just turned into me rambling at 2:00 am about them being nd, sorry if this doesn't make much sense, words are hard)

But like why can i see alhaitham also hating when people unnecessarily over-explaining things to him vs kaveh who had a habbit of doing just that, not bc he thought people are dumb, but bc he feels like he just sucks at explaining things (im probably projecting, but adhd brain makes words hard, there's a reason he isn't a linguists) and when you can't explain things well, people assume you don't know what you're talking about, then rejection sensitivity kicks in and now he's rambling/repeating himself and probably not helping them understand any better then before

But also like, imagine at first they but heads over this, until it clicks that they're both nd (im talking like withing hours of their initial meeting, they haven't even left the library) and like alhaitham knows kaveh isn't trying to talk down to him, and Kaveh doesn't feel the need to try and explain things as much. They just get each other.

Tldr: they're adhd vs autism and adhd/autism solidarity

(for ppl who dont know, this is in reference to an ask on my other blog where someone brought up the topic of tone indicators for me)

anw this is interesting, sorry if i cant say much bc i lit just woke up and my brain is still struggling to turn on ajsjshd also idk much about adhd stuff to comfortably babble about it without worrying i get smth wrong so, id only be able to add to it by just self projecting rambling about haithams perspective as a fellow autistic lil guy 💦 but yeap

#reply #rambles

[craske]

did the friendship meme, lets ignore the fact they didnt even meet eachother in canon and didnt have that much screentime together in the q2 game. And their dynamic is even more different since teddie is also older by 4-5 years

its basically the whole serious vs the silly except the serious is also silly but is much better at hiding it

or in tldr autism vs adhd

#persona 5 #persona 4 #teddie #kuma #goro akechi #my art #fanart #digital art #meme #theyve been rattling in my brain for so long now #idk if i can really make a coherent post with their dynamics #uhhh #goro is a ride or die kind of friend but he is stupid and silly and i cant stand him so he doesnt really show it #meanwhile teddie will cry over the simplest things and jump around and shit rainbows #only to end up being very mentally ill too #sharing your bad deep feelings? no hed sooner die #goro is the same but they both frustrate eachother with that #dw theyre best friends #so healthy for eachother <- lie

[thatoneautisticfnaffan]

a lot of the frights protags are so nd coded it hurts

and if they're not?? well if there's a will there's a way

tldr [ pointing at toby and pete ] autism vs AND adhd. autism LOVE adhd

They are absolutely all neurodivergent. They told me themselves.

#your honour most of them are nd and all of them are definitely traumatised #professional-frights-fanboy #responses #fazbear frights

[moon-county]

i’m thinking that i am autistic but i’m not exactly sure about that so i decided to make a list of things that made me think i’m autistic and a list of things that says “but i’m doing this so i’m not autistic” and i hope it’s gonna help me figure this out. do you think it’s a good idea? (i do not have money to be properly diagnosed)

hi, so before i get into this, i just want to mention that im self-diagnosed, and i also struggled a lot with worrying if i was “autistic enough” or if i really fit the criteria, since i also have adhd & there’s a big overlap. i personally don’t ever intend to get a professional diagnosis for autism, partly due to the cost, partly due to legal discrimination against autistic people, and partly because if i need accommodations, im already professionally diagnosed with adhd, so id be able to get accommodations if i phrase it in that context. also, this is probably going to be a pretty long post, i’ll try my best to break it up & put a tldr at the end!

to really get into this, i kinda have to talk about my personal experience, so i got diagnosed with adhd when i was 18, and because of overlapping traits, i had a hard time telling if it was just me relating because of that, or if i was autistic as well, and one thing that i saw that stuck out to me was a post that talked about adhd vs autism, and while the expression might be very similar/ the same, it’s the underlying reason that’s the difference. so the difference between an autistic person having trouble socializing and a person with adhd having trouble socializing, is while the adhd person might understand unspoken social rules and just has trouble focusing/getting distracted, an autistic person typically doesn’t understand those unspoken social rules (i have trouble with both, which is part of how i realized that i have both).

another thing is that when people talk about the autism spectrum, it’s not a linear low to high functioning, or if you’re more or less autistic. it’s about the traits you exhibit, and autistic people are so varied that there’s no one autistic experience! also, a lot of the time if you’re an adult or teenager and are trying to figure out what traits you do have & what traits you don’t, there’s a high possibility that if you are autistic, you learned to mask it - and that can be a conscious or unconscious thing that you do - and actually have more traits than you realize, and most diagnostic criteria doesn’t include this very real experience, as usually it’s focused on diagnosing children.

instead of making one list of things that make you think you’re autistic & another with reasons you might not be, I’d focus on the first list and try to analyze what the cause of the behavior/experience/etc is, and try to look through both lenses of “autistic” and “neurotypical”. (and if calling yourself autistic helps you understand yourself, if it makes you feel relieved, or if you’re worried you’re faking it, then you’re probably autistic)

#i really hope this helps you figure things out! #also sorry for not getting to it sooner #it just took me a while to formulate my thoughts on this #also if you haven’t checked it out i recommend checking the subreddit r/autismtranslated #there’s some other subreddits but that one helped me the most #if anyone else has tips/advice for anon feel free to reblog/comment #also these are just my thoughts #im no authority on autism im just autistic #i guess that kinda makes me an authority on it #but what im trying to say is don’t let anyone else tell you who you are #self diagnosis is as valid as professional diagnosis #rambling river #actually autistic #actually adhd #neurodivergent