I really hate talking to almost every other parent that I've met. I just feel a constant mental stopwatch, waiting for it to end.
Some days I really wish I was free. Not because I don't love my kids but because being a single parent with literally no support, not even a childminder, is so fucking awful sometimes. It's mentally draining and taxing on the soul, on those bad days (today).
I hate that when I like someone, I become consumed by them, even if they're not interested in me.
I wear a type of prosthetic that nobody knows about, other than my family. I find it so embarrassing, especially at my age.
I always want to be there for people and offer help, but due to trauma and ADHD find it really hard to be there to help when they want me as I can physically only talk about things when I'm ready to. I have 2 unopened DMs on here from weeks ago that I can't quite find the strength to reply to because I'm just not in the right cycle of mental state yet. The guilt is horrible and it makes me angry at myself.
My favourite hobby when I was 9 was buying whole fish from Tesco and dissecting them in my back garden.