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Seven Secrets to a Elated ADHD Relationship
Relationships & Parenting
You can have a gleeful ADHD marriage.
Read that again. You probably don’t perceive it often enough.
Adults With ADHD Can Have Delighted, Fulfilling Marriages
The statistics are scary, and at times you might not feel it’s possible to construct a marriage work with ADHD in the mix. You fight too much. Your house is a mess. You can’t discover your keys. You’re slow for appointments, if you even remember that you have them. The bills are late. You utter things without thinking or tune out during essential conversations.
Life is chaotic. And still, adults with ADHD are completely capable of happy, fulfilling marriages.
All marriages have their ups and downs, but if one or both spouses acquire ADHD, the relationship is significantly more challenging. Two people, two lives entwined, every day, under one roof…and ADHD. It’s complex, it’s hard, it’s stunning, and it’s not impossible.
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You Choose if You Strengthen or Weaken Your Rope
Marriage is like a rope. The entwined threads can either be sturdy or frayed. The rope stays strong and supportive as you both attain and climb upward
I love Jesus but I want to die: what you need to realize about suicide
I was in California on a business trip, just yards from the beach, eating ice cream and laughing as the conversation drifted away from business. Eventually, somebody mentioned a friend-of-a-friend who had died by suicide.
The familiar ache and nausea filled my chest. My insides rattled when my coworker said he didn’t realize what would craft someone feel fancy taking their being was the only option.
I swallowed unyielding and let out the breath I’d been holding. “I do.” For the first time in my life, I spoke up. “I completely get that. I’ve been there.”
My coworkers stared, jaws dangling in breathless shock. Finally, someone asked what it’s like to wish to die. So I told them about the physical pain, the exhaustion, the heaviness. I told them it’s like dying of a terrible disease and wishing I could hurry it up, knowing things would only become worse.
The last two weeks have brought news of too many people wanting to die. Anthony Bourdain and Kate Spade ended their lives last week. Several of our friends’ kids hold attempted suicide, shocking their church communities. Our hearts are breaking with those in such pain
The fantasy of having a threesome is often desired by men, and it typically involves them with two women. It’s not common for straight men to be eager to have sex with a woman and include another male, let alone a friend.
Yet somehow, I’ve had two different threesomes with different guys.
I know it sounds bad. However, just because I had a threesome with them does not mean they necessarily shoved their penis inside of me. Just to clarify.
For starters, both groups consisted of teammates. The first time it happened, they both played for a local hockey team. They also were leading friends, unbeknownst to me. However, I was already hooking up with both of them. I had no clue they knew each other until I went to one of their games and saw them both.
Long story compact, the threesome just sort of happened.
The second day, they were all players on the local OHL hockey team. In this case, there were actually three guys involved. One of the guys even went on to engage in the NHL, which is kind of cool now. One night I showed interest in one guy and somehow it evolved into “that” happening in the back of a minivan in a Catholic high school parking lot. It was not wh
Does sex with a trans woman generate me gay?
I’m a straight male, 21 years old. I love women, I’ve always loved women, I’ve always loved having sex with women. However, in the last year, here and there, I’ve jerked off to transsexual porn. One night, after drinking with a friend and smoking some hash, I arranged a go out with a transgender sex worker. She was totally womanly, nothing manly about her, except for, you know. She licked my butt, gave me chief, and fingered me. I’ve been on the receiving finish of anal compete before from girls, so nothing fresh. But somewhere during this encounter, I became the receiving partner during anal sex. At the time, I was too fucked up to care. But the next sunlight, I started to feel really lousy. She was very safe and used condoms for everything. I just can’t get past the fact that I did the gayest thing a guy can do. I feel really unhappy about this traumatic situation. I can’t seem to appreciate my life anymore. I’ve even felt somewhat suicidal. (I would never slay myself—I wouldn’t accomplish that to my family and friends.) I still need to date women and have sex with women. I don’t regret entity with a transgender woman because I wanted to experiment. I’ve been tested since the
Growing Up With Two Moms: The Untold Children’s View
Between 1973 and 1990, when my beloved mother passed away, she and her female romantic partner raised me. They had separate houses but spent nearly all their weekends together, with me, in a trailer tucked discreetly in an RV park 50 minutes away from the town where we lived. As the youngest of my mother’s biological children, I was the only child who experienced childhood without my father entity around.
After my mother’s partner’s children had left for college, she moved into our house in town. I lived with both of them for the brief time before my mother died at the age of 53. I was 19. In other words, I was the only child who experienced life under “gay parenting” as that term is understood today.
Quite simply, growing up with gay parents was very difficult, and not because of prejudice from neighbors. People in our community didn’t really know what was going on in the residence. To most outside observers, I was a well-raised, high-achieving child, finishing elevated school with straight A’s.
Inside, however, I was perplexed. When your home existence is so drastically other from everyone around you, in a fundamental way str