Ppl Who Are Shy At First But Become Obnoxious And Loud Once Theyre Comfortable Around You R Awesoem.

I was diagnosed with Dsygraphia and ADD in second grade and I only found out that I had Dsygraphia in seventh grade(my parents knew but I didn’t) and my sister is an excellent artist so I understand.

*sad sigh*

I always get depressed when I remember that I can’t draw. I wish it was something like “Oh I’m just bad at drawing” but I physically can’t, no matter how hard I try. The sad part about it is that it haunts me even today. I have a rare neurological disorder called “Dysgraphia" 

What is Dysgraphia? 

To put it in simple terms it is the inability for a person to match the image in their head to paper. It has also been described as a "A memory problem on the microsecond level.” Some people describe it as a motor skill deficiency.

What many people don’t know is the act of writing is actually a memory task. You are remembering the shape of a letter and writing it. We auto correct our writing to match our first letter. That way your first letter and last letter should be written in the same “style” and shape. The brain remembers how you wrote your letter or shape and adjusts your muscles to continue writing in that same style. All this information happens in a fraction of a second. 

For people like myself, our brains cannot adjust to match each letter or shape. The result being that every letter and shape and line is different and sometimes incorrect. Spelling mistakes occur frequently in people who have dysgraphia. Often being told that they are “bad spellers” the problem is that their brains have processed the next letter already but the motor skill hasn’t caught up and they leave out letters. 

There are currently no known cures for the condition and as a whole it is ignored. Simply told to “practice writing” in hope that the brain will remember how to correctly write. The condition is listed as a type of dyslexia but is considered to be rather unimportant. The current best “treatment” is to use a word processor or computer. “Finding alternate methods of communication”. Which basically means “Its not important enough for us to care about." 

Being a kid I was always teased and scolded by people for my "bad handwriting” my teachers would complain to my parents about how I was a “sloppy” writer. I was labeled "lazy" and “unorganized” because I couldn’t write well. Which frustrated me because I would write as slow as I could in an effort to make it legible. Often I would be the last to turn in my assignment and it would be incomplete or I would have cramps in my hands and ended up quitting. Believing me to be retarded or mentally challenged I was subjected to tests from the school. 

The school basically threw their hands up. It didn’t make sense. Writing and drawing I was nearly inept at but when it came to reading and speaking I was performing way above other students in the class. The other students picked up on it and would often exaggerate the extent they couldn’t read my writing and I was the last one to be picked for “pictionary”. Becoming more and more frustrated, I just stopped participating and choosed to read instead. The older I got the more I was scolded for my handwriting. Often told “You write like a elementary kid!” I often wouldn’t turn in reports I had to write. It gets more frustrating when people tell you “it isn’t that hard” to fix it. 

Do a test. Find a piece of paper (lined) and write the sentence “The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog.” Chances are your hand writing is pretty consistent. Now try to write the same sentence making sure that every letter is written in a completely different way. Space your letters incorrectly. Finally, make sure to write random letters backwards. I suggest “e” “r” “f” and “q”. Next, Try to draw a line or a circle. Be sure to change the pressure so that some areas are darker than others. Curve your straight line and make a slightly straight line on your circle. It will probably take you a few moments. That is how it is for me to write or draw in a way that most people can read. Your hand is probably cramping a little too. Which is what happens when I write anytime. Over the years I’ve had to deal with it and I can ignore the pain. The thing I can’t ignore is the fact that I often can’t read my own writing. 

So I say to everyone who can draw, Don’t ever curse your gift. Have more confidence in yourself and your abilities. Because you don’t know what its like to not have them. 

Need this kind of support in my life

Steve McGarrett 8.16

okay but where’s the story where mac and jack get drunk together and promise that if neither of them is in a relationship when mac turns 30, they’ll get married.

mac turns thirty, and they’re both single. they go to vegas to get married.

at the county clerk’s office to get their marriage license, they are told they can’t get a license because they filed a marriage certificate in california like four years previous.

cue hijinks as they try to figure out how they got married while trying to hide their feelings from each other.

The first on-screen kiss between two men.

“Wings”, 1927

Fake dating AU where instead of Eddie getting back together with and kissing his wife in 2x07, he panics and tells her that he has a boyfriend, despite the fact that he hasn’t been on a single date since she abandoned left them, let alone started a serious relationship with anybody. When she starts asking questions about him, and later to meet him- “For Christopher, Eddie. I might not have been doing a good job of it lately, but I’m still his mum and I still care about him; I deserve to know whose apart of his life now, especially if it’s a big a part as this.” -Eddie panics more and starts talking about the first person that comes to his mind: Buck. 

Cue Eddie nervously approaching Buck the next day and asking him to come to dinner with him and his unofficial ex-wife as his boyfriend to help cover up his lie and Buck eagerly agreeing because that’s what friends are for right?

and I had more but it’s late and I’m tired and my brains refusing to cooperate with me enough to get it all down. 

You need.. you need to unmute…

I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”

I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:

I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS

Turns out, the only white paint we’ve got is the glossy-finish outdoor paint, so this is all I could get today. I’ve got them sandwiched between 2 pieces of cardboard w some books stacked on top rn to flatten them, and tomorrow after work I’m gonna pick up some white paint and hopefully at least get the sky done