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I’m trying to wrap My head around how this is fair or legal or actually scary
How Is a driver that has 10 violations including multiple speeding, driving when restricted etc have no accountability for hitting kids driving in an outside lane on a marked crosswalk?

Why does icbc let drivers like that stay on the road?? That’s a huge eye opener to how freakishly scary it is to drive on the road or walk on a sidewalk now.
Think of how many of these drivers at are not penalized continuing to drive jeopardizing everybody’s safety because of no fault insurance.

Somebody get away with not anything happen to them after completely altering a little kid’s life with a bad driving record to start

Where is the accountability? Where is the justice?

My daughter has left with 24 hour care and offer for my 1CBC not enough to cover a 24 hour care ?

Why do we even pay for insurance if we can’t get covered when we need it?

Why do we keep on favoring the criminals?
I don’t care what’s going on here

Why does British Columbia put up with this? Why do we all just sit here and put up with this?
I am just baffled right now

One of my biggest traumas was The lasting impact of my experience with child protection was profound.
Living for so long under constant uncertainty, repeated anonymous reports, and never knowing who was providing information about me fundamentally altered the way my brain responded to the world.
I developed severe hypervigilance, chronic mistrust, and an ongoing expectation of betrayal
. My nervous system remained in a constant state of threat, always scanning for danger and trying to determine who was safe and who wasn’t.

I became emotionally withdrawn, socially isolated, and increasingly unable to trust my own judgment about people or situations.
The experience shattered my sense of safety, leaving me with persistent anxiety, paranoia, and a deep fear that my private life was never truly felt private. Long after my case was closed, those psychological injuries remained, shaping the way I viewed relationships, institutions, and the world around me for years

As of two months ago, my daughter went up to her best friend‘s house for a sleepover and the next day. I got a phone call saying that she was in critical condition because she’s been hit by a car on a crosswalk.
She is in critical condition. She severely brain damaged. She’s 10 years old and because of our no fault insurance the driver gets away with no accountability. We get no money to provide for her care needs and I’m left. Missing my daughter, having to be a full-time caretaker and severely broken like I’ve never felt in my life.
I have no support because of the earlier incident. But why that was manageable was because I always had the love of my children, and I always said it doesn’t matter I have them.
It’s cruel
She doesn’t deserve this. She’s loving, kindest little girl you’ve ever met. She’s my world.
When will this ever stop?

I take full responsibility for my drug use. I wasn’t okay, and I eventually chose rehab, sober living, and counselling.
When child protection first opened their file, the very first thing they told me was that they had been receiving multiple, multiple phone calls from many different people who were concerned about me.
Throughout the entire case, they kept repeating the same thing.
“We’ve received more phone calls.”
“More people have called.”
“Lots of people are reporting concerns.”
Every time I asked who these people were, they refused to tell me.
I was left believing that people all around me were watching me and reporting back on my life, but I was never allowed to know who they were.
That uncertainty became the foundation for everything that followed.
In July, I was placed under a supervision order requiring another approved adult to be with me whenever I was with my children. I cooperated completely. I attended AA, collected attendance cards, and did everything they asked.
While staying in Penticton, my mom texted asking when I’d be home because she and her partner wanted to go to the pub for about an hour. I came home and stayed alone with my children. Almost nobody knew that had happened.
A few days later, I took my son to one of my properties in Kelowna so I could power wash a deck. We didn’t tell anyone where we were going and didn’t run into anyone we knew.
Then we went to Cultus Lake. My mom was supposed to come because of the supervision order, but she was exhausted and told me to just take the kids.
That night, minutes after I got home and put my children to bed, two social workers were standing at my door.
They told me they’d received another phone call reporting that I was alone with my children.
I couldn’t understand how.
Almost nobody knew that supervision order even existed.
At my next meeting, child protection somehow knew about Penticton, Kelowna, Cultus Lake, another trip to Vancouver Island, and even the fact that I’d gotten up to use the bathroom during an AA meeting.
I stopped the meeting and asked:
“How are random people in different cities all reporting the exact same confidential supervision issue? Who knows this much about my life?”
Again, they wouldn’t tell me.
That was when my trust started collapsing.
Eventually, it felt like there was another phone call almost every single day about something incredibly specific.
The final straw involved my boyfriend. We had an argument one night after he became jealous and left. Before he did, he sent me a text accusing me of dealing drugs with my kids in the house. The accusation wasn’t true.
The very next day, child protection showed up at my house. They said they’d received their “most concerning” phone call yet and searched my home.
They found no drugs.
Instead, they pointed to the metal lid from one of my candles with candle wax on it and suggested it was evidence of drug use. I begged them to test it or verify what it actually was, but they refused.
They took the kids.
After digging around,I had finally put it together and figured it out on my own. Every phone call they said they had received was based on a text message from my phone. Every single incident they confronted me about had been specifically mentioned in a text message I had sent to someone.
It’s highly illegal to do this, but the ministry can do what they want. They’re above the law. No lawyer can touch them.
A friend of mine who used to work for the ministry told me, “If you feel like they’re in your phone, they definitely are. They can’t ever admit to it, but they definitely do things like that.”
I learned that you can’t get justice out of it. You have to play their game exactly how they say so I did.
Finally, it all made sense where this was coming from.
The trauma of no longer trusting my surroundings has never left.
Eventually, I went to rehab. I stayed in sober living, completed counselling, and worked hard to rebuild my life. My child protection file was eventually closed.
But the trauma didn’t end when the file closed.
It changed the way I saw people.
I stopped trusting friends.
I stopped trusting support systems.
I stopped trusting government agencies.
I questioned everyone’s motives because I genuinely didn’t know who was watching me or who might become the next anonymous phone call.
That’s why I disappeared.
It wasn’t because I stopped caring about people.
It was because I no longer knew who felt safe.

My family member was in the ICU for a month, and I was there every single day.
It sounds strange to say, but my brain has never felt more switched on. There was constant problem-solving, learning, pattern recognition, thinking on my feet, and adapting to new situations. I was exhausted physically, but mentally I felt calm, focused, and almost…content.
As soon as things stabilized and the crisis was over, I crashed. I felt really down.
Then one day she suddenly became critically ill again, and I could literally feel my brain click back into “emergency mode.” It was like someone flipped a switch. Everything became crystal clear, and I knew exactly what I needed to focus on.
Meanwhile, I can completely melt down if I can’t find my purse, my wallet, or even my deodorant. I’ll cry, panic, and feel completely overwhelmed by something that most people would consider minor.
How does that make any sense?
Why can I function so well during life-or-death situations but struggle so much with everyday life?
Is this something other people with ADHD experience?
Is it because a crisis provides enough stimulation and urgency for our brains to engage? Sometimes I wonder if this is why I keep gravitating toward chaos, not because I enjoy it, but because it’s one of the only times my brain feels like it’s working the way it’s supposed to.

People say ADHD, autism, and AuDHD are finally understood and accepted by society. The stigma has improved in many ways, but has it really changed where it matters most?
When it comes to education, employment, and how society expects us to function, it often feels like we’re still expected to fit a system that wasn’t designed for us.
For example:
Some careers are effectively closed off to people with ADHD, depending on the severity, treatment, and the role. Aviation is one example where ADHD can create significant certification barriers.
Success in school still depends heavily on standardized testing, even though many neurodivergent people demonstrate their abilities far better through practical work, projects, or alternative assessments.
Society is largely built around an early-morning schedule. But not everyone’s brain works that way. I do my best thinking and my most productive work at night, yet that’s often viewed as a character flaw instead of a difference in neurological functioning.
If we’re enthusiastic or our thoughts jump quickly between ideas, we’re often judged as unfocused or not paying attention, rather than recognized as having a different communication style.
Executive dysfunction is frequently mistaken for laziness. Cleaning and organizing aren’t just about motivation. Many people with ADHD need a level of organization that requires pulling everything apart before putting it back together, which creates an overwhelming task that can become impossible to start or finish.
ADHD also involves measurable differences in dopamine regulation, yet many people still treat it as if it’s simply a lack of effort or discipline.
So I wonder: if society says it understands ADHD but still expects people with ADHD to conform to the same systems, schedules, communication styles, and measures of success as everyone else, is that really understanding? Or is it just greater awareness without meaningful accommodation?

Hi everybody, I’m ADHD
I can’t understand the time for the life of me. I am either early or late or days late for any single thing I do.
I cannot wrap my head around time. All of a sudden there’s so much time and then it’s just gone.
I’ve struggled my whole life to try and follow it and I cannot do linear time. It doesn’t actually exist and at least I believe it doesn’t.

I’m starting to think that neurodivergent are wired to quantum understanding of time

Is there anybody else that can’t follow any your time? It’s so frustrating trying to live on it.

Every time I’m driving in a dream I’m always in my Cabriolet, which I owned in high school but I’m always driving that no matter what. I wonder why why that is it’s so vivid.

Ever since I was a child I have dreams that I could fly, except I would struggle to fly. If I got high in the sky it would only last for a minute. And then I’d be hovering really low to the ground. Still flying. But not well. And I could only hold it for a couple seconds at a time. And sometimes I couldn’t get up at all. But it’s been reoccurring for 40 years