My first implant was really annoying. Period every 2 weeks. Sometimes crazy heavy, sometimes very light. Now, one year into my second implant, I am going more than a month without a period.
The nurse did say flow can change between implants, but I was sceptical. Has anyone else experienced this?
When I got it (last year), it was unfurling a new leaf. That leaf still looks unhappy. The youngest leaves died because i wasn't watering it enough.
Where I was living up until a few weeks ago, it wasn't getting as much light, it was colder (<20c/68f) but maybe more humid (40-60). Where I am now has a sun room and a conservatory both are south facing. Both locations are hot (25-30c/77-86f) during the day but at night they might drop to 15c/59f maybe lower. The humidity is around 30 according to my meter.
Im not sure where to put it. If i have in in the hotest part of the house how can I help with humidity.
It's been 3 months. As I described in a previous post, my head understands that we were not going to work out, and getting back together would be a bad idea. But I feel so lonely.
Going from having constant companionship (even when apart you know they are there for you) to being alone has been incredibly difficult. I am starting to manage my day to day but it's very slow and tiring. The other side is being able to look forward to positivity. Before I was seeing our life together and I was looking into the future with excitment. Now I look forward and I don't know where I am taking my life. The crazy thing is that before we began our relationship, I had accepted that I would end up alone. Now I am alone again, and I feel completely hopeless.
I can't imagine finding someone who I will love that will love me in the way I need them to. So in the end I will end up alone.
I have friends, and I have family. And I am trying to hold on through them, but they have their own lives. I just don't know how to hold on when they're not around.
I am going through a bad patch mentally. It is mainly caused by going through my first breakup (almost 4 year relationship. I am having to grapple with understanding how my ADHD contributed to the breakup while also accepting I could not have saved the relationship, and who my ex truly is means even without the effect of my ADHD the relationship wasn't going to work.
While going through this, I am reflecting on how I experienced intimacy once the honeymoon phase ended. I am realising that some of my issues with intimacy were ADHD related but also that I may be in some way asexual.
And now im sobbing because it's just another part of living that is made so much harder because of ADHD. I was already feeling low about not being able to do so many things without struggling. Now I have another thing for the list. Living with ADHD is like having to breathe manually with every part of my life. It's so exhuasing.
I am just so tired of this, but this is just going to be the rest of my life.
This is probably more common than I think. My boyfriend [25M] broke up with me [27F] a few months ago after almost 4 years together. He didn't say he had a problem with our intimacy, and when I asked during the breakup if there was a problem with it, he didn't respond. But I can't help but wonder.
He was my first everything. I didn't get any experience during high school or college. I didn't really have any desires other than to get emotionally close to people. The thought of hooking up with someone I barely know has always been a big no. I wanted to experience things, but I could never get close enough to anyone. And the people I did want to get close with I was attracted to for who they were not their physical appearance.
I finally got to the point where I wanted to have some kind of experience as I had accepted that I wouldn't find a relationship. Long story short, I ended up hooking up with a friend, which then turned into a relationship. It was really fun and I did enjoy myself. But I think it was kind of the novelty of it. New exciting thing. Is it related to my ADHD? Probably. But there were things that I was doing that I was only doing cause in my head it is something people do together. Similar to masking in social situations.
After a while, things changed slowly, some stuff I didn't let go on for very long, and other things I stopped doing altogether. The last year and a half ish (maybe even 2) he was initiating pretty much every time. I liked that, but often my body was reacting, but I didn't really have a desire to actually do anything. It was only once my body had reacted enough that I would engage. I never opened up about this cause I didn't think it was an issue until we broke up, and then it made me wonder.
I loved him so much and still do love the person I hoped he was. But now I reflect on things, there wasn't really sexual attraction to him. Any kind of reaction to him was more aesthetics, I guess? If it wasn't, it was, I love this person. Like I would look at him and feel intense love, and I would want to be as close to him as possible. But I would feel much happier just cuddling.
Now, I don't want to have another relationship, but I don't want to be alone. I think I should figure this out so that if I do decide I want a relationship, I know what I want out of it. I don't want to end up giving false expectations of what I would be to someone long term.
I am not completely ruling out hormone/medicatio related things. I have been on birth control and ADHD meds since my mid twenties and early twenties. Definitely think the birth control affected my libido a bit, but I don't know how much this overlaps with what I have talked about.
I miss him, but I am slowly accepting that we won't work.
I need to work on things, but he needs to work on a lot. I did my best to encourage self-improvement. Letting him know I want to support him in whatever will make him happy. I was so patient with his bad behaviour, with his difficulties with commitment, with his inability to communicate. Up until the very end.
I can't love someone into loving me. I can't help someone so completely resistant to helping themselves. And I shouldn't have to deal with that. When I am trying my best to deal with my own issues.
If he loved me as much as I loved him, he would have talked to me before the resentment build up. He wouldn't use the little ways I have fallen short against me as if it's my fault.
He won't figure out his shit within a year. Even if he did, eventually, how can I be certain? How can I ever trust him again?
So if he does come back, I will tell him how I feel and tell him no.