My partner and I are looking to move from the Fourways area because of the traffic and just distance from a lot of places. Has anyone here lived in Waverley and would you recommend ito Traffic,utilities, noise & other disturbances?
Having ADHD is challenging but tolerable with some assistance. What makes the disorder horrible is that on top of dealing with your symptoms, you also have to deal with how utterly un-accommodating the world is!!
I didn’t finish my bachelor’s degree, I just needed two courses to pass but I couldn’t do it bc my brain wouldn’t let me. I do the work of getting diagnosed and finding a treatment plan that allows me to be a productive member of society. I try to re-enrol to finish what’s left of my degree - my university refuses saying I’ve been gone for too long (last registered 2021) and that I’ve already taken both courses twice which gives them no confidence that I’ll be successful this time around. I go back and forth with them since Jan, flying in twice (time + money + the emotional cost).
I finally speak to the deputy dean who is sympathetic to my case and tells me to submit an appeal for readmission (this is usually for students who have been academically excluded even though I wasn’t bc I’m a C+/ B- student!). She advises me to get a letter of diagnosis from my psychiatrist among other documents and promises to advocate for me at the next Faculty Management Committee meeting (18 June). I’ve been calling my psychiatrist’s office since Monday asking for this letter.
Today I am told that the psychiatrist won’t give me the letter because it’s been over 6 months since she last saw me (I’ve been getting my prescriptions from my GP bc her consultations are much cheaper) as if the ADHD went away somehow since the last time I consulted with her!!! I say “cool, I’ll pay to see her. Please set up an appointment”, “the earliest she can see you is 18 June”. I explain the situation and it’s still a “no, the doctor can’t see you”. For fucks sakes, man!!!
You can literally NEVER catch a goddam break!!!
I used to be friends with someone I can only describe as having a “narcissistic hero complex.” She was basically a rich girl who almost exclusively befriended poor or struggling people because she wanted the validation of feeling like our saviour. She also always needed to be the main character in your life. If you rejected her help or had friends or even a partner she felt you valued more than her, she’d punish you somehow, usually through a smear campaign (she always made sure all her friends knew each other). The worst offence, of course, was calling her out.
Anyway, she introduced me to one of her friends, B, and I immediately liked her and told my friend as much. We had a lot in common: came from the same part of the country, similar family backgrounds, career aspirations, and values.
Obviously, this unsettled our mutual friend. Long story short, she tried to poison us against each other. She started dogging B to me and, when I probed, I realised it was because B used to call her out on her bullshit. This literally made me like B more. She also started telling me B disliked me, and I quickly realised she was dogging me to B too. I noticed that whenever B and I were in the same room, she went out of her way to keep us apart.
After all this (and much more), I gradually reduced contact and tried to quietly end the friendship. Naturally, that came with a smear campaign, but I really didn’t care. Months later, B randomly calls me to say my former friend had been telling people I disappeared because I was in a relationship with an abusive man who was isolating me from my loved ones, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
At that point, I invited my friend and a few people from her circle I’d genuinely gotten along with over and set the record straight. When she realised people were actually hearing me out, she tried to throw a tantrum, but I simply started packing leftovers for everyone and ended the conversation. On her way home, she randomly sent me pictures of handbags telling me to pick one because she wanted to buy me one (very typical). Anyway, I sent a voice note officially ending the friendship. She tried to drag me into a back-and-forth, but I never replied.
I then texted B to thank her for the heads-up and let her know I’d ended the friendship. She asked how because she’d tried a few times herself but always got sucked back in. They also actually had mutual friends, so she couldn’t fully avoid her. I forwarded B the long voice note I’d sent ending the friendship. She thanked me, we wished each other well, and that was that. I deleted her number because I wanted a completely clean break from that whole situation.
Now, 18 months later, after a lot of therapy and growth, I’ve become much more intentional about friendship and community. I keep thinking about B because, whenever we actually got to talk without interruptions, we genuinely got along. Part of me wonders whether it would be worthwhile to reach out, see if she ever ended the friendship too, and maybe explore building a friendship ourselves.
I used to be friends with someone I can only describe as having a “narcissistic hero complex.” She was basically a rich girl who almost exclusively befriended poor or struggling people because she wanted the validation of feeling like our saviour. She also always needed to be the main character in your life. If you rejected her help or had friends or even a partner she felt you valued more than her, she’d punish you somehow, usually through a smear campaign (she always made sure all her friends knew each other). The worst offence, of course, was calling her out.
Anyway, she introduced me to one of her friends, B, and I immediately liked her and told my friend as much. We had a lot in common: came from the same part of the country, similar family backgrounds, career aspirations, and values.
Obviously, this unsettled our mutual friend. Long story short, she tried to poison us against each other. She started dogging B to me and, when I probed, I realised it was because B used to call her out on her bullshit. This literally made me like B more. She also started telling me B disliked me, and I quickly realised she was dogging me to B too. I noticed that whenever B and I were in the same room, she went out of her way to keep us apart.
After all this (and much more), I gradually reduced contact and tried to quietly end the friendship. Naturally, that came with a smear campaign, but I really didn’t care. Months later, B randomly calls me to say my former friend had been telling people I disappeared because I was in a relationship with an abusive man who was isolating me from my loved ones, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
At that point, I invited my friend and a few people from her circle I’d genuinely gotten along with over and set the record straight. When she realised people were actually hearing me out, she tried to throw a tantrum, but I simply started packing leftovers for everyone and ended the conversation. On her way home, she randomly sent me pictures of handbags telling me to pick one because she wanted to buy me one (very typical). Anyway, I sent a voice note officially ending the friendship. She tried to drag me into a back-and-forth, but I never replied.
I then texted B to thank her for the heads-up and let her know I’d ended the friendship. She asked how because she’d tried a few times herself but always got sucked back in. They also actually had mutual friends, so she couldn’t fully avoid her. I forwarded B the long voice note I’d sent ending the friendship. She thanked me, we wished each other well, and that was that. I deleted her number because I wanted a completely clean break from that whole situation.
Now, 18 months later, after a lot of therapy and growth, I’ve become much more intentional about friendship and community. I keep thinking about B because, whenever we actually got to talk without interruptions, we genuinely got along. Part of me wonders whether it would be worthwhile to reach out, see if she ever ended the friendship too, and maybe explore building a friendship ourselves.
I used to be friends with someone I can only describe as having a “narcissistic hero complex.” She was basically a rich girl who almost exclusively befriended poor or struggling people because she wanted the validation of feeling like our saviour. She also always needed to be the main character in your life. If you rejected her help or had friends or even a partner she felt you valued more than her, she’d punish you somehow, usually through a smear campaign (she always made sure all her friends knew each other). The worst offence, of course, was calling her out.
Anyway, she introduced me to one of her friends, B, and I immediately liked her and told my friend as much. We had a lot in common: came from the same part of the country, similar family backgrounds, career aspirations, and values.
Obviously, this unsettled our mutual friend. Long story short, she tried to poison us against each other. She started dogging B to me and, when I probed, I realised it was because B used to call her out on her bullshit. This literally made me like B more. She also started telling me B disliked me, and I quickly realised she was dogging me to B too. I noticed that whenever B and I were in the same room, she went out of her way to keep us apart.
After all this (and much more), I gradually reduced contact and tried to quietly end the friendship. Naturally, that came with a smear campaign, but I really didn’t care. Months later, B randomly calls me to say my former friend had been telling people I disappeared because I was in a relationship with an abusive man who was isolating me from my loved ones, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
At that point, I invited my friend and a few people from her circle I’d genuinely gotten along with over and set the record straight. When she realised people were actually hearing me out, she tried to throw a tantrum, but I simply started packing leftovers for everyone and ended the conversation. On her way home, she randomly sent me pictures of handbags telling me to pick one because she wanted to buy me one (very typical). Anyway, I sent a voice note officially ending the friendship. She tried to drag me into a back-and-forth, but I never replied.
I then texted B to thank her for the heads-up and let her know I’d ended the friendship. She asked how because she’d tried a few times herself but always got sucked back in. They also actually had mutual friends, so she couldn’t fully avoid her. I forwarded B the long voice note I’d sent ending the friendship. She thanked me, we wished each other well, and that was that. I deleted her number because I wanted a completely clean break from that whole situation.
Now, 18 months later, after a lot of therapy and growth, I’ve become much more intentional about friendship and community. I keep thinking about B because, whenever we actually got to talk without interruptions, we genuinely got along. Part of me wonders whether it would be worthwhile to reach out, see if she ever ended the friendship too, and maybe explore building a friendship ourselves.