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The web content presents a personal and poetic reflection on the experience of living with ADHD and ASD, through the lens of Keira Fulton-Lees' poem "Adderall — My Little Blue Time Capsule."

Abstract

Keira Fulton-Lees' poem "Adderall — My Little Blue Time Capsule" provides an intimate look into the daily struggles and coping mechanisms of someone navigating life with ADHD and ASD. The poem describes the sensory overload, the challenges with focus and time perception, and the distractions that can derail tasks. It also touches on the role of medication like Adderall in managing symptoms, contrasting moments of hyperfocus with episodes of scattered attention. The narrative weaves through the poet's internal world, highlighting the creativity and unique perspective that can come with neurodiversity. The content concludes with an invitation to explore more writings on autism, mental health, and other topics on the Medium publication "ArtfullyAutistic."

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The author expresses a complex relationship with Adderall, acknowledging its role in maintaining focus while also recognizing moments where they feel they can manage without it.
There is a sense of frustration with the unpredictability of attention and the impact of distractions on daily tasks.
The poem conveys a vivid sensory experience, with imagery that captures the intensity of living with ADHD and ASD.
The author seems to embrace their neurodiversity, finding beauty and creativity in their unique way of processing the world.
There is an underlying resilience and adaptability in the author's approach to managing their symptoms and navigating life.
The content suggests that there is a community or space for further exploration and understanding of neurodiversity, as indicated by the promotion of the "ArtfullyAutistic" Medium publication.

What It Feels Like to Have ADHD AND ASD

ADHD-Day – Poetry by Keira Fulton-Lees

Adderall — My Little Blue Time Capsule

kPhoto by Jne Valokuvaus on shutterstock.com / Modified by Author

Light falls on empty eyes Spills forth across the room Then finds me (or part of me) Slightly out of tune

The white mouse it circles me Peaks quietly through the maze Then crawls back inside of me Today is not her day

Alarms within become aware Scream loudly from slight cause The hands that move in waves Respond to those who stare

Scanning fast from distracted mind ‘Till find that one small thing To cast my little rope around And still this wave I ride

If slightest sound is heard just then My eyes will dart about Take snapshots of the crowded room Until I scare it out

Then study each though seen before The smallest change will do For thoughts then to domino Then quickly I’m consumed

A million little synapses Deciding where to go From a mind so undecided Its difficult to just know

To react at once to everything Then to hyperfocus on one solo Pausing in the frig to wave Until I then re-know

Then vanish to a world my own A world of picture paint A world of lights that speak to me In rhymes that I arrange

In the air above my head My hands capture all of these And fit them in the puzzled air Until I feel they’ve pleased

And about my home I do roam And scurry throughout the day Circle through and pick up things I find along the way

There is this thing I need to get It’s but four feet away Go there straight, my best guess A few seconds it should take

But seconds are sliced to fractions And in beweeen change my game Everything is a disttraction And lead me many ways

Been hours now since I was here What did become of me? I don’t even remember now What was that thing I need?

Perhaps, I don’t need it now So, back to write my rhymes Unless some other thing Distracts me one more time

The little blue capsule rules To keep me focused true But there are times when I just feel I can cope without the blue

But when I do, clueless time goes passed A task of hanging pictures on the walls ‘Till midnight past my looking glass I kinow no time at all

It feels just right to one like me Knowing I’m not the norm And with a smile, I’ll end with this Bang bang! It’s half past three!

**-= Keira Fulton-Lees, As.D**. =- **Circular Words ©AraN Outer Logo by Author Inner Image by fliegenwulf / shutterstock.com**

What It Feels Like to Have ADHD AND ASD

ADHD-Day – Poetry by Keira Fulton-Lees

Adderall — My Little Blue Time Capsule

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