Tag: ADHD
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The Letter That Ends the Silence
What do you send when they’ve ignored every polite request, every reminder, every truth? This post delivers the final piece of the Frost Method trilogy: a direct, professional self-advocacy letter built for escalation. Ready to document your demands before silence turns suffocating? Here’s the template that speaks when they refuse to listen
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Ropes, Recovery, BDSM and Me
What if the thing that quieted your mind wasn’t therapy or sleep—but the strike of a flogger, the structure of a scene, and the rules of kink? I don’t play for thrill—I play to breathe. BDSM gave me control, clarity, and quiet where trauma lived loud. This post shares why kink holds my healing, my…
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Fraud, Fire, and Federal Law: Weapons of an Advocate
Just when sleep was seconds away, a rogue charge sparked an all-night battle. Why are you still being billed for a service you canceled—and couldn’t use to begin with? Join me as I unpack the fury, the facts, and the federal law that turns quiet frustration into unstoppable fire.
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PTSD vs CPTSD plus a Free Rant
Does a sudden crash still echo through your bones, or is it years of neglect that hollowed you? Which trauma begs your attention—PTSD’s jolt or CPTSD’s slow storm?
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I Speak Many Languages. Masking Follows Me in ALL of Them
I’m multilingual. But behind each language was a mask—until I found the one that didn’t come with trauma. Turns out, fluency isn’t freedom. Identity is.
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ASL Journey
I have mentioned I’m working on learning ASL. I thought it might be fun to share how I’m doing with this. There is also the disturbing thing I want to share with you. Did you know 90% of parents who have a deaf child do not bother to learn ASL? Talk about isolating to put…
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When Talking Takes Everything—And Silence Gives it Back
I spent years performing speech that drained me—now I’ve unmasked the truth. Talking isn’t connection for me—it’s exhaustion, confusion, and finally… freedom
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No Therapy, Still Broken: How Escaping ABA Didn’t Mean I Was Safe
Speech became performance. Silence felt wrong. But avoiding therapy didn’t mean escaping harm—it just meant the trauma wore a mask too. This is what verbal masking really costs.
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The Impact of Gaslighting in Medicine on Patient Health a Personal Experience
This is a longer post yes, however the story it tells is one that needs to be told. Even now I barely scratch the surface and that is so far from okay that I have no words for what I touch on.
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A Childhood of Words, a Lifetime of Silence
For years I thought my constant talking was personality—until I realized it was masking. Now I’m reclaiming silence, expression, and the truth I was never allowed to speak.
Who am I? 