Anathema

i dont think i ever posted this here but i adore the idea of splicing together bumper stickers

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

i am sort of a boy. i am sort of a creature. i was a girl once but never a woman. maybe as i grow ill feel more man than boy. i am a guy. dude gender neutral. he and they but also i am my mother’s daughter. not in a feminine way just in an i love her way. does this make sense? she calls me her favorite daughter (her only daughter) and i never wanted to give that up. i am her daughter like blood is a link and like a boat is she. but im still a boything. male in the way a mushroom is neither plant or flesh but also is both. can you hear me? do you understand?

my beautiful wife with every disease who crashed my computer and has shaved years off my life upon becoming my muse <3

bonus bald version becous his hair always covers the cool stitches n stuff

medieval peasant: I see... so, it is the case that there are many paintings within this magical book? it is not so strange after all.

me, trying to show him tumblr to scare him: I was kind of hoping this would be a bit more confusing to you

peasant, suddenly pointing at the screen: hark! cynocephali

have you ever been told you look like a celebrity?

yes (who? 👀)

no