This is my first post, it’s kind of a leap of faith for me, but here it goes.
When I was 25 years of age I discovered I have ADD and had dealt with it unknowingly. Since then I’ve learned a lot about AD(H)D.
However I notice I don’t find a lot of books or other media about the experience of having AD(H)D; I miss people’s personal stories. When I did find some stories (for example How to ADHD) I was thrilled and still am, because I recognize myself in those stories and that is comforting.
There are a lot of stories of my childhood that I try to give a new place, among which are stories that are tied to ADD that I did not know off at the time and my parents didn’t either.
Since writing and illustrating a book with anecdotes and drawings is too big an idea for me to comprehend, I decided I’m going to make one drawing and one story at a time, which is more do-able for me.
I hope you guys will also recognize yourself in the stories and find some comfort in them. You are not alone.

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Story 1, in the category small tics.
When I was young I used to have a rag. I took it with me everywhere. I couldn’t sleep without it. I folded the piece of cloth and rubbed the fabric against each other. Whenever I lost my rag, I tried to find a new fabric that was exactly the same. I ruined mama’s blouses because they were the perfect soft fabric and I wanted to use them as a rag.
I think nowadays I use my hair instead. I’m always twirling my hair when I’m day-dreaming, or when I’m having a conversation, or when I’m watching series. Never mind that, I do it most of the time.
Sometimes I find it a bit disturbing, because I have the feeling it stands in the way of being present in the ‘now’. Also, this will be my avatar. I hope to post more stories soon!