fucking adhd. I have to run a con on my own brain to get anything done.
I’m staging everything I’ll need to do paperwork and a stressful phone call, real sneaky-like so as not to alert my brain to the plan. Going into the kitchen for coffee and casually turning on my computer as I pass. Telling myself I’m just picking up these papers so I don’t step on them. Planting my favorite pen in a strategic position.
Later, I’ll subtly imply that completing this task is quick, it’s easy, and it’s free. And then I’ll see everything laid out and think “well, surely a little 5-minute trial run won’t hurt, and of course I can stop if I want to.” and that’s when the bear traps will be activated.
and maybe you’re thinking nobody would fall for that but lemme tell ya: I know the mark and he’s a real goober. you can trick him into taking pills just by placing them on top of a package of mint oreos. he doesn’t even question it, just finds the pills on his way to the cookies and goes “sure, why not?”
This post is how I found out my wife insists on keeping her meds in the tea drawer because she actively likes making me tea in the morning and so she had to put the pill cassette between herself and the tea.