When Your Squirrels Start Chasing Squirrels

Tue, 05 May 2026 09:04:05 -0600

Different felt like failure… until it didn’t.

It took me 60 years to understand my mind — and finally stop fighting it.

For nearly 60 years, I carried a quiet ache that never quite left me. It wasn’t loud or dramatic — no big defining moment, no obvious reason I could point to — just a steady, persistent feeling of being outside of everything. Like everyone else had somehow received the manual on how to be human… and mine got lost in the mail.

I felt like a misfit in the most unglamorous way possible. Not the cool, edgy kind that people secretly admire, but the kind where you constantly scan the room wondering what you’re missing that everyone else seems to just know. I wanted to belong — not just socially, not just to be included — but to feel understood. To feel at ease being myself without constantly checking if I was doing it “right.” So I adapted the only way I knew how. I watched people closely, studied how they spoke, how they reacted, how they seemed to fit so effortlessly, and I tried to replicate it. Blend in. Get it right. Become… acceptable.

From the outside, it probably worked at times. But inside, it felt like wearing someone else’s skin — functional, convincing, and completely not mine. And the worst part was that it never actually got me what I was looking for. I wasn’t rejected outright, which almost would have been easier to understand. I was tolerated, included just enough, accepted with an invisible asterisk that I could feel but never quite name. And if you’ve ever experienced that, you know it doesn’t need to be spoken. You feel it in the pauses, in the looks, in the subtle shift of energy that says something is just slightly off. Over time, I adjusted to that too. I got smaller, quieter, less expressive, slowly letting go of parts of myself just to make it easier to exist in the room.

A few years ago, not out of crisis but simple curiosity, I took a few online assessments — one for ADHD and another for autism. And yes, in true fashion, “a few” quickly turned into two or three of each, because apparently if we’re going to investigate something, we’re going all in. What surprised me wasn’t the tests themselves, but how consistent the results were. Every single one pointed in the same direction: high functioning, clearly on the spectrum, strong ADHD indicators. For the first time, things began to make sense in a way they never had before. Not dramatically, not like a lightning bolt, but more like a quiet realization settling in — oh… that explains a lot.

It explained the way I communicate, the way I process, and especially the way my mind moves. The constant stream of thoughts, ideas, and impulses all happening at once, like a browser with dozens of tabs open and absolutely no idea where the music is coming from. It explained why I would get excited about something, dive in, and then suddenly find myself pulled in a completely different direction. My version of “squirrel” wasn’t just a distraction — it was a full ecosystem. Some days it honestly felt like my squirrels were chasing squirrels, and I was just trying to keep up with the chaos. For most of my life, I interpreted that as a lack of discipline or commitment. I told myself I just needed to focus more, try harder, do better. But what I began to understand was that it wasn’t a character flaw. It was how my brain was wired.

Eventually, curiosity led me to make an appointment with my doctor to pursue an official ADHD diagnosis and try medication. I didn’t expect it to fix me, because at that point I wasn’t even sure what “fixed” would look like. I was simply curious about how it might affect the way I think and function. I started on the lowest dose, paying attention to what shifted. The difference was noticeable almost immediately. Before, my to-do list was more of a suggestion than a plan. I would start one thing, mentally jump to five others, and somehow end the day feeling busy but not particularly accomplished. After starting the medication, I could stay with something. I could begin a task, move through it, and actually finish it without feeling pulled away by the next idea waiting in line.

What stood out even more than the focus was the quiet. My mind, which had always been full and fast and layered with overlapping thoughts, became still in a way I had never experienced before. Not empty, but calm. Present. Like everything had finally decided to sit down at the same time. It was unfamiliar, almost strange, but also deeply revealing. I hadn’t realized how loud it had been in there until I experienced what it felt like when it wasn’t.

About a year later, when there was a medication shortage, I naturally began to taper off. I stretched out what I had left, slowly taking less until I eventually stopped altogether. It wasn’t a dramatic decision, and it wasn’t driven by resistance. By then, I had already experienced what it felt like to have space in my mind, and that experience stayed with me. I began to pay more attention — to my thoughts, to my patterns, to the moments where overwhelm starts building before it takes over. I started practicing presence, not as some abstract ideal, but as something practical and necessary. When I feel myself getting pulled in too many directions, I notice it sooner. When my mind starts racing, I have a point of reference to come back to. I still have days where the squirrels are particularly energetic, but now I can see them for what they are instead of getting completely lost in the chase.

For most of my life, I believed there was something wrong with me. That I was too much in all the inconvenient ways and not enough in all the important ones. Now I see something entirely different. I wasn’t broken. I was trying to navigate life with a brain that works differently, using expectations that were never designed for it. Understanding that didn’t remove every challenge, but it removed the layer of shame that had been sitting on top of those challenges for so long. And without that weight, there is space — space to adjust, to respond, to choose differently.

I still have difficult days, and I’m not interested in pretending otherwise. But I no longer spiral the way I used to, because now I understand what’s happening instead of making it mean something about my worth. And that understanding has changed everything. Not because it made me perfect, but because it allowed me to finally work with myself instead of constantly fighting against who I am.

Different was never the problem. It just needed to be understood.

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