Tag: self esteem

Confidence

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How would you rate your confidence level?

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Hello Dazzle! Thanks for coming and hanging out with me today, I’m glad that you are here. Today I want to talk about my self confidence, because it doesn’t work the way that most people think that it does. I’m great at bravado. I can jump into action and make it seem like I am really confident in what I am doing when I am feeling something altogether different inside. This has made it rather difficult to talk about some of the insecurities that I feel because most people who have met me don’t believe that I have them.

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Parenting the Neurodivergent

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Hello, may zebras and spoonies! Thanks for coming in visiting with me today. I’m glad you are here.

Today I’m gonna be talking about ADHD. Big surprise. I know, right? Because when do I ever talk about that?

One of the things that I see parents of children with ADHD frequently ask in the support groups is what they can do to be better parents for children who have ADHD. And I’ll be honest, that in the support groups thus far, I have never answered this question. I’ve never felt like I had a good answer to this question. And I’ve spent a lot of time trying to think about what my parents could have done differently; could have done better to have given me a better start in life. And instead, I shifted it and started thinking about what it was in my childhood that marked me the most and gave me the most struggles as an adult. So I’m going to start my discussion there.

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