> I wanted to order something while I was in America at my friend’s place. Fuck me of course. Not just my IP was problematic, but my phone number too.
Your mobile provider was routing you through Austria while in the US?
Not OP, but as far as I know that's how it works, yeah.
When I was in China, using a Chinese SIM had half the internet inaccessible (because China). As I was flying out I swapped my SIM back to my North American one... and even within China I had fully unrestricted (though expensive) access to the entire internet.
I looked into it at the time (now that I had access to non-Chinese internet sites!) and forgot the technical details, but seems that this was how the mobile network works by design. Your provider is responsible for your traffic.
It was the equivalent of running a marathon carrying an 80 pound backback. Yeah, with enough work you can do it, but you're not going to be setting any records.
Stimulant meds have been lifechanging for me. I'm not magically doing more than I was before. Those coping mechanisms took me pretty far. It's that I'm doing it all without delaying them until they became emergencies, which is what it use to take before I could even get started. My life is so much easier and less stressful now.
I took that backpack off and how I can run the same race as everyone else. And you know what? When you've been practicing your whole life with an extra weight on your back, and you take it off, sometimes it's surprising how fast you can go.
In before "of course it's easy, you're on meth!" Yeah, that sounds reasonable if you know nothing about ADHD. I've talked about this here before, but Aderrall has no noticeable stimulant effect for me at all. I feel a good cup of coffee much more than my daily meds, which is to say, not a lot. It doesn't give me extra energy or alertness or anything else. It just tells my brain, hey, did you know you're allowed to get started on things before they become emergencies?
The way I've always described this to people is that before, in order to get started on anything I first had to bang my way head first through a solid brick wall. It was painful and unpleasant and an absolutely absurd amount of effort. It didn't matter if the thing I was trying to do was "a load of laundry" or "build a shed"... same brick wall. That's pretty crippling in day-to-day life.
And then once I get through it I wasn't in the clear. The first interruption, the first unexpected thing that came up... was another brick wall I had to bash my head through.
The medication doesn't take away the walls, but what it has done is turn them all into drywall. I still have to bang my head through a lot of walls, but after decades of going head first through brick walls everything just seems _comically easy_.
I really wish someone had identified this sooner so I could have gotten treatment earlier. I'm grateful my life has gone as well as it has. I don't have nearly as many things to look back on with regret as other people that were diagnosed late in life. It does suck to realize that everything really didn't need to be so difficult. And some habits and coping mechanisms that allowed me to function aren't exactly healthy for me or those around me, and those are hard to unlearn.