The ADHD Hook Blog

 My mum stole £11,000 and left me with trauma, anxiety, and silence. Here’s how I found the truth – and why I’m done being quiet. You know what’s worse than growing up in a toxic family? Realizing, 15 years later, that your mum didn’t just mess with your head—she emptied your bank account too. And the cherry on top? A family who told me I was “over the top,” “making a fuss,” and, my personal favorite: “She’s your mum, why would you walk away?” Spoiler: because she stole £11,129.38 from me. For 15 years, I was made to believe: ✔ She was ill. ✔ It wasn’t a big deal. ✔ I was dramatic. ✔ And if I just kept quiet, everything would be fine. Meanwhile, she lived mortgage-free, with two holidays a year, a fully decorated house, and zero consequences… while I battled trauma, anxiety, and fear so heavy I still hesitate to leave my house in case I bump into any of them. The Day the Truth Slapped Me in the Face sat down to check old bank statements, thinking maybe a few hundred quid… maybe a g...

 I DID IT! My very first crochet market — stall set up, plushies sold, and smiles all round 🧶✨ I honestly can’t stop smiling. I still can’t believe how amazing the day was. All the panic, all the last-minute making, all the stitchy chaos, so worth it. But the best bit? I didn’t do it alone. Hunter was my right-hand man (and total superstar), and Dave was there holding everything together like the hero he is. It wasn’t just a market stall, it was a full-on family mission. And we smashed it 💥 🧵 Prepping in Two Weeks? Challenge Accepted. Yep — I only had TWO WEEKS to pull it all together. But once I got going, I was in full crochet goblin mode. Hyperfocus? Activated. Yarn? Flying everywhere. Sleep? Optional. The stall came together in a blur of chenille, price tags, and “just one more duck.” We arrived early (shock to the system), set up my jungle of plushies and handmade hooks, and honestly? It looked so flipping cute. Frogs, ducks, scream team plushies, hooks — and one very proud...

  Let’s not sugarcoat it — the last week of term is hell if you’ve got an ADHD kid. Actually, scratch that — it’s hell for any kid hanging on by a thread, but slap some neurospice on it and it’s like throwing petrol on a bonfire made of glitter, school newsletters, and crushed dreams. My house? A war zone. My kid? Burnt out, over it, and ready to fight anyone who breathes wrong. And honestly, same. Why is the last week so hard? Let me explain before I lose the will. 1. They’ve Been Masking for Weeks Imagine wearing a costume that doesn’t fit while trying to pretend you don’t need the toilet and everyone’s watching you. That’s my kid. He’s spent all term trying to sit still, follow rules, smile when he’s confused, be “good,” not interrupt, not stim, not be too much. Now it’s the last week and he’s done pretending. The mask is off, the gloves are off, and apparently so are his shoes because he just launched one at the fridge. 2. Structure Is Gone and So Is Sanity The “fun week” at sc...

 Well look who showed up… July. Not sure whether to give it a cuddle or a side-eye, but we move. Somehow. On a mix of caffeine, stubbornness, and whatever the opposite of a plan is. 💬 Life Check-In: Wobbly but Winning (Kinda) I won’t sugarcoat it—June was a lot. Pain flares, PMDD, brain fog, a full bingo card of chaos. Some days I felt like I was doing alright, and some days I felt like a deflated balloon on the kitchen floor. But I'm still here, still crocheting, still trying. And honestly? That’s a win. I've been peeling back some emotional layers too (not by choice, thanks brain), and I’m slowly figuring out how to be softer with myself. Rest doesn’t make me lazy. Saying no doesn’t make me mean. And just because I feel like a bit of a mess doesn’t mean I’m not doing bloody brilliantly given everything on my plate. 🎂 Birthday Week: Incoming Chaos (and Cake) July kicks off with double birthday madness at ours: Dave turns another year older on the 6th – he’s not much for fuss...