Okay,
so being bluntly honest at least in his own head… ADHD sucked butt
and Obi-Wan wasn’t ashamed to admit that.

At
least not to his healer, Qui-Gon and to his closest friends at least.

He
got a few laughs and with Qui-Gon he also got a hug and tight squeeze
that had made him feel good.

Talking
about his healer, Lulu Ferreno was a weirdo and Obi-Wan loved him.
The
man apparently had autism and was seriously good at his job as a
healer though sometimes his understanding of people around him was a
bit skewed Obi-Wan noticed.

But
the man had good suggestion on what Obi-Wan needed and knew which
tests to put the young Jedi under.

He
had been the one to suggest the noise canceling headphones that could
also alternatively play music and
for the first time in… well forever, his mind was actually ‘quiet’
in a manner of speaking after
Qui-Gon had gotten him the blue and black headphones.

Or
rather, he could turn his focus on the music choice really as
that was what he was doing when he was wearing the noise canceling
headphones and using the music, though the quiet was nice too, helped
him relax.

It
wasn’t quite the mind being quiet or turned off as others could he
would admit,
but it was something, right?

Right.

That’s
what Qui-Gon at least said, approving as he put another cute sticker
on Obi-Wan’s accomplishment book that hung on the fridge.

He
had a lot of stickers, he felt embarrassed happy about them.

Healer
Lulu also got him a black
fidget cube with
red details on,
a dice formed cube that had six different functions that Obi-Wan
could click, flip or roll or use any of the six functions and it was
easy to bring with him anywhere he wanted.

He
also constantly had a textured snap on bracelet in bright red that he
always carried with him and
could use quietly during lessons if he wanted, a sensory bracelet as
Lulu had informed him.

And
all his teachers had been informed that for him, doodling on a sheet
was not him not paying attention, it was his fingers needing
something to do, to release energy while he still payed attention to
the lesson.

It…
made things easier.

For
the first time in forever, lessons that used to bore him or made him
feel stupid because he couldn’t pay attention was actually made
easier because he had help, he had coping measures… and he got to
know others who had ADHD.

Like
Knight Windu, who had come by to quietly speak with Obi-Wan when he
had heard about it. Or Jocasta Nu, who had quietly informed Obi-Wan
about several holo books that had helped her when she was younger.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t alone.

He
wasn’t alone about having ADHD in the temple, he wasn’t alone
about being different and he wasn’t alone in handling his neuro
diversity, Qui-Gon quick to research along with Healer Lulu there to
give them a guiding hand.

And
Qui-Gon was trying, really
trying and doing his best, making sure that Obi-Wan understood that
while Obi-Wan had areas to improve, he wasn’t as bad off as his
mind tried to make him seem, that Obi-Wan was always improving
and that Qui-Gon was proud of him.

It
was of course less easy to apply this way of thinking to the entire
temple but… Obi-Wan knew that his mind lied to him at times.

And
as long as he had some help, some support, he figured he was doing
rather decently.

After
all, no one became a master right of the bat and Obi-Wan had his
master to help him become a knight just as capable as anyone else in
the temple.

He
trusted in that.

And
he trusted in the temple trying to do their best by him even if
individuals at times could be unknowingly cruel or thoughtless.

They
didn’t know after all.

And
they were all just sentient beings, everyone as capable of flaw and
failure as the next living thing.