Adhd

Alright so sensitivetorejection: so far it’s all been sweet fluff and don’t get me wrong, I LOVE that… but fluff is even better when it’s EARNED. Obi has been doing well at moving forward but might he possibly have a slip up? Something his new coping skills can’t handle?

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Too
much.

That
was all Obi-Wan could explain the entire day as, just too much.

Too
much noise, too much information, too much thoughts, too much things,
just too
much and his mind wouldn’t shut up just like always but none of the
ways Qui-Gon and his healer had been teaching him was working, he
couldn’t get the music to work or silence or breathing exercises
and Obi-Wan was just so done.

He
was crying silently before he even knew what was going on, sliding
onto his knees by the kitchen table he had been trying so hard to
work on his homework, his arms coming up around his head as he rocked
slowly back and forth, the sound of even the skycars outside and the
low murmur of voices in the hallway too
much for him at the moment.

He
just wanted things to be quiet and for his mind to shut up and the
Force to be quiet and his heart was hammering away and nothing worked
to make it easier.

He
was hungry and yet nauseous because food didn’t taste right and
Master Tulla had given him a look of pure disappointment today
Navigational before telling him he had to redo his assignment and he
swore he could hear the rest of the class giggling under their breath
and whispering about him.

Regardless
what he tried, he couldn’t convince himself that it wasn’t true
and that Tulla was just giving feedback about his abysmal homework.

But
he couldn’t get anything to work.

He
flinched and coiled up more when he heard the sudden slam of a door
and if he had been more in the situation, he would have realized it
was just the normal sound but to him it was all amplified.

The
sounds of cloth and someone hurriedly getting their boots off and the
dropping of said boots before quick feet padded on the floor.

“Obi-Wan.”
A stricken voice rumbled out and the teen flinched as if struck,
looking up with wide, tear filled red eyes as Qui-Gon stood in the
kitchenette opening, staring at him with dismay.

Hiccuping,
Obi-Wan made the first noise since he started declining. “I-I’m
sorry! D-Don’t send me away!” He cried out, his mind a jumble of
thoughts, of how disappointed the other must be when he had been
helping Obi-Wan cope with things like this and here Obi-Wan was hav-

The
man practically flew across the small room and dropped to his knees
in front of Obi-Wan, the sound of his knees crashing to the floor
making Obi-Wan flinch.

But
then his arms wrapped around Obi-Wan, tight and warm and smelling of
the musky mild detergent they used to prevent Obi-Wan from having a
sensitivity fit along with Qui-Gon’s tea in the folds of his
clothes.

“Shh,
shh, I’m
here, I’m here. I’m not sending you away Obi-Wan, it’s alright
padawan.” Qui-Gon murmured but somewhere deep inside, despite the
deep, even baritone in use, Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon was panicking
too.

He
hadn’t asked to touch Obi-Wan.

Every
time Obi-Wan had one of his fits, Qui-Gon had always softly requested
permission to touch Obi-Wan, to make sure that Obi-Wan could prepare
himself in case of sensitivity.

This
time however the man had just dropped to Obi-Wan’s level and hugged
him, enfolding him in those large warm arms that wanted nothing but
comfort.

Shuddering,
Obi-Wan pressed his face to Qui-Gon’s shoulder and balled his hands
into the others tunic, his sobs growing in volume as Qui-Gon
continued holding him and rubbing the small back as Obi-Wan quivered
and shook.

How
long it took, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure, he wasn’t sure when his
episode had started after all but it felt like hours, his knees sore
and his body stiff as he was curled into Qui-Gon’s chest.

And
if he was stiff, then how in the world was Qui-Gon
feeling!

But
Obi-Wan felt too lethargic to even attempt moving, his
head aching and his eyes sore as he sniffled weakly, the tunic
beneath his nose and eyes darkened with moisture.

Qui-Gon
however was not too weak and he slid his arms around the boy,
shifting his grip before standing with Obi-Wan in his arms, making
soft noises as he made his way to the couch and armchair, settling
down in the latter with Obi-Wan tucked to his chest, rocking lightly
as he continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s back.

“It’s
alright, you’re alright. I’m here Obi-Wan.” He murmured,
cuddling the boy to his chest as Obi-Wan continued meekly laying
against the older Jedi with his mind full of static.

Sensitivetorejection- so I know for me, knowing I have adhd makes it a lot easier to visibly do stuff like fidgeting and doodling and using my noise cancelling headphones (that may actually be my autism but they’re common in ADHD folx too) to help me focus so something about Obi-Wan being able to stop worrying quite so much about looking ‘normal’ and realizing that even w/out treatment it helps just to know the truth? To realize he’s not just ‘like this’ but it’s symptoms that can be helped?

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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.

Hello! I am resending my ADHD prompt, then! I sent you a screenshot from the page that helped me realize I had ADHD. Rereading that one day, I realized Obi-Wan, and in particular, Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan really really fits that description. I know you already did an ADHD Obi series, but I’d love to see another where pre-Padawan or maybe just barely Padawan Obi is discovered to have ADHD and ppl realize that explains lit. almost all his problems, like rejection sensitivity in particular.

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Opening
his mouth, Qui-Gon continued staring at the pad before slowly raising
his head to look at Yoda and then at Mace. “…Is this accurate?”
He finally rasped out, feeling
his mind spin.

A
deep sigh escaped Yoda before he nodded. “True it is, brought to
attention the healers have,” He tapped his claws on his cane. “To
the council they came, serious this is.” Yoda paused in his tapping
to peer at Qui-Gon.

The
master had nothing to say, only glanced back down at the pads as
words jumped out at him.

ADHD.

Attention
deficit hyperactivity disorder.

Below
it was a bunch of red lined symptoms.

Symptoms
that fit Qui-Gon’s brand new, if reluctantly taken on padawan.

Obi-Wan
had ADHD the healers suspected and based on the symptoms that had
been lined up, Qui-Gon agreed with their findings.

There
would of course be additional tests required to confirm it but
Qui-Gon got the confirmation from the Living Force quite easily. His
padawan had ADHD, which explained so much to him, from Obi-Wan’s
utter hyper focus on
subjects that interested him made so much sense now to his shifting and squirming around.

‘I
left him studying languages, he barely even reacted when I said
goodbye, that I was going to a meeting with the council…’ Shaking
his head, Qui-Gon moved on to the next noted point.

Emotional
hyperarousal.

Obi-Wan
was always
on, he was always passionate, always emotional, always on the move
and even when he meditated, Qui-Gon could feel the others thoughts
fluttering with their bond despite the great shields Obi-Wan had in
place to hide them.

If
it wasn’t for the bond, Qui-Gon wouldn’t have noticed it but now
it made sense, Qui-Gon now knew that Obi-Wan couldn’t turn off.

He
was always on the move, either with his mind or with his body.

‘Force,
how am I suppose to help him?’ Qui-Gon licked his lips nervously.
He didn’t even notice when his thoughts went to reluctantly
considering his padawan to wondering how to help him, didn’t notice
how he went from uncertainty about Obi-Wan and his own ability to
teach, to desperate to know how to help him as his brain
subconsciously moved Obi-Wan from just another Jedi and padawan to
someone who needed aid.

Yan
had always made comments about Qui-Gon and his needs to help strays,
be they animal or people…

Obi-Wan’s
ability to handle criticisms or rejection suddenly came sharp into
view too, it made sense why he took it so heavily and Force,
Qui-Gon would have to change how he handle guiding Obi-Wan, think
about how he formulated his words.

Shame,
depression, his self-esteem and pain, these would be prominent
emotions and Qui-Gon would have to teach this boy good habits.

And
then there was the point that not only had been red lined but had
also been put in bold by the healers.

Rejection
sensitive dysphoria.

Great
leaping Sith pawns, what had Qui-Gon done
to this boy with his rejection not once but twice,
once in the temple, the place Obi-Wan should be safe and once more on
the trip to Bandomeer.

Obi-Wan’s
ADHD made him particular sensitive to rejection, real or perceived
along with teasing or criticizing by the people considered important
in his life.

And
a potential Jedi master?

‘I
could have ruined him before I even got to know him.’ Qui-Gon
realized with some horror as he swallowed heavily, taking in the
other information about food sensitivity, fidgeting
in place, speaking too fast, displacing his things at times and being
unable to find them and losing his place with things he weren’t
interested in.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon took a deep breath through his nose before opening
his eyes and focusing on the council, watching them as they were
watching him. “…What do I do for him?” He murmured, blinking
when their gazes turned from serene to approval.

Blinking,
Qui-Gon resisted the urge to cock his head.

Did
they think that he would abandon Obi-Wan now?

Now
when his fresh padawan needed him the most, to abandon his padawan
over something he couldn’t control?

‘Well,
you haven’t really given them any reason to think otherwise now,
have you?’ A wry, very Tahl like voice pointed out and Qui-Gon let
his shoulders sink a bit as he looked between the council members.

Leaning
forward, Jocasta took charge. “There are several options you can
choose to go with Master Jinn, some best in discussion with Obi-Wan
and a healer and others you must discuss with his teacher to make the
lessons… easier on him.” She murmured, eyes serious.

“The
healers will also be in contact with Obi-Wan’s current teachers,”
Ka-Adi spoke up, hands resting in a triangle as he inclined his head.
“As it will be vital for them to know and be able to adjust for
him. This is common for any Jedi discovered to have ADHD in the past,
there aren’t many members but… there are some.” He murmured.

Something
eased in Qui-Gon’s chest as he nodded, glancing at the pad with all
the symptoms and behavioral ticks of someone with ADHD could have.
Other Jedi had it, there were procedures in place, help to be given…

He
wasn’t alone about helping Obi-Wan, even if he was to be the main
support for Obi-Wan.

‘I
can do this… Force I hope I can do this.’

Do they find out in ADHD Obi-Wan who manipulated the lift? Or at least if it was an inside job or not? Do Anakin and Obi-Wan get some more cuddles?

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Lifting his head and smiling
when Obi-Wan came shuffling out of the bedroom in
his sleep clothes,
Anakin lifted his cup in greeting only to quickly shift it away as
the other made a beeline towards him.

Just
as expected, Obi-Wan curled up in Anakin’s lap, pressing his face
into the tan neck where he breathed out heavily, still
disheveled and body warm from the bed he had been in just moments
later.

Settling
his arm around the other, Anakin pressed a kiss to his forehead while
taking in a deep breath, smelling sleep musk and a bit of sweat of
course. “Morning,
how do you feel?” He murmured quietly.

Silence
for a few long moments before Obi-Wan breathed out heavily again.
“Better than yesterday. I drank the water you left for me, thank
you.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly, his beard tickling Anakin’s skin
ever so slightly.

Smiling
a bit, Anakin sipped his caff. “I know you tend to wake up soon
after I leave the bed so I figured I’d leave the bottle behind for
you in a cold wrap. I’m glad you feel better… did you take
medication today?” He wondered.

There
was a small nod.

Obi-Wan
had occasional moments where he took medications when his mind was
too much. This would mean that the other would be more sluggish today
of course but Anakin didn’t mind as medication or not was up to
Obi-Wan and his healer.

And
it made it easier to cuddle Obi-Wan as he sought comfort more than on
a standard day when he felt as if he was suppose to be a ‘perfect’
Jedi and that too was totally fine by Anakin standards as he was
always eager both to cuddle and be cuddled.

Nuzzling
slightly, Anakin floated his mostly empty cup to the tale and ignored
Obi-Wan’s reproaching look at the frivolous use of Force. “I
heard from Master Mundi while you were sleeping actually.” He
stated.

The
disapproving look faded away for a curious sleepy one instead.

“They
got a lead on the elevator that fell with you in it,” Anakin rubbed
Obi-Wan’s back slowly with a flat hand. “Whoever hacked it didn’t
cover their tracks well enough and they’re busy tracing the
signal.” He grinned at the redhead.

“…So
they’re going to find them potentially,” Obi-Wan noted quietly,
rubbing his chin slowly before nodding seriously. “Good to know,
I’ve been worried about who I interact with on a day to day basis
these days.”

Raising
a brow slowly, Anakin poked him a bit in the side. “Why?” He questioned with confusion.

Yelping,
Obi-Wan covered up his sides in a protective motion. And then the
question registered, the redhead hesitating while squirming a bit
against Anakin’s chest.

Curiosity
turned to a deep frown on Anakin’s face. “Obi-Wan? Why?” He
questioned the man in his lap a bit more seriously.

Breathing
out heavily, Obi-Wan sat up to face the other more properly. “This
is just conjecture on my part, you understand?” He said seriously,
waiting until Anakin nodded before continuing. “The elevator was
one of our hangers, its deep in the temple and yes ships come and go
but its still deep in the temple, that means that either someone
bypassed a lot of security to get that deep or so-”

Anakin
cut in, his eyes widening up. “Or someone was already inside the
Jedi temple to tamper with the elevator.” He whispered out in shock
before reaching out and dragging Obi-Wan against his chest, his arms
tight.

“…Yes.”
Obi-Wan pressed his face to Anakin’s collarbone, shaking a bit.

They
had traitors in the Jedi order if Obi-Wan was correct.

Do they find out in ADHD Obi-Wan who manipulated the lift? Or at least if it was an inside job or not? Do Anakin and Obi-Wan get some more cuddles?

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Lifting his head and smiling
when Obi-Wan came shuffling out of the bedroom in
his sleep clothes,
Anakin lifted his cup in greeting only to quickly shift it away as
the other made a beeline towards him.

Just
as expected, Obi-Wan curled up in Anakin’s lap, pressing his face
into the tan neck where he breathed out heavily, still
disheveled and body warm from the bed he had been in just moments
later.

Settling
his arm around the other, Anakin pressed a kiss to his forehead while
taking in a deep breath, smelling sleep musk and a bit of sweat of
course. “Morning,
how do you feel?” He murmured quietly.

Silence
for a few long moments before Obi-Wan breathed out heavily again.
“Better than yesterday. I drank the water you left for me, thank
you.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly, his beard tickling Anakin’s skin
ever so slightly.

Smiling
a bit, Anakin sipped his caff. “I know you tend to wake up soon
after I leave the bed so I figured I’d leave the bottle behind for
you in a cold wrap. I’m glad you feel better… did you take
medication today?” He wondered.

There
was a small nod.

Obi-Wan
had occasional moments where he took medications when his mind was
too much. This would mean that the other would be more sluggish today
of course but Anakin didn’t mind as medication or not was up to
Obi-Wan and his healer.

And
it made it easier to cuddle Obi-Wan as he sought comfort more than on
a standard day when he felt as if he was suppose to be a ‘perfect’
Jedi and that too was totally fine by Anakin standards as he was
always eager both to cuddle and be cuddled.

Nuzzling
slightly, Anakin floated his mostly empty cup to the tale and ignored
Obi-Wan’s reproaching look at the frivolous use of Force. “I
heard from Master Mundi while you were sleeping actually.” He
stated.

The
disapproving look faded away for a curious sleepy one instead.

“They
got a lead on the elevator that fell with you in it,” Anakin rubbed
Obi-Wan’s back slowly with a flat hand. “Whoever hacked it didn’t
cover their tracks well enough and they’re busy tracing the
signal.” He grinned at the redhead.

“…So
they’re going to find them potentially,” Obi-Wan noted quietly,
rubbing his chin slowly before nodding seriously. “Good to know,
I’ve been worried about who I interact with on a day to day basis
these days.”

Raising
a brow slowly, Anakin poked him a bit in the side. “Why?” He questioned with confusion.

Yelping,
Obi-Wan covered up his sides in a protective motion. And then the
question registered, the redhead hesitating while squirming a bit
against Anakin’s chest.

Curiosity
turned to a deep frown on Anakin’s face. “Obi-Wan? Why?” He
questioned the man in his lap a bit more seriously.

Breathing
out heavily, Obi-Wan sat up to face the other more properly. “This
is just conjecture on my part, you understand?” He said seriously,
waiting until Anakin nodded before continuing. “The elevator was
one of our hangers, its deep in the temple and yes ships come and go
but its still deep in the temple, that means that either someone
bypassed a lot of security to get that deep or so-”

Anakin
cut in, his eyes widening up. “Or someone was already inside the
Jedi temple to tamper with the elevator.” He whispered out in shock
before reaching out and dragging Obi-Wan against his chest, his arms
tight.

“…Yes.”
Obi-Wan pressed his face to Anakin’s collarbone, shaking a bit.

They
had traitors in the Jedi order if Obi-Wan was correct.

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Standing
slowly with the limp weight in his arms, Anakin breathed out heavily
and made his way to the bedroom where he tucked in the exhausted
shape of his boyfriend. Obi-Wan’s face was flushed and there were
still tears trapped in his beard which Anakin wiped away with a
tissue from the nightstand before he pressed a gentle kiss to he
others forehead.

He’d
let Obi-Wan nap for an hour or so before waking him if he did not
wake on his own.

After
that crying breakdown, he was going to need to chug some water for
sure.

‘Best
put some in the fridge, cool it down fully for him.’ Anakin stroked
Obi-Wan’s warm cheek one last time before heading out to the
kitchen to fill up one of the water
bottles and then put on the kettle for a damn cup of tea.

Cause
at this point Anakin could really use some tea for himself.

‘Where
are the bags… spearmint, spearmi-aha!’ Pulling out the box,
Anakin breathed out.

He
wasn’t much for tea but this one he would always have a taste for
as it had been the same one his mother used to drink when he was a
child, the only kind they could get their hands on as slaves.

It
was soothing to have a cup.

As
he turned on the water kettle he heard the door open and the sounds
of Ahsoka putting her boots to the side.

“In
here.” He called out quietly before she could call for them and
wake Obi-Wan up in the process, pulling
out his mug from the cupboard.

She
came padding over, her bare feet making little noise as Ahsoka
preferred
not to wear socks in her boots.

Something
Anakin had no idea how she managed, Obi-Wan himself found it
uncomfortable and Anakin got blisters if he did it but to each their
own comfort. “Hey there Anakin.” She greeted softly.

“Hey
Snips.” He gave her a short smile, turning back to the kettle when
it popped and poured water into his mug. “Gotta stop pointing out
Obi-Wan’s odd behavior Snips.” He sighed out, deciding to be
blunt.

He
could see her wince in the window. “I’m sorry Skyguy, I just… I
wasn’t thinking.” Ahsoka sighed deeply.

“His…behavior
may not make sense to us,” Anakin dropped the teabag into the mug
and turned to Ahsoka, a small frown on his face. “And he knows that
it doesn’t, makes him self conscious about all his actions without
anyone he cares about pointing it out, he can ignore those that don’t
matter to him. But
they’re normal actions
for him, he can’t help it with his ADHD and for us to constantly
bring it up when he’s being odd is… depressing for him. So I know
its hard but please, if you find something odd, just don’t mention
it okay? At least come to me first about it and don’t just blurt it
out around Obi-Wan.” He finished up, glancing
at his mug to check if it had soaked enough.

Frowning,
Ahsoka nodded in understanding. “…ADHD isn’t easy is it?” She
asked softly.

Snorting
deeply, Anakin shook his head. “No, think of it like your body
being in a room full of shiny objects and noises at all times that’s
trying to impact you only with ADHD
its your mind instead getting constant stimuli in some form. That’s
why Obi-Wan gets distracted at times or gets restless and has a hard
time to sleep at
times. His mind
functions differently and he needs… he has different needs from
someone who is neuro typical.” He sighed deeply.

There
was an unsaid ‘and not everyone understands or accepts that.’ was
in his tone.

“I’ll
be more careful.” Ahsoka promised as she sidled up to his side,
Anakin wrapped his flesh arm around her shoulders while using his
mech hand to squeeze the teabag for the last few drops, a smile on
his lips at the promise.

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Standing
slowly with the limp weight in his arms, Anakin breathed out heavily
and made his way to the bedroom where he tucked in the exhausted
shape of his boyfriend. Obi-Wan’s face was flushed and there were
still tears trapped in his beard which Anakin wiped away with a
tissue from the nightstand before he pressed a gentle kiss to he
others forehead.

He’d
let Obi-Wan nap for an hour or so before waking him if he did not
wake on his own.

After
that crying breakdown, he was going to need to chug some water for
sure.

‘Best
put some in the fridge, cool it down fully for him.’ Anakin stroked
Obi-Wan’s warm cheek one last time before heading out to the
kitchen to fill up one of the water
bottles and then put on the kettle for a damn cup of tea.

Cause
at this point Anakin could really use some tea for himself.

‘Where
are the bags… spearmint, spearmi-aha!’ Pulling out the box,
Anakin breathed out.

He
wasn’t much for tea but this one he would always have a taste for
as it had been the same one his mother used to drink when he was a
child, the only kind they could get their hands on as slaves.

It
was soothing to have a cup.

As
he turned on the water kettle he heard the door open and the sounds
of Ahsoka putting her boots to the side.

“In
here.” He called out quietly before she could call for them and
wake Obi-Wan up in the process, pulling
out his mug from the cupboard.

She
came padding over, her bare feet making little noise as Ahsoka
preferred
not to wear socks in her boots.

Something
Anakin had no idea how she managed, Obi-Wan himself found it
uncomfortable and Anakin got blisters if he did it but to each their
own comfort. “Hey there Anakin.” She greeted softly.

“Hey
Snips.” He gave her a short smile, turning back to the kettle when
it popped and poured water into his mug. “Gotta stop pointing out
Obi-Wan’s odd behavior Snips.” He sighed out, deciding to be
blunt.

He
could see her wince in the window. “I’m sorry Skyguy, I just… I
wasn’t thinking.” Ahsoka sighed deeply.

“His…behavior
may not make sense to us,” Anakin dropped the teabag into the mug
and turned to Ahsoka, a small frown on his face. “And he knows that
it doesn’t, makes him self conscious about all his actions without
anyone he cares about pointing it out, he can ignore those that don’t
matter to him. But
they’re normal actions
for him, he can’t help it with his ADHD and for us to constantly
bring it up when he’s being odd is… depressing for him. So I know
its hard but please, if you find something odd, just don’t mention
it okay? At least come to me first about it and don’t just blurt it
out around Obi-Wan.” He finished up, glancing
at his mug to check if it had soaked enough.

Frowning,
Ahsoka nodded in understanding. “…ADHD isn’t easy is it?” She
asked softly.

Snorting
deeply, Anakin shook his head. “No, think of it like your body
being in a room full of shiny objects and noises at all times that’s
trying to impact you only with ADHD
its your mind instead getting constant stimuli in some form. That’s
why Obi-Wan gets distracted at times or gets restless and has a hard
time to sleep at
times. His mind
functions differently and he needs… he has different needs from
someone who is neuro typical.” He sighed deeply.

There
was an unsaid ‘and not everyone understands or accepts that.’ was
in his tone.

“I’ll
be more careful.” Ahsoka promised as she sidled up to his side,
Anakin wrapped his flesh arm around her shoulders while using his
mech hand to squeeze the teabag for the last few drops, a smile on
his lips at the promise.

So with ADHD Obi-Wan, maybe Palpatine makes a comment about Obi-Wan being very absent minded when it comes to Anakin. Maybe he tries to say this is Obi-Wan’s way of holding Anakin back.

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Ever
since the first disparaging comment Palpatine had made about Obi-Wan
in regards to the mans behavior, Anakin had tried to limit his
interaction with the Chancellor, avoiding as many meetings and
rejecting the invitations he could since he hated the mans ableism.

Though he wasn’t
sure Palpatine was aware that Obi-Wan had ADHD it was still not
something the man should say when Anakin knew how hard Obi-Wan tried.
And Anakin would never betray his master’s trust by sharing the
information of the others condition, it would be a cold day on
Tatooine before that happened

He couldn’t get
out of all the invitations though. Especially not one which was as
much a mission as an invitation.

Which lead to his
current situation where he was sitting in the mans office with a
glass in his hand and Senators from various places in the Galaxy
chatting that frankly went over his head a bit.

He was honestly in
official capacity as Jedi so that made everything slightly better but
Anakin didn’t have to like being around the Chancellor still.

And the man did
exactly what Anakin had feared.

Comment about
Obi-Wan, about how absent minded the man seemed to be about Anakin,
how the others attention seemed to wander and…

It was just enough
to make Anakin feel nauseous.

He just wanted to
go home and that is what he eventually got to do after dealing with
damn politicians. Padme might be good but Anakin was so karking tired
of people like Palpatine and Mas Amedda and all the other lackeys
Palpatine surrounded himself with.

‘Like a nest of
gundarks all swarming around.’ He thought grimly to himself as he
stepped into the shared quarters he had with his master, undoing his
boots and settling them aside with Obi-Wan’s red leather ones.

For a moment he
just stared at them, smiling a bit to himself before he reached out
and gently brushed his fingers against them.

He’d bought those
for Obi-Wan, they had been a birthday gift even so Anakin didn’t
have to convince Obi-Wan to accept them.

About half a year
ago after the last pair had gotten ruined stamping through the swamp
and Obi-Wan loved these new ones, carefully took care of them to make
sure they lasted.

He entered the room
and finally caught sight of that mouse droid he’d been working on
for so long…

All fixed up,
sitting almost shiny and new on the table.

It was almost
enough to make him start laughing because he knew this song and
dance. Obi-Wan seeing his work, getting all bothered by it laying
around and finishing it up because it looked interesting.

Finally he peeked
into Obi-Wan’s room to see him curled up for one of his small naps,
tucked up comfortable with a blanket instead of a duvet. The soft
breathing lulled Anakin into a more state of relaxation then any
meditation ever did for him and he settled against the door frame to
watch the other sleep for a while.

‘…I am not
being creepy.’ He mentally reminded himself. ‘Obi-Wan’s said
its fine if I watch him sleep. Its soothing.’

As long as he had
Obi-Wan’s permission, it was fine.

So with ADHD Obi-Wan, maybe Palpatine makes a comment about Obi-Wan being very absent minded when it comes to Anakin. Maybe he tries to say this is Obi-Wan’s way of holding Anakin back.

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Ever
since the first disparaging comment Palpatine had made about Obi-Wan
in regards to the mans behavior, Anakin had tried to limit his
interaction with the Chancellor, avoiding as many meetings and
rejecting the invitations he could since he hated the mans ableism.

Though he wasn’t
sure Palpatine was aware that Obi-Wan had ADHD it was still not
something the man should say when Anakin knew how hard Obi-Wan tried.
And Anakin would never betray his master’s trust by sharing the
information of the others condition, it would be a cold day on
Tatooine before that happened

He couldn’t get
out of all the invitations though. Especially not one which was as
much a mission as an invitation.

Which lead to his
current situation where he was sitting in the mans office with a
glass in his hand and Senators from various places in the Galaxy
chatting that frankly went over his head a bit.

He was honestly in
official capacity as Jedi so that made everything slightly better but
Anakin didn’t have to like being around the Chancellor still.

And the man did
exactly what Anakin had feared.

Comment about
Obi-Wan, about how absent minded the man seemed to be about Anakin,
how the others attention seemed to wander and…

It was just enough
to make Anakin feel nauseous.

He just wanted to
go home and that is what he eventually got to do after dealing with
damn politicians. Padme might be good but Anakin was so karking tired
of people like Palpatine and Mas Amedda and all the other lackeys
Palpatine surrounded himself with.

‘Like a nest of
gundarks all swarming around.’ He thought grimly to himself as he
stepped into the shared quarters he had with his master, undoing his
boots and settling them aside with Obi-Wan’s red leather ones.

For a moment he
just stared at them, smiling a bit to himself before he reached out
and gently brushed his fingers against them.

He’d bought those
for Obi-Wan, they had been a birthday gift even so Anakin didn’t
have to convince Obi-Wan to accept them.

About half a year
ago after the last pair had gotten ruined stamping through the swamp
and Obi-Wan loved these new ones, carefully took care of them to make
sure they lasted.

He entered the room
and finally caught sight of that mouse droid he’d been working on
for so long…

All fixed up,
sitting almost shiny and new on the table.

It was almost
enough to make him start laughing because he knew this song and
dance. Obi-Wan seeing his work, getting all bothered by it laying
around and finishing it up because it looked interesting.

Finally he peeked
into Obi-Wan’s room to see him curled up for one of his small naps,
tucked up comfortable with a blanket instead of a duvet. The soft
breathing lulled Anakin into a more state of relaxation then any
meditation ever did for him and he settled against the door frame to
watch the other sleep for a while.

‘…I am not
being creepy.’ He mentally reminded himself. ‘Obi-Wan’s said
its fine if I watch him sleep. Its soothing.’

As long as he had
Obi-Wan’s permission, it was fine.

So I was rereading and oh my gosh your ADHD Obi-Wan is amazing. Could you possibly write Padawan obi tryna deal with it or maybe him finally getting the diagnosis and having that moment of ‘that explains a lot’ but also ‘oh Force does this mean I really am broken?’ Ty you’re amazing!!?

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“ADHD?” Obi-Wan blinked, sitting on
the medical bed and looking between the Korun healer and his master
with a small confused frown on his face. “I…”

“ADHD or attention deficit
hyperactive disorder, is a mental condition padawan.” His master
murmured, smiling gently at him. “I kind of suspected you had it
once I had time to observe you in calmer settings.” Qui-Gon reached
out and rested his hand on the others shoulder. “But before you say
anything Obi-Wan, you are not broken and nothing is wrong with you,
it just means you need to have a different learning curve and coping
method.”

Obi-Wan blinked at that, shifting on
the bed as he looked between the healer and Qui-Gon. “Disorder
implies something broken.” He whispered, voice choking up.

“And Garen Muln has dyslexia, which
also counts as a disorder. Is he broken?” Qui-Gon gently pointed
out.

“No!” Obi-Wan gripped the sheets of
the bed as the Korun gave the master/padawan duo a small measure of
privacy by stepping back. “He just, that is…its not-”

“The same? Of course its the same.
Its a learning disorder. But if he’s not broken, then why are you
broken Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon took the others hands and gently eased
them out from fists. “You’re not. Just like Garen, you have
different learning curve. That’s all.” He squeezed the hands in
his.

Obi-Wan wasn’t so sure about that
but…

Garen wasn’t broken.

And if his master was going to help
him, then perhaps Obi-Wan wasn’t broken either?

“…Garen gets a lot of help…he has
extra lessons in reading and spelling and his exams have a half an
hour extra when he completes them.” Obi-Wan whispered. “How are
you…how will…I mean…”

“Well.” Qui-Gon sat down beside him
instead of standing in front, watching the other. “There is
medication but I’d rather use that as a last resort as the
medication can make you lack luster and have different side effects
that would impact you negatively. If we need to get you on
medication, then we’ll talk about that in the future unless you
want to start now. Do you?” He questioned, wanting to give Obi-Wan
as much autonomy over this as he could.

Obi-Wan mulled over that a few moments,
foot twitching. “…I don’t know. Can I think about it?”

Satisfied with the answer as it was a
very mature one, Qui-Gon smiled and nodded, seeing relief shoot
through Obi-Wan’s eyes. “Of course my very wise padawan.”

A reluctant smile lit up Obi-Wan’s
face.

“Outside of medication…what can I
do?” Obi-Wan stared at him.

“Well, meditation in motion,
activity, guided meditation with me when things gets difficult.”
Qui-Gon gently listed up the first things that came to him. He
wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan when the other tensed up a bit.

To his relief, Obi-Wan relaxed against
his side so he continued. “There is also the option of talking to
the mind healers to help you cope. Setting up routines to how life in
the temple at least can work and follow through on those routines,
when you’re working on homework we’ll try to limit the amounts of
distractions around unless you need to multitask to keep your
attention and of course exercise. We’ll be doing a bit more
sparring and katas come future but I don’t think you’ll mind
it…and perhaps you can also join up with the rockwall climbing
group that you wanted to?”

Obi-Wan stared up at him. “You know a
lot.”

“You are not the first nor will you
be the last Jedi to have ADHD Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon smiled.

“I-I’m not?” Obi-Wan whispered,
voice turning hopeful as he leaned into his master’s side.

“Master Depa has ADHD. As does Knight
Servano and Utino. They’ve all agreed that if you want to speak to
someone who actually has ADHD, you can come to them at any time as
long as they are in the temple.”

Knights and even Master’s had this?

Obi-Wan wasn’t…he could become a
Master too?

He gave a low, hiccuping noise then
buried himself into Qui-Gon’s side, for once not caring that it was
a childish move, cuddling into the tall man who wrapped his arms
around the small body in support.

The Korun healer gave Qui-Gon a
questioning look before leaving the room, intent on returning later
to finish the evaluation and logging in the pairs wants when it came
to medication.

But for the moment, a master was
soothing a padawan who was realizing that he was not broken.

He was just a bit different.