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ADHD Oblivion

There is a state of mind, or perhaps a partial state of mind, that I sometimes, or possibly always am in, that keeps me unaware of many things around me. I am oblivious to things. Not all things, and not just important ones. But when I become aware of the things that I've been missing, I am usually stunned, sometimes hurt, often upset.
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The Real Gift Of ADHD

So, some idiot is spouting off about how he doesn't believe in ADHD. Sadly, he is a psychologist who is either misled or misquoted. And of course the hundreds of thousands of other mental health professionals who disagree with him will not be quoted because that isn't attention grabbing enough to be published. And the worst of this for people with ADHD is that they are put in a position where they are having to debate the validity of a disorder whose symptoms are present in all of humanity. That makes us sound like whiners complaining that our allowance is being taken away.
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The ADD In ADDiction

I'm not saying that addiction is the sole domain of ADHD. I'm not saying that you have to have ADHD to have an addiction. I'm not even saying that there is a higher rate of addiction among people with ADHD. I'm saying I wouldn't be surprised if there was a higher rate of addiction among people with ADHD. There are, after all, higher rates of some rather interesting things among us. Why not addiction?
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Recurrent Focus

I know it all sounds very "New Age" and "mind over matter" and the like, but I'm going to suggest this anyway. And those of you who have been following along will realize that this is a recurring theme that I put forward on many occasions. I'm going to tell you, once again, now that the holidays are over, to please go easy on yourself. And at this time of year, the beginning of the year for many of us, I feel it's important to start off doing this and making a habit of it.
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The Hoarding

A hoard is a collection of valuable artifacts, usually found by archaeologists. Guess what I found in my house while I was moving? Not a hoard. Well, not in the strictest sense of the word. I found a collection of artifacts that have value to me. Though quite a few of them I've already tossed out, way more than half of them are in the house I'm now living in. And if you read yesterday's post, you know that I have to sort through all of that now.
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And Speaking Of Pondering

Yesterday I suggested that the lesson I learned from moving out of my home of thirty-one plus years in just five weeks was to take time to ponder decisions. Although I did concede that I did not, closer to the end, have that luxury. See, us folks with ADHD kind of have this thing where we just do what comes to mind. We are often the living definition of spontaneity. We are also, often, the living definition of regret.
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Down To The Wire

It is done. At least my part is done. I've moved everything out. Locked the door for the last time. Signed the papers. Today is the closing day of the sale.And I am in a café, hiding out, out of town. I'm guessing that if you're a regular reader you are as happy about this as I am. For me it means moving on to new adventures. For you it means not hearing about my house being for sale anymore.
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The Last Post (of 2016)

So, Friday, December the thirtieth. Tomorrow is the last day of the year, and since it's Saturday, there's no post for this blog. This is it. Another year done. And I feel good about that. It's not an anniversary of the first post, so it isn't like a certain number of years on this date that I've been writing this blog, that anniversary actually drifted by without fanfare. I didn't even notice. But it is the changing of the year in our date and that is something to many, and means a little something to me as well.
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Always Late For Something

A few years ago I wrote what would turn out to be one of my favorite songs. It was called Chickadee and it was about a friend who had ADHD. She became "Not my friend" before I finished writing the song, but the song, in my humble opinion, was too nice a thing to visit the bitterness that that hurt brought me, so I finished writing it by shutting my mind and heart into a room where that pain didn't exist. In the end, I had a song that I loved, and a friendship that I would always regret the loss of, though I cannot yet allow myself to let that past friend attain a position where she might be able to hurt me like that again.
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