You know what? I’ve written 550 posts on this blog. I’ve said a lot of things. Some of them I’ve said tongue in cheek, and some I’ve quoted from other sources.
I’ve stated my opinions, but always as opinions. I’ve offered my observations, and encouraged you to share yours. I’m not always able to reply to your comments, but I try to, and we here at Psych Central approve those comments for all to see, so long as they aren’t abusive.
More than just observations, opinions and references, I’ve shared things from my life that, although having nothing to do with ADHD, have occurred in my ADHD life. I’ve shared those things to give context to my behaviour and thoughts. I felt that to be fair.
But parties are places where people with ADHD can be found.
Why do we like parties? I don’t know. Who doesn’t like parties.
Of course there’s the down side to parties. Sometimes they aren’t the kind of party that we appreciate. Personally, I’m not keen on parties where there are lots of drugs. And I don’t like parties where people are all trying to show their value, especially when it’s clear that they are selling it and don’t really believe what they’re saying.
I know. Even later now than on Wednesday. Again, I’ve been busy. Cray-cray busy. But I explained all that in the already late ADHD For Valentine’s Day. And I did promise to address this issue.
There are things I don’t do well. And there are reasons for that.
No, I’m not talking about paying attention … well, not just that.
I don’t do well at running a nuclear reactor. Or, at least, I imagine I wouldn’t. I’ve never really tried, because I’ve never had any training. I suspect that it involves more than just flipping a switch.
I don’t do all that well shifting gears in big trucks and tractors that require double clutching. It’s not that I don’t know how, it’s that I don’t practice much.
I know, if you’re like me, you have some problems. You have trials and you have stresses.
You have long bouts of cloudy brain weather followed by sunny, clear, cerebral skies when you suddenly see clearly all the things that you need to deal with, the things that have gone unseen for too long, or almost too long.
I know that you can list off times when you’ve screwed up. I know you often are working from the contingency plan that was put in place when the contingency plan for another contingency plan failed.
Just what is ADHD? I know, there’s a clinical definition. But writing it out here would likely take up the whole post.
There’s examples of development shortfalls and effects that must persist, and situations that produce certain overwhelming feelings and … well, it does go on.
But maybe there’s a shorter way to say it. Or maybe it isn’t shorter, but more understandable. Maybe it would help if I gave some examples of what ADHD is.
Well duh!!! In order to have a valid diagnosis your symptoms have to have had a negative impact on your life. That’s one of the rules of the diagnosis. How is that not going to hold you back from success?
But then again, how does ADHD hold you back from success?
And aren’t there some people with ADHD who are successful? Famous ones, in fact?
This blog is about ADHD. But it’s also about life, life with ADHD. It’s about how life affects ADHD and about how ADHD affects life.
And that means I get to tell you how things positively affect our lives and our ADHD.
But it also means I have to tell you how other things negatively affect or lives and our symptoms.
And today I have to tell you that tomorrow, Saturday, November 22nd, 2014, is International Survivors of Suicide Loss Day.
There was a time when life was simpler for most people. Maybe not in the big ways, but in the little ways.
And maybe some of those ways are bigger than they seem. We take driving for granted these days, everyone knows that it’s done and many, if not most people, actually do drive.
But at one time there was another brain involved in driving, the horse’s. And they usually knew enough to stay on the road and even knew where they were going quite often.
My grandfather was a gentleman farmer, and a horseman. He didn’t ride, but he kept a working team on the farm long after they were needed. He kept them out of pride and love, and maybe he missed their part in getting things done.
What’s the difference between an American and a Canadian? I know you’ve heard some of the jokes. So have I.
A Canadian is basically an unarmed American with health care. That used to be a funny one.
But even those lines are getting blurred, aren’t they.
Now the biggest difference seems to be that we Canadians only worry about West Nile Disease seasonally.
But there is a difference, culturally, that gives me the opportunity to see into your future, just a little bit.