Archives for Coping
We hyper-focus on things we should steer clear of. We procrastinate when we should be attending to important tasks. We get distracted by things that we notice when we're doing things that we already shouldn't have been doing because those things we were doing were distractions too.
Another cyclical situation is that we have little or no ability to sense accomplishment for any length of time. So accomplishing things, trivial or important, lack any kind of sensory encouragement. Instead of feeling all “Wow, look at me, I'm all that.” we're more likely to be all “Meh. What's next?”
Art belongs in the ADHD life. It is intrinsic to the distracted, eclectic and rapid life of people with ADHD. And even though some of us are intently devoted to work and callings that are not considered artistic in nature, the truth is that we bring art to those things and find art in them as well.
At one time, my work was the work of a computer programmer. If you were looking for something that seemed to be the antithesis of art, computer programming seemed to be it.
And yet, there is a beauty to well written code. Like choice of medium, the subtleties of a programming language manipulated by a skilled coder could appear to have a beauty that could be appreciated. Constructions of procedures and functions could be observed to be blatantly sublime to the minds of other coders and systems analysts.
I've been told that I have anger management issues, and I can't even begin to tell you how ticked off that made me feel.
Apparently some people believe that those of us with ADHD get angry easier and more often than people without.
The truth for me is that I get angry when I'm frustrated. And if I'm frustrated by someone unable to understand that I'm not angry … well, it's a pointless debate for me to engage in because I can't win. If I'm right, the frustration will soon leave me angry and then no one will believe I'm not angry, because I no longer am. Not angry, that is.
I'm designing a poster today. Actually, I'm shifting a couple of trailers around and designing a poster. Okay, I'm helping move some tables and chairs and shifting a couple of trailers around and designing a poster.
You know what though, I'm actually having a practice session with my musical partner and helping to move some tables and …
Okay, I'm busy. But in addition to the things on my list, there are things that just come up. And I can't walk away from them for some reason.
I'm a quiet kind of guy. I don't really have a lot to say. And that's true of today too. I really shouldn't be writing a blog post. I got nothing.
So, half that opening paragraph was a lie. It's true that I often don't have anything to say, but it's pretty rare that that stops me from running my mouth.
And even if I do have some small thing to say, I am often guilty of saying too much.
Let me tell you a little story. I could start this story with the words “You all know that I have ADHD, right?” But I think I'll just tell the story and you consider the impact of ADHD as you read it.
I do all kinds of freelance work. I work for a local online magazine called owensoundhub.org. I write for them, and for Psych Central, and I write freelance articles and copy for websites. And I have photographs available for people to use for various purposes.
And last Thursday I decided I needed some stock photos of some fire damage that had occurred in my city as a result of an arson spree. One of the places that the arsonists had tried to light up, but that extinguished itself, was on my list.
I've finally found something that I can concentrate on, focus on, pay attention to ... It's not a good thing.
I'm having some breathing troubles … again. And it's not easy to ignore the feeling that there's no oxygen in the room.
As a person with ADHD who has a fair share of the hyperactive attributes in his combined type mix, I often discover that my breath is being kept from me when I become active.
I'm on vacation. Yes. Right now. I'm sitting in a chair, looking out over a vast expanse of open water, my feet up, my soul filled with contentment, my mind … well, never mind what my mind is doing.
So why am I writing a blog post while I'm on vacation? Because … well ... because, shut up, that's why.
Honestly, I don't know why. I could have taken the week off and caught up next week. Or I could have scheduled a post or two in advance and been free of the burden of upcoming deadlines.
But instead, I just thought, “Lets see what happens.”
I don't do art. But I love art.
Okay, I'm getting the evil eye from folks who think that photography is an art form. And I'd say they are right, it is. And I do that.
Also, I should mention that I am thinking of the visual arts here. I'm not excluding music, poetry and literature from the arts, I'm just not talking about them in this post.
And so, what I meant to say was, I do not draw or paint or sculpt. I doodle sometimes, but not like I did in school when there was nothing else interesting to do.
Everyone multitasks. Or at least they believe they multitask. The truth is that they actually do little parts of multiple tasks in alternating sequence. Few people can actually do more than one thing at a time.
But that “parts of multiple tasks in alternating sequence” thing, that's pretty good. And if we're going to look at humankind's abilities and say that within those abilities this is what we're calling multitasking, than yeah, we all do that.
And some of us do it more than others, better than others also. Like any other activity in our arsenal, there is a spectrum of competence. But ...