I have a new job. I’m involved with the “Arts” department of a local community online publication. And as such, I get to use it as an excuse to go to different things that one might consider artistic. Music and drama, art shows and film screenings all fall under my jurisdiction.
And so I make the supreme sacrifice and attend all kinds of things whenever I have the opportunity.
A short list of things you could already know about me might include the fact that I have ADHD, and the fact that I live in Canada, or as some of us like to call it, “The Great White North.”
I may also have mentioned some other things that, if you were paying attention, might be on that list. That extended list might include the fact that I live in a small urban area, a city by designation, but a town by character, called Owen Sound.
And if you were interested in the news, and were to dig deep enough, you’d find that this little city of mine has been suffering the effects of the unseasonably cold weather we’ve had over the last two winters.
The internet is a wonderful place to play. And for some of us it’s also a great place to work. But for those of us with ADHD, being online is often like having to take your children to the grocery store.
You head in the front door of the “world wide web” knowing exactly what you’re doing there. And the front door is where you check your sanity, hoping you’ll get it back when you log out. Every shiny link you see, your kids want … er, I mean your ADHD wants you to check it out.
It’s gotten to the point where I don’t ever write my blog online. I open up my word processor and hope to hell that I don’t have to look up any references or words.
I have noticed that I miss things. I’m not oblivious to my obliviousness.
That sounds like a paradox, and maybe it is. Heaven knows we have plenty of those, right?
But I’ve also observed that it’s the boring things that I manage to miss. Those things that seem so much like watching paint dry are the very things I can easily set to one side and, though I swear I’ll get to them in time, they get missed.
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.
I love life. That may not come as much of a shock to anyone who reads this blog, but in case you missed it, well there it is. I love life.
I love my life, this life. I have some troubles, admittedly. I’ve seen some rough times. But I love this life.
You see, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m well aware that life is, most likely, more than half over.
I do tell people that I intend to live to be 110. And that would mean that, at 56, I’m past middle age. It should be noted that I also tell people that when I reach 110 I want to die by being hit by a bus and that I hope it knocks me completely off my motorcycle and into a courtyard near a pool of pretty young women so that I can die surrounded by beauty … but that’s another blog post for another day.
There are conflicting descriptions of ADHD, and there is a great deal of misinformation still being shared about it as well.
There are many things that ADHD is that are surprising to some, and many more things that it isn’t.
These misconceptions make life more difficult for those with ADHD. They allow for erroneous stereotyping and stigmatizing, they allow ADHD’s detriments to be dismissed rather than attended to, and they rob people of the best possible life they otherwise might have managed to have.
But these misconceptions cannot work on their own, they need willing ears to hear them and willing tongues to spread them. They need closed minds and empty hearts to spread their damaging and destructive lies and deceits. Will you be that closed mind, that empty heart, that willing participant in the spread of misinformation, or will you read on and educate yourself, and subsequently others?
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.
Here’s a little something I noticed about ADHD the other day. Success can lead so quickly to failure. In fact, success can cause failure.
How is that possible is the question I asked myself when I first realized that what I’d thought was actually perfectly true.
Well, I went back over the thought line that led to this conclusion and the logic has no flaw. And it is perfectly easy to explain this to you.
And my hope is that, once I’ve explained it to you, I’ll have little trouble remembering this lesson. And once remembered, I hope to be able to recognize the situation and take steps to rectify it in my life.
It is arguably the single most important aspect of being human, that we are aware of ourselves. We must be aware of our existence in order to be able to advance.
And as a species, we have advanced greatly. The fact that you are reading my words, whether you live around the block from me or on the other side of the globe, is the result of our awareness that we are.
I write for you because I’m aware you are there.
And of course we are self aware. The other reason I write is because I enjoy writing. I’m aware that I enjoy it.