There are days when I go to work and, if the planets are aligned, I’ve eaten enough protein, and quaffed enough coffee, things fall into place smoothly.
Even if there are troubles at work, if I’m not stressed or in an ADHD fog, I can meet them and roll with the punches they bring.
These are the good days, the very good days.
And both of them were very memorable …
It’s Thanksgiving here in Canada, and soon it will be Thanksgiving in the U.S.A.
Maybe we could be thankful for something unique. What about our regrets?
What regrets you ask? Well, for starters, we forget. We get distracted. We make poor decisions. We practise deluding ourselves. And as a result, our lives suffer.
But all these things are parts of many peoples lives. True, we do these things and others to extreme. But it’s the phrase “we do these things” that is at the root of our regrets. We make bad choices, bad decisions.
I’ve discovered something. Long term plans? They suck.
I’ve also discovered that they are completely necessary.
It turns out that long term plans are the things that people use to get places, or even keep from getting left behind in life or dragged into situations they want to avoid.
But, plans have to be flexible, which to me is like not having plans. It’s more like having hopes. And if they have to be flexible, why make them? It’s easier to go with the flow if you don’t have an agenda.
Have you heard that you are more likely to have an MVA (motor vehicle accident) if you have ADHD?
Apparently it’s true. I’m not arguing for or against, but I’d love to know the statistics of that assertion.
I’d like to have those statistics broken down, too. What percentage of ADHD MVAs would be the result of distraction? How many of them would be considered to be the result of inappropriate activities? Would there be a significant number of them that were caused by poor decision making?
It’s been five years since I was diagnosed with ADHD. I am now 55 years old. So technically, I’ve had ADHD for five years.
But realistically, if one assumes that ADHD is heritable, I’ve had ADHD all my life.
From the time of my birth, when development was still ongoing, right up to the point in my life when symptoms, had they been known and understood, could have been observed, I had ADHD.
With apologies to Douglas Adams, a towel is a great thing to have, but you need more than just that.
I’ve relocated to my old haunt up north of my home where sometimes I work for a friend who is a better contractor than I. I call him “the boss.”
The boss had a job he wanted to get done, and up here in Canada, autumn is coming on. The job in question is an outdoor one. We’re replacing the roof on a park model camper trailer.
Am I too late? I hope not. I don’t like being late. I especially don’t like being too late. It’s too troubling and causes too much anxiety.
I get too late from being too easily distracted. Too often I forget to check the time.
Then I try to make up lost time by going too fast. That means too many things get forgotten, too many tasks get missed. Eventually it all becomes too much and I too get forgotten in the melee.
Prescription stimulants are the things that help many of us focus.
Why do they help us focus? Well, it seems that they actually make the part of our brain that functions in a … shall we say “scattered” way, work better. That means that the part of our brain that should focus our thoughts is unable to do that well, allowing our brains to wander from this to that. Stimulants seem to stimulate focus.
There also seems to be, in the ADHD brain, an increased speed of thought that isn’t regulated. When our focus is more easily controlled, that rapid firing of our brains is either also controlled, or since we are better able to focus, not relevant. The speed of our thinking doesn’t matter.
To those of you who noticed that I missed publishing my blog on Friday, I have a good excuse. I have ADHD. No, I’m not going to tell you that I forgot, I’ve got a better imagination than that. I’m going to tell you a wee bit of a story.
I have ADHD, and when I decide to do something, I often stick to it until it’s done. It’s called hyper-focus in some circles, perseverance in others, pig headedness in my world.
But, be that as it may, there it is. And it has stood me in good stead on many occasions. That’s the pig-headedness I’m talking about.
Firstly, I apologize for the sorry pun. But it works on so many levels … well, okay two, it works on two levels. The sorry pun is one level.
The other level is the fact that denial is the full time facilitator of procrastination.
I don’t mean that we deny that tasks exist, or that they need to be done. We’re smarter than that.
We deny that the imperative nature of a thing is … well, is as imperative as it is.