I've talked about procrastination before. I've mentioned it in passing I'm sure. But there are aspects of it that I've been meaning to address. I just ... well, you know.
The one big thing I've wanted to say on the subject is that somehow active procrastination hides itself. I've noticed this now for a while. Well, ever since I've started paying attention to the fact that I do procrastinate more than others, more than I should.
How does it hide itself? Cleverly. It hides itself very cleverly.
When I find myself passively procrastinating, that is, putting things off without thinking about them. Then I know they're going to nag me, they'll make me feel bad. So eventually I'll focus in on the thing I've been putting off.
I have news for you. You might want to sit down. It seems that some rocket scientist has discovered that ADHD might persist into adulthood.
No no, stop shaking your heads. It's true, it's all right here in the Independent. Well, you know, if the Independent is to be believed.
And given that the Independent has used a valid citation to an article published on a University of Cambridge page
People with ADHD are a group that share a cluster of symptoms and traits. That means we have lots in common with each other. And while no two of us have all the same symptoms, we can usually recognize our strengths … okay, maybe not, but we can understand why other people with ADHD are good at some things and not at others.
Why? Because there are things we're good at. And things we're not so good at.
Do you think that ADHD is a real disorder? Do you know what constitutes this disorder? Do you believe that it affects millions of people in the world, maybe billions?
I'm asking you because I know that there are people who say that it does not exist.
People like the verbose and semantic manipulating Dr. Richard Saul, who claims that ADHD is a “catch all” diagnosis and that what is diagnosed as ADHD is actually some twenty separate things that are being misdiagnosed.
There are many things that can be done the right way or the wrong way. And there are rather a lot of things that can be done different ways.
To be truthful, there are lots of people who believe that things must be done a certain way to be done the right way, even if others believe that those same things should be done a different way. Some people are just set that way and can't be reset.
And yes, there is always a wrong way to do anything. There's probably several wrong ways to do anything and there are some things that have many wrong ways of being done. In fact, the doing of some things is wrong. Murder, theft, and homophobic, misogynistic or bigoted actions come to mind.
I heard something funny the other night at a party. I know it was funny, everyone laughed. Everyone including me, I laughed. I laughed and laughed.
You should have heard it, you'd probably have laughed also. You might have laughed like the others in the room, they all thought it was funny. Or you may have laughed like I did. I said I thought it was funny also. But I actually didn't know.
I had heard it, whatever it was, but I didn't absorb it. I had missed a key phrase at the beginning. I think that the grammatical structure at the beginning was ambiguous, and as I tried to figure out which way round that was supposed to be, I missed much more.
So today is election day here in Canada. Remember that post I wrote a week or so ago about how I shouldn't run for office? Well, did I mention that I keep getting the urge to do just that?
No? Well, I could have mentioned it. I do get the urge sometimes. You see, I do passionately want to make things better for people. I want the world to not become an oven, I want the arctic not to melt, I want animal species not to become extinct.
And I want education to be accessible to people. And I want people to be healthy, I want food to be good and real, I want looking after yourself to be an easy thing to do. I want people to be able to enjoy their lives, what the hell is life for if it isn't for being enjoyed?
What an interesting question, eh? In truth, I don't hear this question much any more. I'm more likely to hear blatant statements like “They tried to tell me I had ADHD, but I didn't want to go through all that.”
And my first thought is “I'd rather you'd actually asked me if ADHD was real.” At least there's room for discussion in that conversation.
But maybe I'm being hasty here. Perhaps I should examine the situation a little closer.
Let's start with the title question, Is ADHD a real medical disorder? My gut reaction is to say “Yes!” unequivocally and without reservation. But let's consider the details of the question. And let's do that by removing the word “real” which is a little insulting anyway.
Have you taken the ADHD tests online yet? There are at least three of them. And while they aren't valid as a diagnosis, they are a place for you to start exploring, if you feel that ADHD might be an issue for you.
It should be noted that these tests might also be used by the mental health care professional that assesses you, if you do seek a diagnosis. It should also be noted that they may well give you other tests for other disorders as a form of differential diagnosis. Basically, that just means that, since some of the symptoms of ADHD can be found in other disorders, and since you likely won't have all the symptoms that are associated with ADHD, they want to rule out the possibility that you have some other disorder instead of (or as well as) ADHD.
I have ADHD, and I have it every day. But I don't notice it every day. Or at least I don't always think about it.
And the truth is that until I turned fifty, I had no idea that I had ADHD. So imagine how much I thought about it then? Exactly. Not at all back then.
But since the diagnosis, and yes, for a little while before that when I first started to suspect ADHD, I've spent more days noticing the effects of ADHD on my life then days when I haven't noticed them.
But still there are days. And those days are like days when I don't even have ADHD. No, the symptoms are still there. And yes, if I look back over my day I can pinpoint where ADHD had made itself known, or would have, if I had cared to look back.