Ok, Universe. I can take a hint. Twice in the past week I’ve found myself talking to concerned adults (one parent, one teacher) about the connection between marijuana use by teenagers and young adults and ADHD.
This tells me that there’s still not enough out there on this topic, so I’m devoting today’s blog post to the subject. I’ve written about ADHD and self-medicating in previous posts (Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll, Part II: Drugs), but obviously it’s important to keep talking about it.
One concern that’s expressed time and time again by parents of ADHDers is that if they put their ADHD kids on medication, especially stimulant medications, before long, the kid’ll be smoking dope, snorting coke, and chomping on ‘shrooms. The fear is that legit ADHD drugs will act as a gateway drug, a one-way ticket to la-la land.
I just figured out why I like being sick.
I admit, it’s partly the dreamy, germ-induced haze I’m enveloped in. It’s much quieter than when I’m healthy and thoughts are bombarding me like electrons in a quantum physics experiment.
I know, that sounds weird. But honestly, it’s a complete relief not to have to live up my rigorous agenda or perfectionistic standards. I’m just too weak and tired to give a damn. And frankly, it’s the most peaceful and relaxed I’ve been in a long time.
Halloween. Samhain. All Hallows Eve. All Souls’ Day. Whatever you call it, it would be all too easy to be negative about ADHD today. It’s a nightmare; it’s like being one of the living dead; it’s no treat.
I’d like to offer another perspective on ADHD as I anticipate tonight’s onslaught of goblins and ghouls.
I mentioned on World Health Day that I’d like to share a few personal sources of faith and inspiration that have helped sustain me as I’ve learned to manage and live with ADHD.
Specialists agree that treating ADHD with a variety of approaches, including medication, exercise, coaching, and others, is the best way to manage ADHD symptoms. I’d like to add attending to your spiritual / inner life as an important component in treating ADHD in a holistic way, addressing mind, body, and spirit.
I’m hoping that sharing some of my sources for inspiration and faith will help you think about yours. You might even want to expand your repertoire of resources to turn to for spiritual succor.
While a lot of us with ADHD started off with high aspirations and great expectations, by the time we’re diagnosed as adults we can feel downright demoralized. Sometimes we feel like we’ll never excel at anything. This is depressing.
So – how about an ADHD Olympics? At least if we had our own Olympics, we’d have a chance at a gold medal.
Ya, they are. You might have heard some (or all) of these, too. Didn’t you wish you had some quick response at the ready? Feel free to use any (or all) of these, any time. You’re welcome.
I’m looking for a partner for my million dollar ideas. Everyone knows every ADHDer is brilliant, creative and entrepreneurial, right? So says the media.
The bad part is, we’re big on ideas, short on follow-through. That’s why I need an entrepreneurial type to take my brilliant ideas and run with them.
A solution came to me while driving home last night. My creative juices were flowing. Or maybe it was sweat. The heat wave, after all, hadn’t broken yet, so who can say? Point is, all this sweating and thinking and driving through the rolling countryside set my mind a-wandering…
In Almost Famous: Re-thinking Being a Famous ADHDer, Part I, I began to think about what it might be like to achieve my goal of being a famous writer.
ADHD + success = trouble?
With the recent passing of British singer Amy Winehouse, I started worrying about success luring me to the dark side, unleashing my less healthy tendencies.
Would fame and fortune erode all my hard work, neutralize my ADHD meds, and unleash the pre-diagnosis beast within? Worse, would it exaggerate my less-than-desirable traits?
I was about 27 or 28. There was a certain dance club we used to frequent in my town. When you entered, you had to walk through a corridor to get to the bar and dance floor. The wall was lined with men, drinks in hand, all eyeing you up and down as you passed by. I hated it.
It was like running the gauntlet. I became so fed up with being ogled by lecherous creeps that I began to stare them in the eye, just long enough to make them uncomfortable, then I’d run my eyes slowly down to their feet and back up again, to once more challenge them by looking directly into their eyes. Seldom would a man meet my gaze. They could dish it out, but they sure as hell couldn’t take it.
I was nobody’s prey. I was a hunter. But I didn’t know that then.
I was curious about where I was this time last year, so I looked up my post from July 21, 2010. It was an interview with Nancy Ratey, author, The Disorganized Mind. Nancy and I have been friends ever since that interview, but I’m sorry to say we haven’t been in touch for a while. With my mom dying recently, and changes in Nancy’s life, and both of us being so busy with work, we haven’t talked in months.
I miss her.
I realize that, same as a year ago, I still have very few ADHD women friends. Ok, make that – no ADHD women friends, except Nancy. Why is that?
I think it’s because I’m much more a guy when it comes to ADD. I have the hyperactivity thing, the extreme libido thing, the Chutzpah thing, I’m loud and active and sexual and unpolished. And I’m ok with that.