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My house is a nightmare. I don’t mean it’s a mess, though I’m not telling you it’s as neat as a pin either. The neatness gauge swings from side to side rapidly.

But my house is a recurring nightmare of familiarity. It contains my things. My things interest me, and there’s lots of them, and they overflow their cupboards and containers. Some of them have their own areas.

None of that is bad, per se, but when I’m trying to do something, any one task, all those other interests are brought to my attention by the presence of their accoutrements in my field of vision.

What does that have to do with Google?

Well, nothing, I guess … okay, maybe something, let me tell you about me and the online world first. I am an ADHDer. When I go online to check my email, it usually takes a while. My email contains notifications from many places on the web. And each notification contains a link to that place. If the main link doesn’t get me, there are subsidiary links to other interesting sights … er, I mean sites. Some of those sites are like sightseeing in a foreign land, every corner turned reveals a new wonder, and more corners.

How bad could it be?

So checking my email at 7:30 in the morning can, on bad days, take up the better part of my afternoon.

So checking my email at 7:30 in the morning can, on bad days, take up the better part of my afternoon.

Still, I am happy that the internet is in my life

But in fairness, before the internet came along, I could waste the day in much the same way. I could start out trying to fix a damaged storm door latch and end up scraping the paint off the basement window frames with a BBQ grill brush (Don’t ask, I’m not willing to relive the foibles of that week just to write it down for my own embarrassment).

Still wondering about Google? Patience!

As a former antique dealer, I can tell you that the internet changed the landscape of that business. Things that were thought to be rare and valuable were discovered to be stored in every third basement while other things that were thought common here turned out to be sought after in other corners of the world. Values changed and resettled when sales became international.

That same web of communication, that made antiquing a world wide market, made having ADHD a much more common thing.

I don’t mean that the computer or the internet caused ADHD, though some nut will happily tell you that’s so (I just tell those people to watch their step, the edge of the world is right around here somewhere). I mean that we found a world that lets us be us, it encourages our rambling and distracted way of looking around.

Who are all these people?

More importantly, it brought us together. We’ve met each other here. Some of us are waving the flag. Others are coming to see what all the fuss is about and finding themselves to be home. They’ve discovered that they’re among friends and family. They’ve discovered their quirks are only unique and uncommon when they try to fit in to that other world. They’ve discovered that they actually do belong among the cool kids, and they’ve discovered that the cool kids are the ones wearing not just mismatched socks, but mismatched shoes, and their shirts are on inside out … and we don’t care!

You knew it had to be coming …

And lastly, the internet is home for us because of …  Google. One of the most frustrating things for me is being unable to call to mind something that I know full well is hiding in one of my cerebral folds or wrinkles. Now a days, I can type my twisted thoughts into the entry field of Google or Ask or Dogpile and hit enter. And if it doesn’t come up with what I was thinking of … well, it gives me dozens of options to take my mind off what I can’t remember anyway. How accommodating is that, eh?