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And Then The Mail Came …

Unless it’s a really great … No! What am I saying???

I was on my way to work. I swear I was.

And then the mail came and I found myself at the mall.

And I don’t work at the mall.

And this never happened to me when I was younger, so it can’t have anything to do with ADHD, right?


I haven’t changed. Well, not much. I’m older, and it’s true that I have developed some mad, wizardly coping skilz (as the kids say), but I am essentially the same man with the same ADHD brain I started into adulthood with.

But ADHD does not happen in a vacuum. ADHD affects the way my mind interacts with my world. So ADHD is only half of what I deal with on a daily basis.

The other half?

The other half is the world. And since it keeps changing, the interaction keeps changing.

And since the interaction keeps changing, so too must my coping skilz, … er skills.

It used to be …

When I was a young man I would get up in the morning, get dressed, head to the kitchen, drink a couple cups of coffee and eat some cereal, then jump into my old truck and head off to the printing plant where I worked on a crew running a press printing magazines and flyers.

It was a rare day when the phone would ring before I left the house and rarer still if it was a call for me.


Now I get messages through the night. I check Facebook first thing, sometimes before I’m out of bed. When I go to work, some of my jobs involve communication via email. When I have a question I google it.Research takes me places online that never existed when I first started out in the working world.

Hell, when I first started working, work was limited to the real world. There was no virtual world, no internet, no instant communication, no encyclopedia at your finger tips.


Whenever I go online now I am inundated with opportunities to wander off.

I check my email for new jobs from the various people I work for, and my email is full of eBay coupons and Amazon deals.

I get twenty promotional communications for every real piece of mail.

There’s no denying it

I remember in years gone by how much fun it was to finally be done with work for the day or the week and to go spend a little of my hard earned cash on some much needed thing. It felt good to be taking care of myself.

And I can’t say that there isn’t a little of the same feeling when I’m looking at the latest gadget online.

But since I can go from reading an email with an assignment in it to reading an email with a discount code to get 20% off my next purchase at the store located on the web page just two seconds away … I have to be very careful not to let my day drift off into a maze of links researching the various pros and cons of the latest bluetooth enabled, calorie counting, USB bread slicer/toaster.

Fortunately for me, I cope … mostly.

And Then The Mail Came …

Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about having ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

email me at ADHD Man

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APA Reference
Babcock, K. (2018). And Then The Mail Came …. Psych Central. Retrieved on March 26, 2019, from


Last updated: 3 Jul 2018
Last reviewed: By John M. Grohol, Psy.D. on 3 Jul 2018
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