That’s a wonderful old saying, isn’t it?
And yes, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. The problem is that there is no cure for ADHD.
And while what happened to me last night could have been prevented in several ways, it also could have happened to anyone.
So why do I feel guilty?
Yes, because I have ADHD and these things happen to me or for me or because of me more often than they do for others.
We can almost always look back and see how it occurred, and it always seems to make sense.
But the numbers don’t add up.
The frequency of these “normal” accidents is greater for us than it is for NTs (Neuro-Typicals).
We have more accidents, end up in the hospital emergency room more often, probably end up going to the landfill more frequently with damaged stuff (unless you’ve got that ADHD hoarding thing going on where even after you destroyed your TV you keep it around for parts, knowing full well that no one fixes them and the parts will never be used).
So what happened this time?
I was bowling on the Wii. I’d started the system up and yes I saw the notification that suggests it is wise to have your controller strapped to your wrist … we have no straps. We have never had any to the best of my knowledge.
And yes, I know the room I was in very well. I was fairly certain that I had enough room to move in. I had enough space between the couch and the coffee table to get the job done. Besides, I often keep my shin against the coffee table when bowling. It gives me a sense of location.
So everything was normal?
Yes, pretty much. Well, I had just finished working on my computer and I’d left it sitting on the coffee table, still opened and running. But I do that often enough as well.
Okay, I never leave it in exactly the same place twice. And this time I left it a little closer to the edge than I maybe usually do, but so what?
So it was about the fifth frame, I wasn’t doing as well as I have done, but I wasn’t failing either.
I managed to hit the top end corner of my laptop screen with my controller hand and that knocked the controller out of my hand.
It went right where the ball was supposed to go, a perfect strike. It hit the top of the screen.
It could totally have happened to anyone.
But it happened to me.
The guy with ADHD.
Another ADHD “accident.”
Will I ever learn?
I hope so, but I doubt it.