If you’ve never read Dr. Hallowell’s famous “Driven To Distraction” then you need to put that on your to do list.
The insights within the covers of that book are astounding. Reading that book was one of the first times I realized I was not alone.
Sure, when I was diagnosed and realized that my mental state was definable, and not even all that unique, I felt like I was much less alone in this world.
And when I found people like me, well, that was like realizing I had family when I had been thinking I was an orphan.
When I read Edward Hallowell’s book, I read words that applied specifically to me. I read a description of me. I read about me.
Not just about people like me.
Since then, I’ve tried to figure out ways to take me and make me and my life the best it can be within the limits of this disorder.
And I’ve failed at times.
And I’ve succeeded too.
And even the failures …
… were successes. Successes in that they taught me limits and revealed barriers that needed to be worked with or around.
And those workarounds also brought success.
My life is infinitely better because of that book and others like it.
And what made me think of that?
The last couple of years have involved some pretty long road trips for us here.
And long drives are not really high on the list of things we do well.
Long drives are … well, long, and full of the same thing over and over and over.
Yes, I’m spending this day at home, and not behind the wheel. And I’m contemplating how I manage to drive long distances without having my head explode.
Part of the success of this is that the drives are invariably full of scenery that is new and fresh.
Yes, I’m supposed to be watching the road, but I can multi-task a bit.
I have a great navigator, and I’m not talking about Google Maps.
My partner seems to be quite happy to let me drive while she plots our course, and keeps a half an eye on my focus.
And the cool thing is that when she needs a break from that and takes a nap, I’m so intent on letting her have a rest that I’m able to hyperfocus on what I’m doing.
I’m the first person to admit …
The last job I should have is driving a bus or a delivery truck on a fixed route. I’m pretty sure I’d die out there trying to do that. My ADHD is not conducive to that sort of thing.
But I make a long haul with variations work.
At least, I can do that if I’m part of a good team.
Me, my partner, and my ADHD.