Hey folks, I have a little story to tell you.
It’s not a parable, not a fable, and it doesn’t really have a message to it.
But there is a message that comes after it, along with another little story that’s kind of about the first story.
Is this getting confusing?
I’ll try to clear it up …
Lat’s take this one piece at a time, so I don’t get lost, ‘kay?
Yesterday my partner came home from work for lunch, and showed me a lens that she uses at work to look into peoples eyes. It’s not that weird, she’s an Optometrist.
The lens was a ground optical glass that magnifies. However, in order to hold it, a ring or ferrule around the glass provides flat sides. The lens fits in the ring from one end and a tiny second ring holds it in place. The outer ring and inner ring are threaded to match and are screwed together, probably by a machine built to hold that inner ring and turn it into place.
Why did she show it to me?
Probably because she knows I’m always intrigued by mechanical things. But the other answer is that she likes to share with me the things she can from work, the kinds of things she sees that she has to deal with in order to keep her patients eyes healthy and functional.
Oh, and also, the lens had fallen apart. the three pieces were lying separately in the case that the lens is kept in. My partner told me that it had always been loose, had even rattled a bit.
She told me she was planning on sending it back to the manufacturer to have it reassembled.
And then I said it …
“Leave it with me and I’ll see if it can be put back together without sending it away.” I said.
Lunch was over, and she went to wash up and get ready for work again. In the time it took to wash up, brush her teeth and hair, check her messages and get back down the stairs, I had …
I handed her the lens, reassembled.
No big deal.
I didn’t have the factory tools, but in true ADHD fashion I used an expired credit card to make a wrench that fit inside the ferrule and engaged the inner ring slots but didn’t come in contact with the curved lens. Then I screwed it back together. So well that it wasn’t rattling any more.
That’s the story
But the other story is that I shared this tale online in an ADHD group of friends and in less than one day, the story had 87 positive reactions and a good number of positive comments as well.
And this morning, in the glow of feeling recognized and encouraged by this group, I realized that twenty years ago the story would have been how my partner brought home a lens and I saved her the expense of getting it repaired and that was all. I would then have gone back to wondering why I can’t fix what’s wrong with me when I can fix other things.
But in this day and age, with social media available everywhere, we, the people with ADHD, have been able to find our village and flourish emotionally in the support of that electronic community. And I am aware that there’s nothing wrong with me, I’m just different.
It’s a new world!
Listen, my partner is amazing, and I live to help her whenever I can. She is the most supportive person in my life.
But the overwhelming nature of the reinforcement of our ADHD tribe is something we’re just now realizing the potential benefits of.
And I think we’re going to keep them, and learn how to use them for the good of humanity.
It’s an ADHD synergistic super power.