I have a few problems.
Some of them are bigger than others.
Most of them are annoying on good days and debilitating on bad ones.
But my biggest problem seems to be trying to figure out if each of my other problems are uniquely mine, or if they are the result of my ADHD.
I’m not talking about my spectacular inability to remain focused on a task.
And I’m not talking about how I am constantly talking about things that likely don’t need talking about.
And I’m not even talking about my impulsive behavior, though I can bring that up at times when it has no relevance to what is going on in the world around me.
I’m actually talking about pain!
Not the emotional pain that accompanies my being required to do something mindlessly boring, I mean the physical pain that I have to medicate for.
What pain you ask? Well, it was diagnosed as Fibromyalgia. And it was diagnosed long before the ADHD.
So you’re wondering how I could figure they were connected, right?
Let me just explain …
The Fibro made its presence known to me in the later mid 80’s. It took a long time to diagnose.
One of the problems was that the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia was a new thing back then.
Another problem was that I did not present the way most people with Fibro did.
Turns out …
… That, apparently, ten percent of people with Fibro are men, and they do not seem to report their symptoms the same way as women.
I suspect strongly that men have the disadvantage of not wanting to seem like they can’t take it while at the same time trying to explain why they can’t take it. I have experienced this position before and it is a frustrating place to be.
But some time ago I was read something about Fibromyalgia being potentially linked with previous physical trauma. And I went back through my own personal history and thought it sounded right.
Well, I’ve had a little, yeah. There was the time I wrecked my pickup truck by hitting that stump at speed. And the time I flipped my Dodge Aspen (I loved that car) onto it’s roof by catching an ascending guard rail that just lifted one side of it up and over.
There was that time i fell off of a two story roof, and the time I dropped twenty feet off a cliff.
There was the time I tried to hoist myself up by sticking my foot in a loop of rope that ran through a pulley and back down and I didn’t think it through very well and when I pulled on the rop my foot went up a couple of inches and then shot straight up in the air while I, clutching the rope thinking it would save me, went straight down on my back.
I can’t count …
I have no ideaa how many times I fell in my life, I was agile and reasonably well balanced, but I was also a bit of a daredevil and I’d push situations beyond the breaking point.
I fell off chairs (that I wasn’t sitting on) and off bicycles, I fell from trees and from barn beams. I fell off horses when I was trying to trick ride.
I was dragged by a horse once because it took me more than thirty seconds to think to let go of the damned lead rope.
Now listen …
These accidents, they all suggest ADHD. I mean, no one individual one does, but taken collectively they do. I mean, as a youth, I had the dubious distinction of having the emergency staff know me by name, and my parents were not violent people.
And having ADHD is complicit in an increase over the average for emergency room visits.
Ding, ding, ding, ding
That’s the bell that rings when I get ideas. ADHD causes accidents, physical trauma is indicated in Fibro, that sounds like a connection. I don’t think the Fibro is just me.
So now I want to ask you, how many of you have ADHD … and Fibromyalgia?
I look forward to your letters and emails.