It still happens, I'm minding my own business and something or someone interrupts me. The result? I explode. What’s up with that?
I always thought of myself as laid-back before my diagnosis. I thought I was the most easy-going guy I knew. Well, that was clearly not possible, since I was the one person in my circle of acquaintances that I really, truly didn't know.
Turns out that laid-back and easy-going were qualities that I admired, and therefore I wishfully attributed them to myself. I was even able to cite examples to prove my carefree nature. Hadn't I managed to keep my cool when I burnt toast ... every day? Wasn't I able to take it all in stride when I ran out of gas, forgot to pay my bills, lost my datebook, my car keys, my wallet, my way ...?