Friday 13th, My Lucky ADHD Day!

Or "Why I'm Not Triskaidekaphobic!"
It's my birthday today, Friday the 13th, my lucky day. I've always felt different, out of sync with the world, not a fit. I've always been a square peg looking at a bank of round holes. But I've always felt lucky.
Tuesdays child is full of grace
At one time I would tell people I had actually been born on a Friday 13th, no one ever looked it up, they'd all just say “Really? Wow!” It fit. I was, and am, an unusual entity and it just figured that I might have been born on such a day.

In reality, I had been born on a Tuesday. If there is any grace in me it is well hidden. It may come out in some of the photographs I take, but I'm fairly sure it isn't very evident at other times.


A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the ADHD Medicine Go Down

I'm not the sort of person that needs to be coddled. I take my medicine when I'm told to. And, though I don't always admit the need, when there's no denying the need, I don't.

The sugar, for me, is the curing of whatever the medicine was prescribed to cure. A bitter pill is not so hard to swallow if there is a resultant healing in the foreseeable future.

Unfortunately, my ADHD is not curable, at least not yet. My meds are a temporary fix, and only a partial one at that. They help me keep calm-minded, but I must direct my own focus. Being mindful is only part of the plan, I have to be vigilant of what I am mindful of.


ADHD? Doesn’t That Describe Everyone?

What is ADHD? I hear this question rather frequently. My standard response is to say “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder” and then give a quick description of the three main symptoms: distraction, inattention and hyperactivity.

If I’m on my game the sincerity in my delivery makes the questioner realize I’m talking about something beyond the occasional distraction, something more than not noticing your spouse's haircut, and something a bit more excessive than going for a brisk walk.

But I’m not always on my game.


Is This Me Getting Better? ADHD Symptom Overdrive

I’ve written, in the past, about having brilliantly creative ideas and retaining only the euphoric feeling of success at solving or discovering something. As ADHD symptoms go, this inability to maintain my train of thought in the face of the excitement of discovery is one of my most common ones.

It’s disheartening at times. At other times it’s nearly heartbreaking. It all depends on the place I’m at emotionally.
Hindsight is sometimes 20/20
Sometimes, if I backtrack mentally to where I was when I made the discovery, I can actually “rediscover” what gave me that feeling. When that happens, I must admit, I usually find that the euphoria was unwarranted, but not always. And, unfortunately, the “rediscovery” experience is the exception, not the norm.


Three Wishes for an ADHD Life

Remember when you were young and you played three wishes with yourself or with friends? “If I had three wishes, I’d wish for ... ” For people my age, this was fuelled, if not inspired entirely, by 60’s TV shows like Bewitched and I Dream Of Jeannie.
Like throwing gas on a fire
And it didn’t take much to fuel the ADHD mind. My third wish was always for three more wishes. My friends told me I couldn’t wish for that, so I changed it to “I wish that I could have everything I want from now on.” Needless to say, that also was put on the list of things Kelly wasn’t allowed to wish for.


ADHD For New Years … A Dinner Conversation

I know ADHD is a grab bag of issues, a list of symptoms as long as your arm. Hardly any of them are ... shall we say, serious, at least not when found in normans (so-called normal humans). Normans just don’t experience the barrage of multiple symptoms at the critical intensities that define daily life for us.

Recently I’ve been made aware that, without having an intimate connection with an ADHDer, normans just don’t understand what it’s like to have ADHD. They don’t know what it’s like to be us, and that’s fair. How could they? But if they do have that connection ...


Goodbye 2011 ~ An ADHD New Years Perspective

I was going to write a post about New Years Resolutions. Then I thought I’d write about what I would have done differently over the last year. Then I started thinking I should write a post about what I think I would have done differently throughout my life If I’d had an ADHD diagnosis as a child.

Well, that sounds like a good post, and I think I’ll write it ... some other day. Today, I’ve decided on something else. Today isn’t for resolutions or regrets, today is for accomplishments!


ADHD Leftovers, Pass The Good Wishes

This post is a kind of “week after Christmas” meal of the things that are left over in tin foil covered bowls and on plastic wrapped plates. Many of these bits could be full posts, but I’m feeling like having fried leftovers today.
What’s in this bowl?
I’m in a unique situation. I’ve put myself out there in the virtual world of the internet as an ADHDer. I’ve obsessed, professed and confessed in public. I’ve shared, joked, and even ranted a bit. But the deal is ... I want to help.

I’m working hard to keep my personal life in my blog without dwelling on things that are very unique to me, things that have little to do with most others and their ADHD. There are times when this isn’t possible. And frankly, while parts of my life are unique to me, stress is stress. If you can learn from the ways in which I deal with mine, great. If not, I tried.


With ADHD, You Can’t Always Get What You Want

I always called it “being numb.” I reach a point where stress and confusion accumulate to a level that leaves me unable to function, unable to think in a straight line.

Okay, I can’t think in a straight line much of the time, I do well to skip around two or three concurrent trains of thought ... with my meds.
This year was going to be different!
Okay, this year couldn’t help but be different. Christmas, 1983, marked the first Christmas I spent with the woman who would soon be my wife. Christmas, 1984, was the first Christmas we spent together as husband and wife. And we spent every subsequent Christmas, until 2010, in each others company. Now I've been left to try to find Christmas on my own.


My Christmas Present to You

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

I know I haven’t been very festive in my posts this December. I’ve tried, but as many of you know, I’ve had my reasons for not being cheerful. I'm not normally a Scrooge.

I can’t promise any improvement in the near future either, but I do promise I’ll try. That’s not my present to you, that’s just what I’m going to have to do to make my life better. And I appreciate all the comments and emails you’ve been offering, I’m accepting them as my presents from you all.

And my gift to you isn't my admiration of you, but you should all know that I do admire you, all of you. From the most depressed among you to the most optimistic, from the least organized to the most ordered, I feel I'm blessed to have found so many friends here.