About 5% of adult brains (ADD.Org) do not produce or process the chemical compounds dopamine and serotonin in the same manner as everyone else, and I have ADHD.
Just like Lou Gehrig’s name doesn’t begin to tell you what it means to live with Lou Gehrig’s Disease, the ADHD acronym doesn’t tell you what it means to live with the disability. The words Attention-Deficit-Hyperactivity-Disorder does little more.
Not quite. I walk, talk, love, work, and cry the same as everyone else, and I can empathize, sympathize, rationalize, fantasize, marginalize, ostracize, and otherwise, just like everyone else.
At times, people have…
I remember my eighth-grade teacher inviting his class to read and summarize books for extra credit. He didn’t care what we read, or how much. Each child could choose for themselves.
It was the most free-form education method I have ever experienced, and I wish more of my teachers had followed suit.
I didn’t need further encouragement. I sought out every fantasy novel I could get my hands on.
Each completed novel went into a box next to my desk. It was a box used for copier paper, so you can imagine how many books might fit in that. By…
As someone with ADHD, I hit creative and productivity slumps that consume much of my life. It’s like the muse of life comes and goes as she pleases, and the reality is that she likes her alone time — a lot. That, or she’s cheating on me.
Seriously though, I hit a stride at the beginning of this year that I hadn’t in years. My writing efforts took off, and words were flowing at a clip that made me proud. And then it all just fell apart. I’m not even sure why.
Was it stress? A loss of ideas? …
It’s been almost thirty days since I last sat down to write a full-blown article. I’m not proud of that fact. The truth of those words has weighed on me for nearly as many days, but at the same time, I’ve been choosing (as best as I can) not to let it bother me.
You see, I built up a backlog of articles. I wrote so many pieces I had over a month’s worth scheduled for publishing. I am proud of this accomplishment. …
I am the quintessential starving artist, but I can’t change that by denying who I really am. I am a creative individual, and I wasn’t designed to live a traditional 9-to-5 lifestyle. Thirty-eight years of experience tell me this.
From a young age, I always wanted to create. As a kid, I wanted to draw, and as a teenager, I wanted to write, but desire doesn’t indicate success, and I failed to create the art I desired. …
As someone with a mountain of self-doubt building up over 30+ years, I can attest to indecision’s impact on my life. I can also tell you how impulsivity has soured many moments for me and those around me.
I have, however, climbed over my mountain, and now I’m looking with a clarity I once lacked.
To get here, I’ve worked hard at managing my internal dialogue, and I also sought help. Finally.
After years of suffering (30+ without a diagnosis, 3+ with one), I am now medicated. …
I have ADHD, and I can’t ignore it.
I’m not an expert on anything. I’m just a guy sitting in his basement office trying to cope with everything I think and feel. (i.e., I am struggling too.)
Several years ago, I had a mid-life crisis (may be still in it), almost lost my family (might still), lost a prestigious career (now an entrepreneur), and ended up in a psychiatrist’s office after couple’s counseling returned lackluster results. (Revisited the former and am now on medication, considering the latter)
In a matter of minutes, the psychiatrist posited I might have ADHD and…
The Lay-About Slacker
Yeah, I am that kid; the one few people cared to have around.
I sat in the back of the class, fidgeting and daydreaming. I countered the teacher’s lessons and went “off-topic.”
I also ignored my homework, skipped class, slept, and came in smelling like marijuana several days. I’m the kid who shoved my textbooks, assignments, and everything else into my ever-expanding backpack, emptying it three times a year or less.
I occupied myself with doodles, read underneath my desk, hummed, tapped, and joked with other kids disinterested in formalized instruction.
I couldn’t reconcile myself with my…
Until 5th grade, music bored me. Words slithered into the weeds every time I tried to pay attention. It may be because ADHD is known for coinciding with Sensory Processing Disorders.
As a teenager, I began noticing people chewing. It was an “off the charts” no-go experience, and restaurants became an acoustic nightmare.
My inability to parse out noise despite having healthy ears makes date nights a farce. Not hearing your spouse causes many problems and reduces the enjoyment factor to almost zero.
To put the icing on the cake, I’ve never attended a concert, nor do I desire to…
Catharsis and productivity. Here’s how I do it.
I am not known for my consistency, and I struggle with repetitive tasks. Sitting still is burdened with the fidgets, and my brain wants to run in a hundred different directions. I have ADHD.
But writing makes it better.
For years, I have wanted to write; I even have a 60K word zero-draft of a science fiction novel sitting in my office. It’s utter garbage, but I can’t let it go either. Writing that piece cured me of a video game addiction. I should have known at the time how important writing…