When I was about 45 I took up tennis. More or less by accident. We had bought a timeshare at a place in Florida for the winter. To keep busy while we were there, I took a one-hour tennis lesson every morning—it was a workout AND entertainment AND added knowledge. Multi-tasking!
This is the quiz I want to give people when I hear them spouting nonsense. I mean, yes, I love all people dearly. And yes, I was just as uninformed at one point. Or probably I was, I don’t remember much beyond last week. And OK, this is more of an emotional rant than a quiz but…
Tomorrow is Thursday, just an average, everyday Thursday in Canada, but for the United States it is Thanksgiving. I figure I should acknowledge it since over 300 million people are celebrating it… Which means that there are millions of people in the US that are celebrating Thanksgiving AND have ADHD.
Don’t wait until parent/teacher interviews to speak up.
I know that it can feel overwhelming to connect with your child’s teacher before the school year/semester kicks off.
By Carter Hammett, Ever since 1840 when the American Census first included a question on idiocy/insanity, mental health professionals have been trying to put a…
How many CEO’s, (okay let’s just say men) could do what they do if they also had to do what we do?
Answer: None. But if WE are the CEO, it doesn’t keep us from killing ourselves trying to do it all ourselves, and all by ourselves.
Your ability to pay attention, problem solve, plan, and regulate your emotion is managed in part by certain chemicals in your brain. One of these important chemicals is Dopamine. Studies suggest that an ADHD brain does not release or reload dopamine effectively, which leads to problems with all of those executive function activities listed above that we need to use on a daily basis.
Here are Dr. Gray’s top 4 tips for women with ADHD:
When I spoke with TotallyADD about writing a piece for their month dedicated to ADHD and Women, I began making a list of how ADHD impacts men and women differently.
By Candace Taylor,
Woman Under Clutter “Why does our house look like this?” That was the question tossed at me one day by my then eight year old son, upon returning from a play date at a friend’s immaculate and organized home. He walked into the kitchen, looked around as if he smelled something funny (which may have been the truth), fixed me with a suspicious and accusatory glare, and asked the same question I had been asking myself for years.
Why indeed did my house look like this? “This”, being precarious piles on every flat surface, calendars from 5 years earlier still on the walls, and endless projects of every description with no end in sight. Cleaning house was an archeological dig. and my desk had become the Bermuda Triangle of important papers – the more important the paper, the quicker it sank from sight, never to be found again. The best response I could come up with was…