The NY Times & ADHD
Saturday morning and I thought I’d been spammed. My Email inbox was filled with the same headline about ADHD and the NYTimes.
But each Email was from a different person.
Of course, it turned out that The New York Times….
Saturday morning and I thought I’d been spammed. My Email inbox was filled with the same headline about ADHD and the NYTimes.
But each Email was from a different person.
Of course, it turned out that The New York Times….
Many of the college students who are not ADHD and were abusing ADHD medication, are doing so to get better grades.
Cause they think it will help them focus, learn better, be more alert.
Since we began this journey into the world of adult ADHD, we’ve had the privilege to meet with, interview, and collaborate with some very cool people. Some are doctors or researchers. Many are authors, coaches, or advocates who know about ADHD first hand, and have made it their own personal crusade.
Some have written books. Some have started advocacy groups. Some blog. Some coach. Some rant and rail. It’s all good….
“Remember when you were at that age where everyone smoked weed?”
You hear that a lot from my generation.
Not everyone did. But almost everyone. I was one of the rare exceptions. All of my friends did, though….
“Oh, I forgot we had this hot-air popcorn maker!”
“Oh, I didn’t know we owned all these old picture frames.”
“Hey, look! We have a single bed. I forgot about this.”…
Can we talk about substance abuse?
Specifically abusing ADHD medication.
I’ve never actually had anyone ask me to lend them some of my medication. (How do you lend someone medication? Don’t you mean give? Cause I can’t see a pill being a ‘loaner’ that I’d want back afterwards.) But when my son was at university, taking an incredibly challenging course called Physics-Engineering, fellow students, non-ADHD students, approached him about getting a leg up with one of his magic pills.
It’s like the Sleep Fairy is sprinkling magic dust over most people, and sprinkling some kind of stimulant over the rest of us, the adults with ADHD.
In my previous Blog I noted, somewhat awkwardly, that knowing I have a place for my car keys doesn’t mean they’re always there. Or, when life gets nuts, even mostly there. For example, ahem, I’ve had to borrow Ava’s key for the past two weeks. Not the end of the world. And yet, as I noted in the previous blog, it can fee like it. ADHD can be such a pain. Knowing what’s going on doesn’t automatically prevent me from making the same mistakes over and over again. And again.
When I browse through our Forums I’m always amazed at the brilliant stories about the difference the ADHD diagnosis has made. For better and worse. In our DVD, Embracing the Diagnosis, we explore the kaleidoscope of anger, regret, relief, and hope that we all stumble through, like a drunk in a Carnival Fun House….
“I don’t know where the day went,” used to be a familiar lament of mine.
Eventually, I stopped long enough to find out where it went. Because I really was missing it.
I realized that the day doesn’t go anywhere. I do.
And where do I go?