Reply To: Can a person with ADD/ADHD start a group for ADDers.

[Evelyn]

Oh that is some funny, funny stuff. I put “her first period” on Facebook I hope that’s OK. My friends “Non-ADDers” are going to freak out. They think I wouldn’t say sh** if I had a mouth full. Well, I’d probably have to spit it out first, but you get the idea.
They always tell me I’m funny, but I’m clueless, I never know what is going to make them laugh, and it usually catches me off guard. Usually I’m trying to be serious when it happens. But when I try to be funny, it always bombs. I get these blank stares that send me off into a corner someplace ’til I get over it. Which is part of the reason I don’t socialize much.

My Dad introduced me to the Wyandotte Community Players as an artist, I wanted to work behind the scenes, which I did. But you know hind-site, I didn’t speak-up and tell them that I actually wanted to perform, because I didn’t think I could. I was only comfortable with paints and chalks. So I was the art director for two plays then that was the end of it. I wonder if they are still around, the playhouse is long gone.

———————-)time passes…

Yup, it’s called the “Wyandotte Community Theater II” now, and they have invitations for both auditions and back stage work. Interesting.

My Dad (father) said he helped form the players a long time ago. He was very cultured, my grandmother seen to that, He could sing, tap dance and play piano, but he never passed any of that on to us, because he said we should make our own choices. But we weren’t exposed to any of life’s possibilities.

My Dad was 45 years old when I, the first born, came into the world. I was 8 years old when we moved to Missouri. That was a whole ‘nuther world from the place I knew and loved. 1968, the riots were in full swing, and we got the heck out of Dodge.

One day I was in school trying to impress Michael (my first crush) the next day we were on the road, passing cows, and horses. Just that quick.

There had been some talk about moving, but I thought it was just talk. My dad would use the information to set our imaginations into overdrive. You never seen a bunch of kids pick-up their toys so fast as when he said they could be left behind if they weren’t put away where we could get to them. That wore off after a couple months. Then we were gone, the adventure had begun.

I’d really like a re-do.

A northern “redhead”, with an attitude, and attention problems, in the southern backwoods is not the place to discover culture.

5 year-old’s were driving pick-up trucks, and everybody’s hands were always waving around, and people dressed funny.

Some experiences in life take a really long time to become lessons, and even longer to become useful.

OK let me get my oar’s in the water here, there is a Whirlpool up ahead.

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