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February 9, 2012 at 4:49 pm in reply to: Helping students to complete their work prior to night before #112260
My problem was that I liked planning. It was so much fun thinking about the end product that when I started it my mind had already thought I finished it. My high school had guided study. They had teacher to help with homework. Literally guiding me on what to do. Like planning. Sometimes my planning didn’t work out and I would have a break down. When it was a good idea to stop, start working, and finish it.
We had to show our assignment notebooks to the teacher in charge of us. One student would always claim he didn’t have homework. Then the teacher would ask me what was my homework in the class. From Sophomore year to senor year we had the same, English, history, and guided study class. I would tell the teacher my homework. Totally not helping with his no homework excuse.
What worked for me was little reminders in my assignment notebook. Things like, ‘two more days till the project is due,’ in red, ‘a day until project is due.’ I also had this jar where I put different color stick. Each color had a cash amount, candy, or something I would like to do. I could only get a total twenty for the week. The bigger the project the more money I could get. It was a Monday through Friday thing only. Weekends was to blow the rewards. If I didn’t turn in, finish, or didn’t reach a reasonable goal; I couldn’t put anything in the jar.
I really want to start doing that again. To bad it wont work.
REPORT ABUSE@Tiddler I sat in wet paint once. The funny thing was I had a white shirt and black pants. @Taylor55 You are defiantly not the weird one.
REPORT ABUSEDepends on the group. There are times when I just want to work by myself and other times I wish I had a group to work. Mostly, because one person seems to be doing more work. There were some groups were I did most of the work and the group let me down. Then there are others were members won’t let me do anything. So I do my part and leave it at that. Luckily I don’t worry about group work anymore.
Once in high school my teacher made me the president of the group, because of my way helping others work harder. As president my job was to plan and dish out the work load. It was the best job ever! One member thought she should have been the president and made my job hard. She contradicted everything I said. I asked her if she did the work sheet. She didn’t do the worksheet. Then the teacher heard her complain to other students that I was unfit as president of the group. The teacher asked the other group members and they stated that I have been handling the problem way better then they would have. The teacher talked to me and then made me go to the social worker to get better help in groups. It pissed me off even more to find the person who was saying I was unfit at my job didn’t have to do anything. When I finished the group assignment I talked to the teacher and stated that this was not the first time she had told me I was unfit at my workload. There was a reason that no one wanted to work with her and that I always ended up in her group. Manly, because I don’t know how to asked if I could join other groups. So I am usually the odd one out. Put into groups people least want to be in. Then my case manger talked to me and I never had to work with her again. Even if the teacher asked me to. I felt horrible for having to do that to her. It made me question my group work.
So the teacher put me in a group were the members were scared to dissect anything. We had to dissect the lamb’s heart and all I could think of was wool. I did it pretending to be a scientist, while the members were telling me to be careful.
REPORT ABUSEYes, I have to touch everything that looks soft at the store. The best stores out there are yarn stores. Tons of yarn to touch. Like the mink yarn, even though I cannot afford the yarn doesn’t mean I can’t touch it. The problem is the yarn stores tend to make me feel overwhelm. Then there are the press me button toys. I have to press them and walk away slowly after they go off (wasn’t me). 😳
Knitted items are the worse, because I knit. So I am examine the item and asking questions most people don’t know. ‘What type of yarn did you use?’, ‘How long did it take?’, ‘It is so soft!’
REPORT ABUSEI got angry at Facebook. Okay, it was my friends. For some odd known reason I decided to try Facebook. Part of me thought it was going to end badly and it did. My friends tagged me in pictures. I didn’t want to be tagged. It was mostly parties were drinking took place. You see me taking care of the group of people, or me cleaning up the mess. It drove me nuts with the beer bottles and bottles all a round the place. It was also campus housing and sometimes I had issues with the way they did things.
So I took it down and never went back. Even though a bunch of my friends are trying to pressure me into the Facebook. Just because we are not on campus doesn’t mean I want to be tagged. No pictures of me! Never really saw the point anyway.
Then closing the stupid account took about two hours. Then they have the nerve to ask, “Are you sure you want to close your account?” I think I was sure an hour ago, but let me think… Yes, I am now let me****quit******Facebook. ****’n, ****, and go to hell.
REPORT ABUSENo-dopamine I did do a log in college, because of a class. Hated the class. We had to write down our dreams and do it right when we woke up. It was so hard. When the dream ended I would wake up. The professor mentioned on the paper that I seemed to have too many dreams. She should try writing them down. Haven’t really talked to anyone because I never thought of it as a problem. As long as I can remember; that has been my sleeping pattern. Even my parents told me stories of how I would wake up at 3 in the morning wanting to play. It worked in college. I would wake up remembering I had to write a paper and worked on it at 3, turn it in, and normally got a B.
REPORT ABUSEI am a morning person. Afternoons are hard. At night I cannot function past 10. Even though I try, then will wake up at midnight go back to sleep, wake up at 2 or 3 go back to sleep, and wake up at 4,5, or 6 and stay awake.
REPORT ABUSEI am antsy today.
REPORT ABUSEGood, but now I am tired. Yet I don’t want to go to bed.
REPORT ABUSEI think I did the brain game in a study. Did not work for me. Instead, it made me more upset and frustrated that I would stop and forget about.
REPORT ABUSEI am normally hot, but at night I am always cold. Last night the blankets covered my head and I was still cold.
REPORT ABUSE@ADHDS sister For socializing I did clubs. It helps because, there is no “weird what to talk about now” or “you’re talking too much please stop”. We meet, talk about the issues, and leave.
REPORT ABUSEJanuary 12, 2012 at 2:48 pm in reply to: I am a 23 year old female just found out and my boyfriend wont understand #111210The talking loud and a lot brought back memories, and I still talk loud and a lot. Don’t mean to but do. Once I realize I am talking too loud I try to tone it down a notch. Doesn’t always work.
I hate driving. Do yell at the people who are driving terribly. Got into a car accident a week ago on Wes. It wasn’t my fault. The lady who hit me. After I asked if she was okay, she kept on saying it was my fault and I didn’t see her. No, I saw her when she hit my car. Her car was drivable and my towed. What does that tell you? Luck was on my side, because I saw lights from a police car and let them handle her.
As for anger, rage, and other emotions. I have found to work for me was knitting, writing, fishing, and boxing. I also enjoy kickboxing. Although I got hit with the bag a few times. I am telling you that bag fights back. I forgot to put yoga on the list, but I just like the relaxing part. I learned how to relax.
By the way I am 24-years-old.
REPORT ABUSEJanuary 11, 2012 at 12:54 am in reply to: Can anxiety from ADHD wake you up in the middle of night with sweats and nausea? #97925Larynxa I had bunch of dreams about graduating with my BA (liberal studies)
1) (Most common) My name is announced at the graduation and I am dead.
2) Was in college until the age of 103 and died.
3) Met a young man in college and he shoot me. In a college shooting, because I had no time to date him. In the dream college shootings happened once everyday.
4) Walked to my last final and hit by a semi/car/boat then died. In coma and died because of shock.
5) Found out there was a mistake and would take two more years to complete with summer school.
6) Woke up as a freshman and missed a week of class.
7) Was not in college but on an island dreaming about college with monkeys, and no one was around. I don’t know how I got on the island, or why there were only monkeys and trees. The coconuts were good, even if I don’t like coconuts.
Lost everything and could not afford to graduate.9) died of swine flu (I did have swine flu at the time)
10) The end of the world happened.
11) The college shut down and could not give me my degree, could not afford the graduation.
12) Lived in the college forever, because I didn’t want to leave
13) Found out I died and was a ghost
14) Spoke French, Spanish, Irish Gaelic, and every language but English, and could not understand anyone or the fact I graduated.
15) Canceled graduation because of a terrorist attack.
After graduation–no more nightmares. Oh, and I talked with a professional about these dreams.
REPORT ABUSEJanuary 10, 2012 at 5:02 pm in reply to: Can anxiety from ADHD wake you up in the middle of night with sweats and nausea? #97922stacl_face I remember when I was young that I had nightmares. At the age of seven my dad let me watch the Chucky movies. You know the doll that kills people. He didn’t realize that I had dolls in my room, which made me think of Chucky. So I moved the dolls in my closet were the supposed closet monster lived. He likes to eat my toys and clothes. That was what I thought, because I would lose things.
Then I had nightmares. Normally, about forgetting to do my homework. A witch would take the form of my teacher and eat all the kids that didn’t do their homework. She sometimes would start shooting at me in my dreams.
Another dream was about the toilette. Someone put bombs in the toilette so if you went you would die. Worse, they were in all the worlds. If you flushed the toilette before you went you might be okay. So I did a lot of flushing and my parents started wondering what was going on with the flushed toilettes, because I didn’t just flush one toilettes but all the toilettes in the house.
Some of my others were getting kidnapped, someone killing me during a musical performance, running away from some sick and twisted man, getting adducted by aliens, getting killed by ghosts, eat the blue M&Ns last and you would get good luck; eat the blue M&NS first and you would die, and my favorite vampire zombies. Vampire zombies drink blood from your brain.
I knew for the most part that was just bad dreams.
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