Adult ADHD
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By totallyaddauthorIt might just be in my imagination. A lot of things are.
But I’m starting to wonder, is my ADHD seasonal? Do the symptoms abate in the warm, long days of summer? Then grow worse during February’s cold, grey?
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| Women & ADD/ADHD
By Sari Solden, MSIn our new book, A Radical Guide for Women with ADHD (New Harbinger, July, 2019) my co-author Michelle Frank,Psy.D and I set out to change the conversation among women. We also wanted to address helping professionals across domains about how to approach the complexities of women and men with executive function challenges.
Women & ADD/ADHD
By Dr. Sarah CheyetteWinning with ADHD describes how to remove some of these rocks from your backpack so we can perform at our personal best. So what does it take to lighten the load?
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By Candace Taylor, B.Sc. B.Ed. ACGHow 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.
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By Team TotallyADDYour 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.
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By Laura MacNiven, M. Ed.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.
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By Candace Taylor, B.Sc. B.Ed. ACGBy 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…