Yes, I am. I feel for others. I empathize and I worry.
But what I mean is that other sensitivity that plagues us ADHDers. The one that makes us nuts when we get dressed. The one that has us tearing off our clothes as we walk in the front door. Okay, not the one that has us tearing off our clothes and the clothes of someone else as we walk in the front door, although we have that too, don’t we? View full article »
Today started out dark. No, I don’t mean a lack of light. I’m not talking about cloud cover, I’m talking about mood.
It’s hot here in South-western Ontario, and the heat is affecting my sleep. My body is in pain and that pain adds to my distractions. The heat and the pain together combine to negate, to a great extent, the effect of my medication. View full article »
I’m not out. Well, okay, I’m out here on my blog, and many people know I’m a person with ADHD, but I don’t wear it on my shirt.
Oh, you’ve seen that picture of me with the shirt? In my defence, I bought it ’cause the designer is my friend. And I took the picture for her to use on her website. Yes, I’ve put it up here on my own site … okay, okay, yes, I love wearing that shirt. View full article »
There is no end to the paradoxes (paradoxi?) that permeate ADHD. Hyper-focus vs lack of focus, being a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) vs being highly self centred, being a creative problem solver vs being a creative problem creator …
My paradox for today is what goes on when I have something important to do. I have the energy, the desire to work, but no way of getting down to it. View full article »
Hey, Tao Of Taylor is closed. Okay, not closed, but unable to post. Well, okay again, this is a post, but it isn’t really. This is me explaining why I haven’t written a post for today and telling you that I don’t hold out much hope for Friday’s post either … but you never know.
You see, a lot of stuff is going on here. I’m writing a book, as you know if you’re one of my followers. And I’m trying to get that out without actually letting it impact my usual activities. View full article »
Prologue: This was written a week ago. I had second thoughts about publishing it. Today, I want it to be read.
We ADHDers need friends. I’m not talking about someone to turn to when our car is broken down or when we need someone to pick up our mail while we’re out of town, although those kinds of things are important.
I’m talking about friends who understand when we screw up, people who don’t say “Why did you do that?” or “What were you thinking?” or “How could you be so stupid?” View full article »
“Your life is never going to be the same!”
These words rang through my house not too long ago. I didn’t say them, it was the idiot box.
But they rang through my memory also.
It wasn’t a commercial, no big voice extolling the virtues of any wonder-cream, it was a judge on some reality show.
I hate reality TV. Or at least I hate the kind where people in contrived situations with made up rules are forced to interact in pursuit of big bucks … wait, isn’t that hockey? View full article »
Look who I met ...
A couple of weeks ago I attended a thank-you breakfast put on by the Canadian Cancer Society. They were thanking sponsors, volunteers and participants (of which I am one) for the roles they played in the Cops For Cancer Shave Off.
During the breakfast a Canadian Cancer Society representative spoke. She was a well spoken woman whose job was to liaise with researchers questing for cures for cancer. View full article »
ADHD is the same in Canada as anywhere else. We self-medicate until, and sometimes long after, we are diagnosed. If your stimulant of choice is alcohol and you like to drive, you’ve got problems.
In Canada, peace officers (police personnel) are allowed to stop and search a vehicle, and question the driver, if they have reasonable cause. This is part of a trade off we make to be able to drive on streets reasonably free of drivers under the influence of drugs or alcohol. View full article »
I swear people purposely distract me to keep me from noticing. Many things just slip past without my knowledge. I don’t find out ‘til they’re over. View full article »
