what a year!

what a relief

I always knew that it was an issue, I just had no idea how big an issue it was.

Fifty years. It only took fifty years before I was formally diagnosed with ADHD. As a child they called me Spaz! Impulse control for me was akin to wresting a bull that was being castrated by a lackadaisical rat - violent, unpredictable and at times explosive beyond belief.

No, I was not those ways too people. I had adapted to have ways of swallowing the explosions, something something hoisting own petard something something.

It’s been a year now that I’ve actually really looked into the full implications and the extent to which a certain very specific set of neurological differences has had predictable impacts on my life.

That’s the ADHD thing.

I still hate to type it. I bring it up from time to time here but I really hate to talk about it. You see, I want to be normal. This weird way? This ADHD? This is normal for me.

And?

The symptom and reporting data seems to indicate that I walk talk and quack like a duck …