Tag: ADHD

Living Without The Constant Check: Navigating Technology Guilt

I’m not sure when “being connected” became something I needed and, ultimately, dreaded. In retirement, my days begin with my being immersed in my phone looking at email, social media, my bank account, investments, and local news. (Did I take my morning medication? Maybe, maybe not.) I think the habit of “checking in” with media began back in the early 2000’s when I commuted into New York City each day – about 2.5 hours from my house to my desk, door-to-door – with watching the news. I got the weather forecast, city news, commuting information, and everything I needed to decide if this was the day I needed to stay home. The was before mobile phones had internet. I was always hoping and looking for happiness in staying home, snug in my bed, which became overwhelming and very tempting. Everyday, I’d have coffee with Maurice DuBois, the news anchor, who would inform me of everything I thought I needed to know. Then, I’d tell myself to get to the office as I needed to support my family. THIS was my single motivating factor for working. (I did not realize this until retirement and at a significant personal cost.)

Fast forward a few years with the advancement of technology. My phone became my pocket assistant, reminding me of everything I wanted to do and usually failed at: To do lists, appointments, calendar notes, texts, goals – you name it, I berated myself for not being one of those people who could walk, talk, text, and laugh all at the same time. The tool I had in my hand was so powerful that I knew, one day, it w/could be my personal assistant…and THIS would be when I finally would be happy. Life would be coordinated into this little device and would finally give me a sense of peace. Fulfillment. Happiness.

<Sigh.> Just WHAT was I thinking about here anyway. Today, I consider this way of thinking as looping between searching and living. Yet, it took me many years to figure this out (ergo “looping”). Sometimes, we are searching for something in our living within the phone – or not. I do think people have varying degrees of engagement with technology depending on many psychological factors. For me, my identity shifting became wrapped up in my phone. And, this shift is just not as simple as leaving the phone in another room. No – the shift needs to be in my mindset and how I see the phone as a tool. This is a struggle I have each day because I fall back into old patterns as I am still working on replacing these patterns with better habits. I haven’t found them just as yet and have realized that the habits will find me when my timing is right – for me.

Life is about timing and phases, and understanding that each of these will change without me needed to DO or BE anything. My job these days is to notice how I’m feeling and adapt. Yep. Whatever “adapt” means to me – at that time. All of my life, I have fought against the current to build these muscles because I thought that was my job in this life as a human. Being different. Being unique. Making a big difference. I find myself tired – truly tired – of fighting against the current. I’m desiring a bit of meandering, finding my flow, and just being easy. With myself. With others. Having no agenda. Maybe this should be my New Year’s resolution: No Agenda, No Plan. And, Breathe.

Is this too easy? Hell no. As a recovering overachiever, doing nothing is still something. With my ADHD, I can always have my body sit still. OK, maybe my foot is tapping and I’m banging my finger on my leg – still for ME. My mind, however, is doing back flips and intricate problem solving that I’m totally unaware of until I blurt out some random sentence and realize I’ve had this whole conversation with myself in the middle of another conversation – WITH PEOPLE! Yet, I am a serial procrastinator as I know what I need to do and cannot make myself do this thing. This is when I realized my procrastination wasn’t an identity. It is a RESPONSE – and usually with an emotional tie. What is the procrastination telling me? Depends on each situation. I did decide that having the label was not fair to myself so I’m working on removing this label from my sense of self. I realized that I am someone who cannot make myself do something I don’t want to do without a SIGNIFICANT toll on my mental health. This is the ADHD impact. And, I’ve routinely told myself vile and hurtful things as a type of motivation….that isn’t. There are repercussions to this way of motivation that I’m currently unpacking – in my own time.

No Agenda, No Plan, Breathe. Good resolutions.

Happy New Year!

Presence Over Perfection: Living in the Moment

“Life is the dancer and you are the dance.” Eckhart Tolle (2006)

I’ve long been fond of all types of music. As a young teen, I played an instrument in the band. Later, as a an aspiring adult, I found guitar solos and interesting drum cadences calling me to a new genre of music. Then, I began the jazz period, country period, metal, and back to plain “rock and roll”. Life is a patchwork of experience, from the dizzying beat of disco to the guitar licks of L.A. Guns which are still making great music. I grew up with this energy of being ‘with’ the band throughout all of these periods.

I began to want to capture my experiences on film or, rather, media card. Why? (Because the person next to me what also filming.) What level of distraction do I need to enjoy what is in front of me? (You ADHD folks know what I’m talking about here – the distraction for focusing.) What will I be doing with the video? Will I EVEN watch it again? (No answers both questions.) So why am I even trying to fuss with an electronic device, argue with people about being distracting, making my party angry because they cannot enjoy the show, and I take away NOTHING.

I then asked myself this question: What if I put my electronic device away (pocket, purse, lake – does not matter) and ENJOYED the show? Or, an even bigger question to answer: Why am I trying to capture the event on film instead of ‘feeling’ the event and experiencing this through my senses that are NOT tied to a mobile device? (Probably because I want to create a cherished memory of the event. Isn’t the memory better when experienced versus filming? A good point of debate for just what is cherished is to the individual, isn’t it.)

Bruno Mars has the right of it. This article discusses this from the artist’s point of view. There is disagreement here because some do need a physical memory of the event. To that argument, I respond that you will never capture the feelings you feel in the moment through the lens of your phone’s camera. I would argue that a physical representation of an ‘energetic’ event like a performance (concert, play, movie, etc.) is a poor substitute for the actually feeling the experience. Are we attending as a status update to our social media accounts or are you truly there to enjoy your evening? Perhaps its one’s motivation – or their why – that is at question here?

When we cease to truly feel our moments, we become more automatic and the feelings can be confusing and jumbled. These are habits – yes, habits – that can be compounded on over the years to create a monolith of meaning in their silence. I enjoy life so much more when my phone is not in my hand. I’m already naturally distracted by my ADHD. The phone offers additional distraction that is both comforting and very scary. Try leaving your phone in your bag or pocket and see what being in the moment feels like.

I almost forgot about the wonder of the world.

Peace.

Lessons from Adversity

In life, we can have easier roads and those that are more challenging. What I’m realizing is that, just because the journey is a challenge, doesn’t mean that one shouldn’t travel down said road. If we can put our emotions aside during those challenging times and focus on moving through and past whatever “it” is, do we always just move past without learning anything? Isn’t that what life truly is? A journey of learning? What happens when I just sit in the situation to observe it while, simultaneously, not rushing to fix the situation? Hmm.

Right now, my husband and I are caring for our aging dog, Toby. He will be 16 next month and, for a dog of his size, he has been on borrowed time for a few years. Toby, however, has a genetic condition that has made his care extremely precarious and, at times, very costly. Yet, Toby handles this all with the same cute face and attitude. Watching how he navigates what only can be said is a very confusing time for him has taught me so much about myself. What I would have lost had I not just sat during these times – as uncomfortable as they are – just to see how I could grow from the experience. Don’t opportunities for growth come out of ALL experiences? Can I make a difficult time be a welcome opportunity for growth just like happy times are welcome? In the difficult and challenging situations, we just may not realize that we are growing until the situation has passed because the feeling is not desired. We are so worked up about the emotions of the situation that we don’t see our own potential for growth through the challenge.

I don’t know about you but I really like a happy moment better than a moment that involves cleaning up bio messes! There is no glory in this level of care. No rewards from your co-workers. No “Atta Girl!” for standing outside with Toby at 2AM while he pretends to do his business. (Oh, I’m on to him!) All of these “chores” are handled quietly and within a certain dignity and respect. I started to view the aging process a bit differently in trying to gauge my emotions over my failing and devoted canine companion. Aging can be viewed as a necessity of living or the acquisition of a greater amount of knowledge of the world and myself. Personally, I like the latter way of thinking because one is truly more mindful than the other and it is this – mindfulness – that I’m striving to perfect.

Mindfulness is a broad term so let me explain the context. I have found that, in my ADHD journey, I thrive on mental stimulation as my brain loves to turn over ideas and creations. (One of my reasons for sharing so many crafting project ideas!) This stimulation can be driven both internally – like me – and externally. The external stimulation is much more nuanced in that we really believe we have a choice of just how much external “noise” we will allow. The “noise” isn’t always loud and in your face. The quiet sound of the refrigerator motor or air conditioning is also stimulation. In a person with ADHD, these noises all jumble up and become really aggravating so I retreat internally to work on balancing these two sources. Or, when you are speaking to me and I get a far away look on my face, I have not been listening and even I never realized that fact until that moment. Many times, I have my “to do” list running in my head as you are speaking. No, not deliberately….well, mostly not deliberately. (LOL!) I’m just afraid I’ll forget something (cue Executive Function and ADHD) and haven’t taken the time to write this really important thing I’m going to forget into my notes or planner. (This also explains why I gravitate towards paper planners!) Or, in a moment of creative genius, I resolved whatever problem I had been tossing around in my head (for there is always thinking going on) and cannot execute on the idea because I’m talking to someone on the phone. Thinking I can be doing two things at once? The ultimate self-deception. Sure, I can do two things and each one gets a split of my attention that is available while I’m externally working and also thinking about cooking dinner. Nothing I work on gets my full attention and this deficit is really keenly felt. It gets into the over-stimulation of distraction.

This tendency to distraction rules my thinking almost exclusively which ramps up my over-stimulation. (Actually, I didn’t even realize this was “a thing” until watching this YouTuber who makes the most pleasing and calming videos. The idea of over stimulation was something I accepted in myself but did not understand.) With ADHD, there is now clarity for me as I’ve learned that I seek the stimulation as part of a hormonal surge that, once completed, leaves me feeling really high only to fall really low. Recently, I’ve been trying to be more artistic to balance my need for mental stimulation through creation and not thought. Or, trying to get myself out of my head. My morning routine involves some sort of technical connection (phone), and a really external focus (e.g., news, social media, cat videos, etc.). This morning, however, I decided to things differently because Toby needed my assistance. And, as a result, I’m now writing a blog post and doing something more creative than ‘doom scrolling’ arrest videos. It occurred to me that, by caring for my beloved pet, I actually was kinder to myself. WOW!

Yesterday, to test this theory, I handled my day as normal. However, whenever I had the urge to pick up my phone, I didn’t. I diverted my attention to something I had wanted to do but never had the time. (OK, it was vacuuming.) I felt so good about setting my bedroom up with a clean and fresh-smelling carpet (lavender oil) and would have missed this opportunity to feel good by watching another video of criminal lawyer reacts. (I do love me some Bruce Rivers!) Distraction is helpful for me to release some pressure; a fun vacation. Mindfulness – or managing my stimulation – is really helpful. Knowing that there is a difference? The WIN!

Peace.

Navigating ADHD and Depression: A Personal Journey

Good morning. It’s July 21, 2024, and just after 9AM in the morning. I’ve been up since 6AM, busily doing laundry, preparing meals for the day, reading, and meditating. Just a little bit of an “administrative” day: Grocery shopping, a baseball game, and spending some time in post-apocalyptic West Virginia in Fallout 76. It’s been almost six months since my last post and I thought to give a bit of an update on my ADHD journey.

My diagnosis was confirmed in February, with a little twist: Depression. ADHD has a few co-morbidity traits and one of these is depression. Many times, patients present with depression as I have in the past. What is important is that treatment include depression but also addresses the root cause – if one can be determined. Mismanaged ADHD can lead to depression. I’m being treated for depression yet the ADHD is still prevalent so I’ve begun working on managing my ADHD symptoms.

ADHD presents differently depending on your gender, age, and your particular symptoms. Not all ADHD is the same so one must really develop self-awareness. Some of the particular characteristics are here. My symptoms include: impulsivity, reliance on sugar for dopamine, time blindness, interrupting people, anxiety, over-sharing, people-pleasing, body-doubling, mirroring, and an overall restlessness that can equate to becoming bored. I have extreme hyper-focus yet must distract myself with physical tiredness to do tasks that I don’t want to do (e.g., write my school report, pay bills, etc.)

UPDATE: 9/27/24. Last month, I received my ADHD diagnosis and confirmation that my depression was a co-morbidity. Treat the co-morbidity without treating the source and I would be – once again – on the hamster wheel to diagnosis. Having this diagnosis – explaining that my personality ‘quirks’ are actually neurodivergence – is a bit startling. When a person believes themselves to be broken – for decades – and to find out that this “life” – or what I’ve made of my “life” – can be explained through physical differences between me and someone else is really, really disconcerting.

I’m not broken.

Just different.

Stopping my attempts to conform is now my goal so I can really cease the mental “Leroy” in me. I’m also seeing these qualities in others and understanding our differences has helped me to accept them…and myself. My tolerance (read=acceptance) of myself and others has really improved. The journey and catalyst are all subjects for their own telling.

I’m not broken.

Just different.

Peace.

An Unexpected Turn Brings Clarity

This is a blog post that will change everything for me. Sometimes, we have such a profound experience that the experience must create a new path or trajectory for our life. This is one of those moments that I’m sharing in the hopes that someone else impacted by this can obtain additional information and seek treatment. Here is my story thus far – more to come. And, this is a story of my own personal joy. Joy at having found an answers I didn’t understand I was seeking.

In the path of our lives, we realize certain personality quirks or traits that we accumulated or were taught through the observation and emulation of others’ behaviors. This can be a parental influence or some other authority figure which then creates a weight with us. Like “Mom must know, she is always right about these things” or “Dr. So-and-so said that blah, blah, blah….”. We take whatever that is and adapt it into our own traits in a type of maladaptive behavior without truly understanding. There is a cost to this which we pay in various ways which I’m realizing can eat at one’s own person/being. Bite by bite, the cost can be felt at various key moments yet they aren’t tied back to the original source of the issue but whatever is being reflected in that moment. We take the moment, process it, and move on but fail to consider another causality. Another possible reason.

I’ve been spending the past two weeks with my mind really cooking up a glorious buffet of possibility.  I’m letting my big brain run amok – giving it permission to ramble and meander through some of the mental dust I’ve gathered over the past five or so decades, and sift through the memories of what…well….was. I’m referring to my thinking as my “big brain” by design for I’m learning so much about how I think and the experiences from this journey. Learning from the past to change my present has always been one of my hallmark behaviors. This “lack of control” of my big brain is not my normal course but, frankly, I’m really tired. Exhausted. Tired of fighting my big brain. So, I’ve let the brain run amok, unfettered, like a horse which senses the freedom that running provides. My big brain is cascading over its retaining walls of controls that I have created over the course of my lifetime. My big brain is leading me on a variety of adventures and, you know what? My exhaustion is slowly fading with the understanding that this rambling is, for me, my normal behavior – and is OK. 

Wow. I’m OK. 

I’m doing this “big braining” on purpose – an experiment if you will – based on an “ah-ha” moment of realization….the realization that my brain may not work the same as other’s brains. Or, my “Eureka!” moment finally arrived.

My husband and I were having a tired argument of my not listening to him. I say it is tired because he always has the same complaint and my answer to him was always that I am listening to him I just can’t process what he is saying as I miss parts in my head. I cannot imagine how frustrating that may feel for him – you’ll note here that HE is my first concern, not me. (I’m a classic people pleaser.) This time, I decided to Google the terms relating to why I miss what someone says either the beginning or the ending of their statements. (I find I lose my train of thought with most people so this is not a husband/wife thing. In leadership training, this was a problem for me as well.) Usually, I find a lot about active listening: how to listen, engage, and reflect to the individual. (This may be why I write a lot about communication in this blog?) I began to read again on active listening to find that “thing” I’m doing wrong, or not doing at all. This is my normal M.O.: Find out was is wrong and fix it. The data the Google search returned was not quite correct for my situation. Further refinement was made and – Holy Moley! – I got the shock of my life: ADHD? Naaaaaaahhhhh.

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder? Hyper? (WT proverbial F! GOOGLE! How stupid are you?) I’m not hyper and am carrying an extra 100 pounds on my frame to prove it. Yes, well, my brain is very hyperactive. Am I impulsive? No, not really…NOW. (Actually, in editing this, I must admit I am still impulsive but I’m selectively impulsive and my 100 lipsticks prove it!) I think we all have a bit of impulsiveness in us but, when the impulsivity leads us to bad situations, it becomes an issue. How about the time I spent $1,000 at 18 on skis and boots because I was going to become a downhill skier? Unfortunately, I ran out of money because I bought this all on my first credit card and used the entire credit line for the skis and boots. Bindings? Couldn’t afford them – and skis are useless without them. (Took me three years to pay that off.) My father used to joke with me that it would be cheaper for me to wash my clothing and not keep buying new. Most of the new clothes, however, would not fit long and were for a body that I did not have. I really spent money I didn’t have until I was on my own, hungry, with no money. I also got tired of ducking bill collectors. (Yes, that person was ME!) I really began to be able to save money when I met my husband who is a very good saver. My saving habit thus far had been involuntary 401K deductions for the idea of retirement and needing to fend for myself. I mirrored him on his spending and saving habits. And, because he was so good with money, I became better and began saving because I was saving for us….not just me anymore.

Mirroring is something I became very good at doing – naturally. I mirrored every boss I ever worked for until I found something that was off in them which created an issue in me. I would meltdown into goo and try to figure out what happened and how I can “fix” myself. I moved from California to New York without ever having been to New York. Why? My mentor, who I emulated, was not the person I thought and I needed a different mentor – and found a new one across the country. In this journey, however, I found I was never true to myself. I had no idea who I was, what I wanted in life for I wasn’t sure a choice was every presented. What was hammered into me at a very early age was that I am the only person who can take care of myself and that I needed to do whatever I could to ensure that I had a roof over my head, food on the table, and a bit of cash in the bank. Period.

Circle back to today. The ADHD possibility and my hyperfocused research in the area has stirred up some painful and long dormant memories that, when seen in an ADHD light, clearly show a pattern of an issue that would have been helped had I received proper treatment as a child. (I have family who will remain nameless who could be the poster child for ADHD and has not received ANY treatment.) My issue began at age 8 when, in fourth grade, I was caught cheating on my math homework. (I didn’t do the homework as it was boring.) I also could not organize the assignments because this teacher gave them out verbally and I did not have the ability to take this abstractly stated messaging into actionable steps; I needed help that I didn’t get. The year was 1971 and, if I wasn’t the kid running around in the class, I was not considered hyper even though my mind was out of control. I’ve since learned how to set up myself for success thinking I needed visual cues as I was a ‘visual learner’…and this path took many years of sheer grit. Using an external release ‘valve’ was also how I finally succeeded in college: On line. Lectures in college were torture – so much so that I’d rather have my teeth pulled out without anesthesia then to sit in a lecture about something I had little to no interest in. I’d fall asleep, snoring loudly. Or, I’d need to get up or would fidget by tapping my toes in my shoes. I learned that, in order to complete my college work, I would need to give into my desire to be physically active so I could distract myself and concentrate on the assignment. This physical work allowed my mind to tumble the paper and research so that I could write my paper…and always at the last minute. (I would set up strategies of how I could chunk out the tasks yet could not do what I knew would help me or make my project easier.) I also had the benefit of a clean house. (Yay for #smallwins!) I learned that I could also distract myself by eating – something salty and crunchy. The sound of the crunch and the tactileness of the salty chip allowed me to focus on reading. These worked for me and I had no idea that these are very typical of someone with ADHD.

The results of being caught cheating? I really don’t recall as I was not punished or spoken to and, up until this moment, it never occurred to be to ask why. My parents told me at that time that I was smart but lacking in social skills. (Or, I was immature – still am. LOL) I got the information correct but the teachers could not see my work. I was smart, but the details were way too confusing to me and I didn’t know how to express this. It felt like I was deficient. (I actually discovered the same trait in my professional career, too. TLDR (Too Long Didn’t Read) should be my initials.) I believe I may have been thought “willfull” in my lack of attention because I could be super-focused to the point of indistraction if I was interested…and, for heaven’s sake, don’t ever try and talk to me while having the television playing. I can guarantee you I will not be hearing you. I’ll see your mouth move, yes. I won’t, however, be able to process what you are saying to me. This has been my running joke: If you want to distract me, turn on the TV. In medical offices, I’ve learned to turn my back to the TV or I can zone out on HGTV.

What I also recall being discussed was my reading comprehension where the teacher would read and I would need to answer verbally-given questions. If she read something I liked, I was there. However, if the materials were boring or my head was particularly spacey that day, I would just go off into my own little world of dreams. The teacher became the “blah, blah, blah” so common in the Peanuts character shows. No one bothered to ask me because I was smart enough to cover this lack. I created little coping mechanisms throughout my years which helped me “deal”. I believe I was labled as “willful” and assigned special seats in class as a result of my coping. My parents were told that my problem was that THEY didn’t speak English to me at home. What I believe occured is that my parents were treated with unconscious bias because they spoke heavily accented German so my issues, my teachers surmised, were from their lack of language skills. 

What the teachers failed to “get” was that my parents DID NOT TEACH US GERMAN. Having lived through WWII Germany, they immigrated to the U.S. to give their family a better life…so they taught us English so we could be successful. My issue was that I was inattentive because my big brain couldn’t be managed – I did not yet possess those tools. I, too, blamed myself for my inability to focus but my focus – or lack of focus – was inconsistent. (That didn’t matter for this was and is still seen by me as a personal failure.) I could not make myself sit through things I thought were boring or uninteresting – even if I needed the class. I began working at 17 full time to compensate for my inability to sit in a classroom….and NO ONE NOTICED! I didn’t apply for college….had the applications but couldn’t organize them to figure things out. My IQ tested off the charts yet I went to Community College and flunked out as I could not sit in lectures and became very spacey with homework. 

The idea of ADHD brought back all of my life and things just began to click into place. All of my habits I’ve created to cope. All of my odd behaviors and the genus of these. My lack of attention let me believe I was a bad friend or partner. A personal failing or that I was a failure. I write about the really critical voice I named “Leroy” which is typical of one with ADHD. I had no idea and wrote of these things as if we all had them – and I was sharing information you may not have considered. The hypercritical thinking was diagnosed as depression, body dysmorphia, and Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). These may be true but there is another cause: Untreated ADHD. Yep. ALL OF IT CAN BE TIED TO THIS.

I’m seeing my doctor next week. If this is, in fact, the cause of my situation, I cannot imagine the profound difference being treated will make for me to just ease up a bit in my mind. To be able to gauge my current impact, I have begun to identify my various coping mechanisms and overthinking habits to cease them in an attempt to mentally rest. My appointment is in the afternoon and I’m considering cancelling my entire day so I don’t forget and can get there on time. This is classic ADHD behavior that, in the past, Leroy would have said I didn’t need to do that and would have corrected me. Now that Leroy is on vacation, I wonder what trouble I’m going to get into?

The moral of my story is this: Don’t rest until you get your answer and don’t judge when the answer is unexpected. This is where ADHD is a super power.

Peace.

Author’s edit: While reviewing this post, I’ve gotten up, used the restroom, put a load of laundry in the dryer, made another cup of coffee, and have returned to be able to focus. Yes, I already had laundry going when I began this post! If I’m not always simultaneously doing at least two things at once, I think I’m failing at life. Also, some progress. When I woke up this morning, I thought it was Monday and began to prepare for work. Concerned, I checked that a storm was coming in (Monday) and wondered who won the Super Bowl. ”Wasn’t that yesterday?” I thought. Hmmm….was a few moments before I realized that the game hadn’t been played as yet. Or, that it was really Sunday and not Monday. No Leroy to yell at me for getting this wrong and I’m OK just being me.