When my son was about three and regularly going beserk, I Googled his behaviour and came across the term ADHD. My husband and I read the diagnostic criteria, nodding and ‘hmm-ing’ at how similar it was to our little firebrand and then my man said something that was to change my life – ‘That’s you that is,’ he said.
Although, it turns out, without the hyper bit. I’m just talented at day-dreaming…. Like when I had to fly home from my family holiday in France to potentially ‘say goodbye’ to my mum. I managed the trip by thinking about lipstick. Matt lipstick, mainly. Principally, it meant I didn’t cry in public, and that’s good. I’m an ugly crier.
Well, she survived and I continued to muddle along, not really achieving what I wanted to achieve.
Hyper focus can be an ADHD skill and this blog is all about the ups and downs of life as a differently wired person. Hyperfocus can also be a massive hindrance, partlicularly if say, I was thinking about matte lipstick in a job interview for example. Whilst ADDer’s have some great skills and talents, but we do also get bored. Everso, everso BORED.
I’m an anomaly. I’ve also got to 47 and not got sectioned, arrested or committed suicide, which is popular in my family. I sought diagnosis for many reasons. One, because I believe my son has the same set of traits – some brilliant, some unhelpful. I wanted to go through the process before him – he’s 10. Another because as an optimist, I’m hoping a diagnosis will help me finally meet my potential – something my teachers warned would never happen right from the age of 5 unless I ‘learned to concentrate’ and ‘got organised’.
I’d like to share my diagnostic story with you and maybe his.