Jacque
10-02-03, 12:57 AM
(Okay, I'm going to try my best to make this as linear as possible, as I have this tendency to not be organized with my thoughts...(sigh)...)
Hello hello, my name is Jacqueline. My "official" diagnosis is mild-to-moderate ADD Type II (inattentive?), which gets more severe as my stress levels get higher. I got this diagnosis almost a year ago, and I'm still trying to sort out the truth in it. (Should I be bothering with that? i dunno...) I'm currently not on any meds, though I'm seriously considering it due to my re-entry into higher education, which is the main source of my stress.
As much as I wish I didn't have this condition, it becomes more and more apparent every single day that more often than not, this is NOT in my head. And then while I was @ work a few weeks ago looking for something totally not this-site, I almost started crying at my desk reading other people's stories...YOU GUYS TOOK THE WORDS OUT OF MY MOUTH...and the thoughts out of my head that I didn't have words for!
Um, so anyway...long story short: I delurked w/ a quickness because if my story and insight helps someone else to not feel so alone because their culture/"world" is in denial of this condition, then my pain is not in vain (corny rhyme, I know). Plus I can't ask for help if I'm just hiding, right?
I just cut out a bunch of what I'd written because I realized I have lots of time to tell my story...so see ya on the boards! =)
Hello hello, my name is Jacqueline. My "official" diagnosis is mild-to-moderate ADD Type II (inattentive?), which gets more severe as my stress levels get higher. I got this diagnosis almost a year ago, and I'm still trying to sort out the truth in it. (Should I be bothering with that? i dunno...) I'm currently not on any meds, though I'm seriously considering it due to my re-entry into higher education, which is the main source of my stress.
As much as I wish I didn't have this condition, it becomes more and more apparent every single day that more often than not, this is NOT in my head. And then while I was @ work a few weeks ago looking for something totally not this-site, I almost started crying at my desk reading other people's stories...YOU GUYS TOOK THE WORDS OUT OF MY MOUTH...and the thoughts out of my head that I didn't have words for!
Um, so anyway...long story short: I delurked w/ a quickness because if my story and insight helps someone else to not feel so alone because their culture/"world" is in denial of this condition, then my pain is not in vain (corny rhyme, I know). Plus I can't ask for help if I'm just hiding, right?
I just cut out a bunch of what I'd written because I realized I have lots of time to tell my story...so see ya on the boards! =)