Foghat
09-13-06, 12:33 PM
My older brother by two years (32), was diagnosed with ADD as a child but didn't take well to rittalin. He definately has ADD but he hasn't undergone any treatment since shortly after he was diagnosed.
While he was always known as hyper, dyslexic, pestering, and "slow" in school, I was always considered the "Smart Lazy" one. I always made A's and B's while barely cracking a book while he agonized over his homework. He really tried hard to get good grades in school while I never worried about it.
My sailing through school was never really a problem until, in the 7th grade, my mother got invited to a parent teacher conference. She was surprised and not very happy that I had not turned in 36 homework assignments in one semester (Pre-algebra). I ended up getting a D in that class and it was the last D I got in high school. She and an apple tree made sure that my homework was done as assigned, for a couple of years anyways.
In school, I got along with most everyone, but I was always unprepared. I was always borrowing pencils, pens, paper, and homework asignments. I was constantly late and consistantly without an excuse. I never learned the things most people know as a matter of course: Things such as, how many days are in a given month (I still don't know), and what days holidays fall on (most of these I know now). I never intentionally decided not to do my homework, time was my enemy. There was always plenty, until there wasn't enough. It was (and still is) like it wasn't real if it wasn't happening right then. I'll worry about it later right? I'd always make a mental note... and then forget where I put it:p.
I never thought there was a problem... Until I joined the Army. I made it through basic training and electronics school ok, but I struggled as hard as my brother did in highschool. It's one thing to get diciplined by your mother but a drill seargent has a way of making it more memorable. This is where I learned to cope with my "mental handicap". And at this time I had no idea there was even anything wrong with me. I just kept smacking myself in the forehead and asking "why can't I remember". I was always the person that had no idea what was going on. It was like my "email" was broke and I "never got the memo" constantly.
After the Army (yes I made it through my enlistment), I got a job at a warehouse and made my first attempt at college. It didn't go well. I made plans to study, I bought an "assignment notebook", I went to class. My grades were good, but I still couldn't keep up with what was going on. I had no concept of time management. I was working nites at the warehouse 40hrs per week and taking a 12hr load. If college were tests, I'd have a Phd. The schoolwork wasn't too much, even with work, but I just couldn't make myself do or prepare for assignments.
When I was studying, it was always like I was having an out of body experience. My body was in front of the book but it was like my mind was always trying to tug my attention elsewhere. If you look at the tip of a pencil and try to concentrate just on the tip, everything in the periphery intrudes. Now... Give me something I'm interested in and the Big Bang couldn't pull me away... no, that's a bad analogy, the Big Bang is very interesting to me.
At work I have two modes... Slow and Go... and if i'm in Go... Stay out of my way. If you talk to me while I'm in go, be prepared to be rebuffed. I won't be thinking about what you are talking to me about... but how much time you're taking out of my production. If I'm in slow, then I didn't want to go to sleep when I got home from work last nite and I hit stumbleupon too many times and couldn't make myself go to bed. When I got into bed, I couldn't quit thinking about that new gizmo or technology I just read about and how it could revolutionize the world as we know it.
Anyways: the other day I was sitting in front of my computer and wondering what was wrong with me, and I search the web for foggy brain and got a hit about bpd. So I searched for bpd, and after reading for about 30 minutes I decide that bpd isn't me because I'm never depressed. So I check out hypomania... and for about an hour I thought that was me... till I decide that while a lot of the symptoms fit, hypomania is not a lifetime "illness". But hypomania intriged me so I kept reading about it until I came across a page about hypomania and ADD. When I saw the page about ADD it clicked that I might have a milder version of what my brother has. So I started reading about ADD.:eek:
I can't tell you what a relief it is to know that there is a name for what I (think) I have. While I have not been diagnosed by a doctor, I have been searching the web every free second I've had since the "epiphany" and I am making an appointment today. After reading about all the other things that can cause ADD like symptoms, I'm going to have my doctor to test for anything that he can think of before he puts me on meds.
This is who I am.
-I'm intelligent.
-I'm forgetful.
-I know a little about almost everything. (just enough to be dangerous)
-I learn very quickly things I'm interested in.
-I read very fast but retain little. (if I'm interested enough I remember everything but the statistics)
-When I look at something, I always wonder why it was designed the way it was and improve it in my mind.
-I've always wanted to be a writer and I make up stories in my head all the time but am daunted by an empty page.
-I have drawings of several inventions on paper but I have never and probably will never do anything with them.
-I'm not hyper.
-I'm never depressed, but I cry easily. (The national anthem, sacrifice, seeing a grown man cry, Taps, or lost internet connectivity)
-My favorite saying is "I'm sorry, what were you saying before I cut you off?"
-My second favorite saying is (after expounding on a newfound interest) "you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" (I sometimes think I give other people ADD)
-Caffine makes me feel somewhat normal in high doses(a ten cup pot)... but I can't drink it after 1am (night shifter), or very often or it doesn't work at all.
-my credit cards are all but maxxed out to the tune of $1/4 of what my house is worth, or half of what I make a year.
-my back yard hasn't been mowed in a over a year.
-my front yard needs mowing now.
-my trash is full.
-I have piles of mail all over my house. (some dating to 2002)
-I expected to be a millionaire by now.
-I expect to be a millionaire 5 years from now.
-I can, with extreme difficulty, speak in front of a crowd
-The last time I spoke in front of a crowd, my resting heart rate was 60bpm, my speaking heart rate was 140bpm.
I know not all of these things are symptoms of ADD but I'm hoping someone here can give me insight in what to ask or tell my doctor when I go. I've read some of the stickies and, as my doctor is getting on in age, he might not be up to date on ADD. I don't particularly wish to change doctors after almost 8 years, but I'll do what I feel right in the end. If he can't fix me... then I have to have hope that there is a doctor out there that can.
Ok... thanks for reading this extremely long post and I do apollogize for the length. I sincerely hope that I do have ADD or something that at least makes sense. I'm coping with life now but I just feel it's somehow supposed to be easier.
While he was always known as hyper, dyslexic, pestering, and "slow" in school, I was always considered the "Smart Lazy" one. I always made A's and B's while barely cracking a book while he agonized over his homework. He really tried hard to get good grades in school while I never worried about it.
My sailing through school was never really a problem until, in the 7th grade, my mother got invited to a parent teacher conference. She was surprised and not very happy that I had not turned in 36 homework assignments in one semester (Pre-algebra). I ended up getting a D in that class and it was the last D I got in high school. She and an apple tree made sure that my homework was done as assigned, for a couple of years anyways.
In school, I got along with most everyone, but I was always unprepared. I was always borrowing pencils, pens, paper, and homework asignments. I was constantly late and consistantly without an excuse. I never learned the things most people know as a matter of course: Things such as, how many days are in a given month (I still don't know), and what days holidays fall on (most of these I know now). I never intentionally decided not to do my homework, time was my enemy. There was always plenty, until there wasn't enough. It was (and still is) like it wasn't real if it wasn't happening right then. I'll worry about it later right? I'd always make a mental note... and then forget where I put it:p.
I never thought there was a problem... Until I joined the Army. I made it through basic training and electronics school ok, but I struggled as hard as my brother did in highschool. It's one thing to get diciplined by your mother but a drill seargent has a way of making it more memorable. This is where I learned to cope with my "mental handicap". And at this time I had no idea there was even anything wrong with me. I just kept smacking myself in the forehead and asking "why can't I remember". I was always the person that had no idea what was going on. It was like my "email" was broke and I "never got the memo" constantly.
After the Army (yes I made it through my enlistment), I got a job at a warehouse and made my first attempt at college. It didn't go well. I made plans to study, I bought an "assignment notebook", I went to class. My grades were good, but I still couldn't keep up with what was going on. I had no concept of time management. I was working nites at the warehouse 40hrs per week and taking a 12hr load. If college were tests, I'd have a Phd. The schoolwork wasn't too much, even with work, but I just couldn't make myself do or prepare for assignments.
When I was studying, it was always like I was having an out of body experience. My body was in front of the book but it was like my mind was always trying to tug my attention elsewhere. If you look at the tip of a pencil and try to concentrate just on the tip, everything in the periphery intrudes. Now... Give me something I'm interested in and the Big Bang couldn't pull me away... no, that's a bad analogy, the Big Bang is very interesting to me.
At work I have two modes... Slow and Go... and if i'm in Go... Stay out of my way. If you talk to me while I'm in go, be prepared to be rebuffed. I won't be thinking about what you are talking to me about... but how much time you're taking out of my production. If I'm in slow, then I didn't want to go to sleep when I got home from work last nite and I hit stumbleupon too many times and couldn't make myself go to bed. When I got into bed, I couldn't quit thinking about that new gizmo or technology I just read about and how it could revolutionize the world as we know it.
Anyways: the other day I was sitting in front of my computer and wondering what was wrong with me, and I search the web for foggy brain and got a hit about bpd. So I searched for bpd, and after reading for about 30 minutes I decide that bpd isn't me because I'm never depressed. So I check out hypomania... and for about an hour I thought that was me... till I decide that while a lot of the symptoms fit, hypomania is not a lifetime "illness". But hypomania intriged me so I kept reading about it until I came across a page about hypomania and ADD. When I saw the page about ADD it clicked that I might have a milder version of what my brother has. So I started reading about ADD.:eek:
I can't tell you what a relief it is to know that there is a name for what I (think) I have. While I have not been diagnosed by a doctor, I have been searching the web every free second I've had since the "epiphany" and I am making an appointment today. After reading about all the other things that can cause ADD like symptoms, I'm going to have my doctor to test for anything that he can think of before he puts me on meds.
This is who I am.
-I'm intelligent.
-I'm forgetful.
-I know a little about almost everything. (just enough to be dangerous)
-I learn very quickly things I'm interested in.
-I read very fast but retain little. (if I'm interested enough I remember everything but the statistics)
-When I look at something, I always wonder why it was designed the way it was and improve it in my mind.
-I've always wanted to be a writer and I make up stories in my head all the time but am daunted by an empty page.
-I have drawings of several inventions on paper but I have never and probably will never do anything with them.
-I'm not hyper.
-I'm never depressed, but I cry easily. (The national anthem, sacrifice, seeing a grown man cry, Taps, or lost internet connectivity)
-My favorite saying is "I'm sorry, what were you saying before I cut you off?"
-My second favorite saying is (after expounding on a newfound interest) "you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" (I sometimes think I give other people ADD)
-Caffine makes me feel somewhat normal in high doses(a ten cup pot)... but I can't drink it after 1am (night shifter), or very often or it doesn't work at all.
-my credit cards are all but maxxed out to the tune of $1/4 of what my house is worth, or half of what I make a year.
-my back yard hasn't been mowed in a over a year.
-my front yard needs mowing now.
-my trash is full.
-I have piles of mail all over my house. (some dating to 2002)
-I expected to be a millionaire by now.
-I expect to be a millionaire 5 years from now.
-I can, with extreme difficulty, speak in front of a crowd
-The last time I spoke in front of a crowd, my resting heart rate was 60bpm, my speaking heart rate was 140bpm.
I know not all of these things are symptoms of ADD but I'm hoping someone here can give me insight in what to ask or tell my doctor when I go. I've read some of the stickies and, as my doctor is getting on in age, he might not be up to date on ADD. I don't particularly wish to change doctors after almost 8 years, but I'll do what I feel right in the end. If he can't fix me... then I have to have hope that there is a doctor out there that can.
Ok... thanks for reading this extremely long post and I do apollogize for the length. I sincerely hope that I do have ADD or something that at least makes sense. I'm coping with life now but I just feel it's somehow supposed to be easier.