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bluegreen17 ([personal profile] bluegreen17) wrote2002-06-30 10:39 pm

you mean i'm not lazy stupid or crazy?

'But she won't understand
Why anyone would have to try
To walk a line when they could fly'

i commented the other day at work on the irony that all the a.d.d. books i had looked at were...boring. someone spoke up about one specifically focused on women,and so i picked it up to give it another chance and ended up buying it.

even though there is an a.d.d. book called 'you mean i'm not lazy,stupid or crazy' the one i bought is called 'women with attention deficit disorder' by sari solden.

'She's got so many ideas traveling around in her head...'

in my opinion,the term attention deficit disorder isn't quite accurate. basically,levels of attention are quite variable. sometimes there is intense focus which blocks everything else out (one theory i've read is that this is extreme compensation for having so much stimulation to process,which makes sense to me) and sometimes it is hard to focus because there is so much data being received. also i don't know if it is so much of a disorder as much as just a difference,one which which does not jive too well with the way western society is structured.

one thing that struck me in this book is that girls who have have a.d.d. can sometimes be daydreamy and spacey and at other times they are the 'tomboys'. ha ha. i had to laugh at that. i was definitely a tomboy. i attributed it to the fact that i was the second daughter and tried to be a boy for my dad,not that he ever expected that of me. but that's not totally it. the neighbor kid closest to my age was a boy,and we played trucks,but i also played with dolls and horses and 'school' with my sisters and later when i went to school,with my best girl friend.
nevertheless i've always been expressive and i was a bully in first grade. even though as an adult i'm on the short side,but not extremely,as a child i was one of the taller ones. and i was a bit burly too. and so when i was in first grade and a second grade boy tried to bully me,i gave him what for. yes,i've always been a verbal bully,and i'm not proud of it. i guess i scared that kid...he never bothered me again.i have also always been LOUD. heck,most of my family is pretty loud. well,not my dad,but my mom and most of my sisters are pretty loud,but i'm probably the loudest or at least tied with my baby sister sara.

well,enough of that.
i went to the natural foods store today and was chatting with my old boss. he suggested that i take flax oil for a.d.d. he says that balances your hormones and that helps your brain chemistry. i'm kind of skeptical but since i know that flax seed oil has omega 3's and 6's and they're good for you,i thought i'd give it a try.

i've been experimenting with chocolate lately.the last two weeks i i've had a pint of ben and jerry's frozen yogurt twice a week. that's the only caffeine (the tiny amount in the chocolate) that i have all week. and boy does it pack a punch! that's the only time i feel happy and focused. because it speeds you up,which is what ritalin and dexedrine do. apparently,people with a.d.d. process things more slowly.
according to thom hartmann,who's written several book on a.d.d.,he characterizes a.d.d. folks as hunters and those without it as farmers. it's kind of strange,because it sounds like the farmers should be the more evolved and more intellectual. and yet it's usually the a.d.d./hunter type that is more intellectual. but maybe the less intellectual people are more evolved,which is weird to think i'm more cro mag than your average wwf fan. (i'm sorry if i'm offensive;i'll admit i'm a snob.)

it doesn't fit my pet theories,but oh well.i would say that being a.d.d. is NOT adaptive to society and therefore is less evolved. i wonder what the futurist and extropians think about that,if they have any opinion on it?
anyway,due to my ben and jerry's consumption this evening,i was inspired to do a new mix tape for my daily travels as well as indulge my mother is a lengthy conversation (which takes a LOT of focus because she is hard to understand and speaks unclearly and slowly. still,i got my mom to laugh...though she gets way too silly...she was trying to tell me i should take zoloft because she does! i think my ocd bugs her more than me. then she told me about how she prays for my two younger sisters to find husbands,but she doesn't pray for one for me,and i have to laugh at her and ask her why not? why do you leave me out? do you think i'm hopeless and too old? and she doesn't answer that! my mother is so silly.)

(song lyrics from 'if she knew what she wants' by jules shear)