A Splintered Mind

I’ve been taken to task on occasion by readers leaving comments who simply can’t believe the advice I give. They’ve accused me of not really having any problems to deal with in the first place, or of being deluded into thinking I’ve actually conquered some of these issues, or they’ve left happy little comments then blogged about how insane I am. It has always made me a bit sad. Not for the usual reasons, mind you, but because these are the very people I’m trying to help out through sharing my life experiences. Instead, they have their hands over their ears shouting “I’M NOT LISTENING!” My Cognitive Behavior Therapist assures me that is a very common thing for analysts to hear. “That’s too hard.” “I can’t do that.” “Other people may have told you they could do that, but they’re lying.” “It’s all Bush’s fault.” Fortunately, most of the commenters have no...

Neurologically off today. Not a happy camper. Must bury myself in work. Homeschooling was hard today, but we covered many bases. Best day in several. OK, enough. I can form full sentences. I've been thinking of my goals. I'm committed to blogging every week until the last week of this year over at The Splintered Mind . Now that all my "fans" have disappeared, I still need to post regularly. It was the goal for the year, after all. I do have to admit, though, that going from 83 comments to zero is a bit of a blow. Apparently, the blogosphere doubled during the time I wasn't able to post regularly. That can account for the drop off. In addition, the lion's share of people commenting at the beginning of the year had their own blogs. They are all seasoned bloggers with their own followings now and I'm sure very busy blogging away. Or not. My technorati rank took a dive which means that either people delisted me, which is possible, or more likely they ha...

I regret to say that this week’s column will not be published until next week. It seems I impulsively penned next week’s column yesterday instead of today’s column. This means that I will have to publish next week’s column this week so that there is something new for you to read today - this week. I suppose that makes next week’s column this week’s column once the dust settles, but I find that overly confusing, don’t you? And now onto next week’s column. Dusting off the Hallowell and Ratey’s Diagnostic Criteria for Attention Deficit Disorder in Adults I relearned something new about myself: 11. Impatient; low tolerance for frustration. Frustration of any sort reminds the adult with ADD of all the failures in the past. “Oh, no,” he thinks, “here we go again.” So he gets angry or withdraws. The impatience derives from the need for constant stimulation and can lead others to think of the individual as immature or insatiable. Let’s see. I steam in traffic because I detest being...

This will be a short blog. Very short. I'm terribly distracted. I'm terribly frustrated. I'm terribly browsey. But there is sunlight in the sky still and I have hours left before I cannot draw outside. Then there is that novel I need to get at. There is time spent with family instead of my secret lover, Whiling Wanda Web. There is still time to change the path I'm on. All does not need to end in disappointment. I just wish I wasn't so easily distracted. technorati tags: ADD , ADHD , AD/HD , Distraction , Goals , Frustration