Good news! I am ADHD!

I had my appointment for Learning Disability screening today. It took quite a while and was mostly tedium. However, in the end, the counselor told me that I had no learning disability that he could discern. I was off the charts for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, however.

One of the Facebook quizzes they had me take was a CAARS test that apparently tests for just that type of disorder. I was way above a standard deviation for the first type of ADHD (A) and then I was in the top 99.9% for another (E). He put it this way…if we went to the quad and asked 1000 random people the same questions, maybe one of them would end up with results like that in the E category. I think it was ADHD-Inattentiveness.

Side note: Learning disabilities are apparently characterized by extreme discrepancies in standardized test scores between subjects. And yes, they look at your test scores. Real rigorous.

No, these labels were not terribly well thought out. Learning disabilities are characterized by your ability to absorb and regurgitate information in a school setting, which, in my opinion, is a small subset of what learning is really about. Furthermore, the counselor was trying to convince me that ADHD is a bad thing because it hinders performance. However, performance in this case is a measure of social expectations in certain settings. I think it’s much more important to find out what works for you, personally, rather than rely on psychiatric labels to blame for your so-called unproductivity.

For instance, this last summer was perhaps the most productive time in my life. I was exercising, working on skills, reading, sleeping regularly. Setting and meeting my own goals. It’s just that the environment I’m in right now is not conducive to what I would call productivity. There are lots of distractions.

The fact that I just spent ten minutes texting people and lost my train of thought is damning evidence. What the fuck was I saying?

Anyway, the upshot is…I don’t give a fuck about what society wants me to do. My friends and my family are what matters. As for my productivity, I could write a book a month that nobody ever read and I could be happy. To me, that would be productive. Productive, for me, is what I say it is in certain situations. It just so happens that schoolwork doesn’t happen to jive with my mission. School as a whole is beginning to slough off of me like a discarded lizard skin. Or, if one were to be less grotesque about it, a cocoon, from which I am emerging as a beautiful butterfly.

I think that was the most self-referentially emasculating statement I’ve made all day.

A day is coming in which it is no longer the individuals who must accommodate the system above them, but a day in which it is the system which accommodates to the individual. Today, we have a system where if you don’t fit in, if you are beyond a standard deviation in certain aspects, you are “abnormal,” (in itself a questionable label because who, in the end, is normal?) and must take medications to fix yourself, or be given special privileges in order to “catch up” with the rest of society.

If I can do anything about it, this day will partly be ushered in because of me. A day in which the special are celebrated and have their place, not just “in society,” but wherever they damn well please, and society can either wake up and realize that there’s more than one way to go about things, or society can go fuck itself.

Technology will play a major role – in fact, is playing a major role, and is rewriting the rules on society as we speak. No one needs to be alone if they don’t want to be – there are always people out there with the same problems and personality quirks.  We were meant to be celebrated for our differences.

No more learning disabled. Learning is Enabled. And I want to help you enable it.


A few more thoughts on ADHD:

  • Apparently, ADHD is one of the few mental health disorders that has a higher mortality rate than average.  ADHD kiddies speed in their cars, don’t pay attention, and tend to have horrible things happen as a result.  Also, they tend not to plan out meals, go grocery shopping, and just in general neglect their nutrition.
  • The psychiatrist mentioned a neurological basis for ADHD.  Something about dopamine.  I will be looking into it.
  • “Adults with ADHD,” by Russell Barkeley
  • ADHD is sectioned into “Inattentive,” and “Impulsive.”  ADHD-Inattentive seems to be mostly “lost-in-your-head” sort of problems and AHDD-Impulsive seems to be “so hyper I can’t obey social norms.”  Which are great and all, but it wouldn’t warrant being called a disorder in my book.
  • I didn’t come out of that session thinking, “that explains why I am how I am!”  I came out thinking, “yes, I match some of those descriptions, and that’s what psychiatrists would call me, but this in no way defines me.  If I can’t overcome my own mental deficiencies, then I must not want to change enough to change, and I definitely don’t want drugs to ‘treat’ my personality.  I love who I am.  I love life.  I’m exuberantly, joyously abnormal, and loving it.”
  • That’s probably not exactly what I thought, but something along those lines.
  • This post has taken me a long-ass time because I kept losing my train of thought, talking to other people, and texting.  It’s tempting to say stuff like, “oh, it’s because I’m ADHD,” now that I have official backing on that label, but I don’t want this to define me in any way, shape or form.

NaNo Insanity, Day 6

God damn, it feels good to be outside of first person limited narration mode.  It’s been a while. How are you, folks?  To the left, you’ll see the giraffes and the tiger about to take one down…

Here we are.  This is supposed to hit my blog, so you’ll all be able to read it.  I got about 2000 words into my story before becoming totally frustrated, as I usually do, so this time we’re gonna do something different.  I’m just going to write a lot of shit and I’m going to force feed it into NaNoWriMo’s word counter so I can finally break that 50,000 word barrier.  Fuck, when I was writing in my blog every day, I didn’t hit the requisite 1667 words per day.

I didn’t realize that until about five minutes ago.  Purely writing that much alone will be difficult, not to mention writing a goddamn story.  Maybe I’ll save that for next year.  Or whenever I can write my personal blog entries plus another 1667 words a day.  Motherfucking hell, I have no idea how Piers Anthony can put out a book every three months.  He could probably do NaNoWriMo every month if he started bringing his laptop to the bathroom.

I should probably stop writing about frustration.  I’m sure you’re bored by now – that is, you’re bored if you have my attention span, and my attention span can’t be held for more than about 15 seconds.  I feel really bad for those of you who can’t read that quickly – the entire print world must bore the hell out of you.  Frankly, your mind has a higher bandwidth capacity than you’re reading at, so learn to read faster or stop bitching.

I know, you weren’t bitching.  For the purposes of this conversation (which I am essentially having with myself) you have 1) read up to this point, and 2) you were bitching along the way.  That makes me right.

My left forearm has begun to hurt.  I’ve been stressing it a bit, playing guitar and now typing at a rather breakneck pace.  I wonder how long I can keep it up for – I’m going to need to get 2000 words, and at 80 words per minute, which is what I’m rated to type, at the fastest, that’ s a good…shit, that’s only 25 minutes of hardcore typing.  Motherfucker.  Someone get me some ice, my arms are going to be useless after this.

That said, it will probably take over an hour of constant typing.  I don’t think I’ve typed constantly for an hour.  Ever.  Let’s go, bitch.

Ever wonder if you should stop swearing as much as you do?

Was that directed at me?

Yes, it was directed at you.

Who are you?

I’m you.

Then why the fuck did you address a question to me?

Actually, it was originally supposed to be addressed to our readers.

But our readers can’t even read this yet.

Okay.

Anyway, the fact of the matter is that every once in a while I think I should stop swearing as much as I do, but that never pans out, especially in certain contexts, like when I’m playing videogames or when I’m typing to myself.  The only way I seem to be able to communicate to myself is through profuse cursing and that’s something I don’t really want to expose others to, because they’re not used to it and might tell their parents, who will have the Parent Teacher Association kick me out of school, which, on the other hand, might not be a bad thing.  I’m working on that myself.

I’m working on a lot of things right now, actually, and I should do much more of it.  I have to put 3 movies out by the end of this month.  Initially, Sean and I were shooting for twenty minute films, but it looks like they’re going to be less than ten minutes each , which is a godo thing -0 at least I’ll be able to put them on Youtube.  The only problem is that the camera records in an MPG format called .MOD, and it’s really pissing me off.  Nothing seems to be able to read it.

I’ve got NaNo on my mind, reminding me over and over that I’m a failure, and I also have stubs of stories from past NaNos.  Hell, if I’m going to cheat like I am now, I might as well just use those and be done with it.  Seriously, I’ll just stick them into the word counter along with this and crow when I win.  But unfortunately, I won’t be able to tell any of my NaNo enabled friends or family what I’ve done, because they would demand to see the manuscript, and I’d show them  a bunch of blog-like thoughts and entries and half-assed stories, and they’d take a refund out of my ass.

The last project I’m working on is…oh right, getting a job and paying for school and not failing out of school in the first place, which is pretty difficult and well nigh impossible, or so I’ve convinced myself.  I would run off to become a writer, but apparently I can’t really pull that off, and I’d run off and become an actor, but I think I would have more success as a gay model, save for the fact that I’m not gay and I’m not tall enough to be a model.  Fuck!

Hopes, dreams, administrations.  I don’t really know why that last one got in there, but somehow it got written into the stdout buffer and I just typed it.  Whatevs.  I wanna be a rockstar, baby!  I wrote my first song – at least, two verses and accompanying chords, and it’s an exhilarating feeling.  I feel like I need to teach my sister how to write songs.  Perhaps I can just look up chords on the piano and teach her those and enable her to make songs on the piano.  Write now, though, or rather, right now, I’m stuck with fairly simple guitar chord progressions, so I don’t know to what degree I can act as a teacher.

G, D, Em, C

I feel so bad right now.  My character is stuck in the story looking outside at me, tears in his/her eyes.  Have you figured out what gender s/he is?  No?  That’s cool.  I have.

Let’s visit him/her, shall we?

K, let’s talk about God

I think I’m ready for this discussion.  I’m old enough.

I think God is a useful and much misused term for something that is, by its very nature, undefinable.

We already have a problem.  We can’t talk about God because we don’t know what God is, and we couldn’t define Him because in defining Him we would set limits upon Him.  Even maligning Him with a masculine pronoun is not quite correct, aye?

Unless you would dare say that God is what You name Him to be?

Before I open the floor for discussion, let’s ignore the above.  Let’s just say that He is what He is – infinite, all knowing, all powerful.  You’re never going to convince me that the Bible, or you, or any organization, speaks the unadulterated word of God.  We all make mistakes.  The language we use is inherently limited; God is unlimited.  People are ignorant of those facts that they have not encountered; God is all knowing.  The Vatican could not determine the weather tomorrow; God, on the other hand, is all powerful.

God is capable of Good and Evil.  To deny Him that would be to place yourself above Him.  If God is capable of Good and Evil, Life and Death, Joy and Suffering, and God is all powerful and undefinable, God is beyond any ken of ours.

God is not human.  Getting to “know” God is the same as accepting fate.

The Tao that can be spoken of is not the Tao.

K, floor’s open.

PS, I’m pretty sure I haven’t decided what religious denomination I am, if any, but I would probably fall under atheist/Taoist/Buddhist.  Kung Remix.