I'm officially a basket case.
Well, sort-of. I kinda knew that my Type-1 ADHD was getting the better of me recently, fueled by the onset of two-year blues, various home and professional stresses, and a generalized mixture of things. So I did something I haven't done in a few years and looked up a therapist. I wanted one who could handle me, which is pretty hard, but I found one who's clientele is (her words) "poly, pink, and leather," which is me all the way through, so...
We clicked, and as we talked we discussed my heavy caffeine and heavy metal addictions, and she said, "Those are both ADHD symptoms, you know. Self-medicating with stimulants and drowning out the static." Huh. I knew about the caffeine, but not about the music.
As I was leaving, I was rummaging through my daybag for my checkbook. "That feels like it... nope, those are my reading glasses." She mentioned that at my age I should have had those for a while. I tapped the pair I was wearing. "Progessives, so I can read and drive. I'm really picky about my prescription. Drives my optometrist nuts trying to find exactly the right setting."
She paused for a second. "Have you ever been tested for anything else on the spectrum? Because being 'picky' with your vision prescription is very common with sensory processing disorder."
So it looks like I'll be getting an MD for a full-on head examination to find out just how bad my ADHD is, and maybe I have sensory processing disorder, and maybe I have some kind of aspergers (Sp?). I really don't want to find out the last; I really don't need that label.
Last edited: Oct 15, 2014