Lysander wrote:I'm not trying to be anal by picking at all your little points here, I'm trying ot make a point that right now, my life is easy. I am right now at a maximum of lazyness, lack of responsibilities, and thigns to deal with. So why, with all this leway, would i still get diagnosed with this? Besides the fact that docs like to sell drugs, I mean.
I think that a lot of other disorders get diagnosed with ADHD, simply because ADHD is the "in" thing. Chemical imbalances in the body can cause all sorts of weird things to happen, yet a doctor looks at you, does absolutely no testing of your blood, and comes up with ADHD. It's bullshit.
As for you, I forgot your age. Looking back on it, being 19 is a pretty stressful time in one's life....it's the end of childhood and the beginning of real adulthood, and there's a lot of pressure in that change. Maybe you're stressed about this change, and don't even know it.
Knuckles the CLown wrote:Stick him in a seat and show a tape of Chris in his wood shop or Ice Cream Jonsey's arteries hardening and it's SNOOOOZERS!
Laugh all you want, but spending time in my shop is what I do to relax. I close the doors to the shop (and shut myself away from the outside world), put on my favorite tunes, whip out my stress-free handtools, and spend hours down there with only my work to focus on. It's quite theraputic, actually.
I like how this little bitch is claiming that my arteries are hardening. *I'm* the walking laboratory here. How many vitamins are in a diet of shoe leather, top cream and the sunflower seed shells you pick off the goddamn sidewalk? The only green you get is the dye from a Kodiak tin making its way through one of your many open mouth sores.
Aaardvark wrote:I like the Doug Adams theory postulated in 'Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul'
Funnily enough, a couple of the tests tehy gave me in Seattle had to do with that very thing; having read Tea-Time, I was paying attention, and as it turns out, 7 *is* the maximum amount of memory registers I've got.
I also give them credit for knowing when I was in over my head and stopping rather than doing more and making me feel like an even bigger dumbass.
Chris wrote:As for you, I forgot your age. Looking back on it, being 19 is a pretty stressful time in one's life....it's the end of childhood and the beginning of real adulthood, and there's a lot of pressure in that change. Maybe you're stressed about this change, and don't even know it.
Posibly.
But, the thing about me is, I don't really stress about thigns much. I mean, I'm blind, for God's sake. That's something I've lived with all my life. And it's not something I dwell on. Which is kind of what I try to make my modus operandi for living, really; if you have a problem, think about it rationally, and try to figure out how to solve it analytically. Spending time thinking "ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitimgonnadieFUCK!" really doesn't help anyone, so I just don't. ...Alhough that does come out sometimes in my deep, meaningful [strike] IM [/strike] conversations with people, so maybe ther eis some ubersecret repression problems in there I don't know about. As I said, possibly.
Lysander wrote:
Hm... I wonder if I convince my parents to buy me a prostitute in the interests of helping with my psychological problems?
It's too bad we're such a repressed society, because what you suggest DOES have legitimate medical benefits. Wouldn't it be great if you go to your doctor because you're tired and totally stressed out, and instead of prescribing some stupid drug, he prescribes getting laid all weekend?
Lysander wrote:Well, it probably won't be that, it'll probably be Dexidrene, which is like, riddalin for adults. Good idea though!
My take:
Ritalin - strongest in my opinion, stings a bit when you sniff it
Dexedrine - sweet, like brain candy, almost as much fun as Ritalin, not as strong but different
Adderall - my least favorite of the bunch, seemed weaker and not as long lasting, I lost interest after awhile, also sucked because the chick that had them didn't have insurance and wanted so much it might as well have been coke
A friend with ADHD (and insurance) is a friend indeed.
I, for one, will be thrilled when driving to work is no longer the third biggest time sink besides sleeping and working. Man, what a goddamn waste of time. Of course if anyone invented the teleporter, American businesses would start to expect the 10 hour day as a matter of normality.
