I’ve decided to train my ADHD using the same methodology I am starting for my dog. There are a lot of parallels worth exploring such as: he is neurotic, I am neurotic; he loves cheese, I love cheese; he hates laundry, I hate laundry. Potato, tomato- we’re all the same! Continue reading
So my little sister is a third-degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She was the Canadian Junior Champion in 2009(?) and went on to fight at the World Juniors in Turkey. At her peak, she could lift her leg up and past her head while standing up- that’s to say that if she was standing in front of you, she could axe kick you in the face and crush your nose. She’s a really terrifying person disguised as a feminine, laid-back, city slicker hipster. She’s definitely the cool one in the family. Continue reading
I’ve been reading all kinds of accounts of people whose lives turned around when they started ADHD medication. “I became so much more productive when I started my meds,” they would write. After some shallow reflection, I’ve realized that my experience seems to be the opposite! What the hell!? Continue reading
The medical treatment for ADHD is interesting, and there is a lot of negative media floating around the internet about it. In essence, doctors give constantly over-stimulated people (ADHD-ers) a stimulant. Funny right? I imagine it went something like this: “Let’s just give em’ a little dose of speed every morning… that should do the trick!”. Continue reading
This image was never more true for me on the day that I was diagnosed with ADHD:
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Me. Christine McLauchlan. Twenty seven year old Executive Director with a mortgage and aspirations to have monthly RRSP deductions. Continue reading
I sat on the contact for the potential new therapist for a few months. By the summer of 2016, things at work had gone into autopilot mode, and for the first time I felt like I had a steady workload. No huge surprises, more certainty in upcoming deadlines, and confidence in my role as the leader of this organization. I was also making strides in meal preparations, even if they were inconsistent- for the first time in two years (mostly) regularly eating lunch. My car was still a constant mess, and there were clothes strewn all over my bedroom, but my soul could see the light. I was no longer drowning.
Until October came. Continue reading