Hoping to feel better soon and start liking everyone sooner.
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write, it’s not that I haven’t had time to write, it’s that to some degree I don’t know what to say these days. Stop checking the windows, Hell hasn’t frozen over. There is still the garden, running/focus on health and weight loss, and various other adventures happening it our lives. I just don’t seem to have the mental capacity or the desire when presented with a little bit of time to spend it blogging. We have a war on ADHD going on over here.
There are 4 people in my home and 2-3 of them have ADHD, the results of The Destroyer’s tests are not in until next week. Most of the time it’s manageable, it’s the act of managing it in these early stages of discovery that are stressful and exhausting. We are dealing with tests, diagnosis, psychiatrists, psychologists, meds, MOODS, insurance companies, bills, budgets… I could go on but I think I’ve made my point here. I have to pay super close attention, and in some cases log in a journal, to every tiny detail of the physical and emotional goings on of my kids and myself. It’s a time of hyper-focus, dealing with this is stressful emotionally, financially, intellectually and physically. One would think all of that alone would provide me with enough writing material to schedule a new regular series of posts, and the thought has crossed my mind, but each time I’ve hesitated. I don’t think I am in any place to actually communicate cohesively about this topic, but at this point the need to get it all out has overcome the need to write well, or write something helpful for anyone else . I’m sure there is a wealth of material inside this journey, but I’m simply just not at a place yet where I can tell you what that might be.
It’s isn’t enjoyable in the least, there is Mommy guilt, some sort of grief process going because I’m not exactly adjusted to the idea that a large part of the communication issues between children and parents, chaos and struggle in my home is ADHD related, and may have always been ADHD related to some degree. There is the Mommy Lion aspect because I want my kids to feel normal, loved,smart, happy. Discovering I have ADHD as an adult is mind blowing. I’m doing that constant internal re- evaluating of everything I thought I knew about me. I don’t know why it bothers me so much that I have ADHD, or that the kids have ADHD, but it does on multiple levels, some more dark than others. In short we are a hot mess over here, but it isn’t all bad. We are all learning a lot, these are growing pains that will settle over time. It’s just a LOT of change all at once. I think that would challenge almost anyone.
Notes for any of you who might be in a similar place.
- Focalin made MiniMe nasty, mean, aggressive and overly emotional. She had trouble going to sleep at night. She didn’t communicate any of this to us, in spite of telling her repeatedly that she needs to tell us these types of things. It took me almost 6 weeks to figure it out and we stopped meds cold over the weekend. She has an appt next week to figure out the next drug we try.
- The Destroyer completed his 4 hours of testing last week and we get the results next week.
- I met with the psychiatrist, after 90 minutes of talking he told me he didn’t need to test me. He put me back on Wellbutrin, because that’s one med they often use with adult ADHD in conjunction with the more typical stimulants like Adderall etc. Had me make an appointment for a 2 week follow up and sent me on my way. I’ve been using the two weeks to pay super close attention to how I feel physically and emotionally each day and make some lifestyle changes to pave the way for possibly going on actual ADHD meds.
I know we can handle this, we are strong, intelligent, resilient people. We have been through much worse. ADHD isn’t THAT big of a deal, lot’s of people have it. Eventually it will be absorbed into our lives as just another detail in the grand scheme of things, something else to embrace and own. It could take a while to get there, meanwhile I will continue to tackle it as eloquently as possible and try not to beat myself up over the inevitable missteps.
Happy Hump Day Lovies. I squeezed another day off from my week for some much needed alone time. Today is the last day of 3rd grade and Kindergarten for MiniMe and The Destroyer. The last 8 weeks or so of the school we spent testing and diagnosing MiniMe with ADHD. We are on our 2nd dose of the first med and she seems to be doing better. the Kumon is also probably helping but only time and a whole summer of work to catch up is going to tell. Discovering I have a child with ADHD has been an interesting emotional ride for me. Not only are we starting the process of screening The Destroyer, but I am also putting myself through it.
I’ve asked every teacher of MiniMe’s if they thought she had ADHD. Staying focused always seems to be an issue in her classroom, her math foundation never got to where it should be in First Grade, after that it just builds so once she hit 3rd and multiplication came into play her grades came crashing down to C’s. C’s are like F’s in our family, simply not acceptable. Plus every single night of home work was an all out battle of wills and patience. I didn’t struggle with home work as a kid, just did it and I didn’t get or need a lot of help. I wanted my kids to be the same way. After 9.5 years as a mother it is finally sinking in that my kids are not going to be “me” just because they have half of my genetic material, except when they are exactly like “me”.
Enter in ADHD screening. As I was filling out the first set of Vanderbilt Forms it hit me pretty quickly that more than a few of the behaviors listed I could apply to myself as well as my daughter. I was also born without the filter between my brain and my mouth, I thought I was just emotional and/or an extrovert. I also am slow or have difficulty getting started on tasks I see as boring or unpleasant, I thought this was just depression/apathy/procrastination/laziness. I have an addictive personality and a low natural threshold to impulsiveness, I thought this was just the weak parts of me that needed a stronger set of BGP applied to them. I can never remember where I put my drink, purse, shoes, phone. I can hyper focus when reading and tune out the entire world. My number one coping mechanism for feeling overwhelmed like I can’t do something is to start shutting down, checking out in any way possible. She totally got this from me didn’t she? I asked Babu. When he avoided answering the question I knew my academically lackluster freshman year of college was probably more than too much weed, beer and sex.
This discovery sent my mind on a processing spin and I’m just about out of it. I am reconciling this new information with what I already know about me to see if it sheds any light or changes any perspectives I have. I was struggling with whether or not to just leave myself the hell enough alone because I have already have 41 years of self monitoring and course correction training, or get tested and go on some meds only to find out that apparently things that make up a large part of “me” are in fact curable with a pill. What the fuzzle will that even be like? Better, mind blowing, enlightening, scary, or nothing at all. Probably it will be a little bit of all of those things. In the end curiosity and the drive to be fearless won out and I decided to start the screening process officially. I’ll keep you posted, promise.