ADHD – Living and Loving the Brilliant Chaos

Mental health, medication, ADD, ADHD, Straterra, family, alcoholism, recovery, sobriety
The ADHD Mind

Recently someone on my FB page posted a cynical comment about children with ADD needing discipline. I thought I would shed light on this shortsighted comment. I am 65 years old and have lived my whole life with a severe degree of this disorder. I was raised by two authoritarian parents who did everything they could to get me to be still, be quiet, behave. I wanted to please them, but a symptom of this disorder is impulsiveness and rash decisions so I was always harshly chastised for the simplest of offenses, I.e., riding my bike into the street without looking.

Third grade is the year students are introduced to more structure, timelines, goals. I was a problem to my teachers for my loud talking, getting out of my seat, blurting out the right answer before the question was fully asked. So my parents, at a loss, took me to a psychologist. Testing in the early 60s would tell them, “She has a high IQ, leaving them even more perplexed. 

I went on my first date at 16. He was senior and we were going to his prom. He brought a six pack of beer, I drank five of them. This was the first time I ever drank a drop of alcohol. The energy that raged inside me all my life was quieted and my love affair with alcohol was born. 

I barely graduated, had no idea about what to do with my life. I married a super guy who had a job, car and smelled good. He had to support our family which was fine with him and he did a great job; I had a hard time finding work that did not require attention to detail and being on time. I drank more, and sunk deeper into self-loathing and shame being such an “incompetent” adult. 

Somehow, by the grace of God, I ended up in the 12 Step rooms at 35, began a sober lifestyle and the burden of managing energy again but maturity would be my friend and I moved forward in my life managing to work for litigation lawyers (its a miracle I know). The pay was good and the work interesting. 

At 48 years of age I decided to ride a motorcycle. This freaked most of my family and friends out. As it was, I would ride down the street smelling the roses, smiling and waiving at everyone I saw. I would leave the driveway without helmet and my bags unfastened. It became clear the ADHD mind and a Harley were not the best fit. 

But I loved it and everything about it from the adventure, thrill and low hum of the V-Twin moved me to seek out medication. Because I was clean and sober now for 13 years, I was not going to take a stimulant but they were developing non stimulant drugs and I began with Straterra

It changed my life. And it gave me first hand knowledge about the viability of “brain” drugs, as I call them. I noticed its greatest gift to me was the minimization of impulsivity. For the first time in my life, I had an internal 10 second delay mechanism. Instead of the mental gyration of 10 competing thoughts, they lined up in single file and I could manage them one thought at a time. 

This drug made it possible for me to secure a great job and hold it for a long time, and successfully and expertly handle my Harley thousands of miles, over every terrain and hazardous road condition. 

So, before you come against children with your uninformed judgments about medication just know I cannot imagine how my life would have been different if I had the opportunity to be a successful third grader in the classroom learning and growing, instead of sitting outside the classroom door believing myself a complete and total fool.

I wholeheartedly believe in strong boundaries, family values, accountability and taking responsibility. In fact, because these were in place when I was young, I had the courage and determination to figure it out when I was motivated to. But disciplining children with hyperactivity and attention deficit without wisdom, encouragement and positive reinforcement will set them (actually your entire family) up for a miserable future.

Even now, Im supposed to be getting ready for work, but I had to stop and hammer this out. Im racing to the shower now. : )

Hey! There Are Humans in the Room!

The other night my husband and I were out to dinner on the patio of a restaurant in a public “square” if you will. The area was filled with many people, 50-75 maybe, milling around, socializing, every age and generation, gender, cultural diversities, and every one of them was actively engaged, simultaneously, with their phone. Head down, some earphones in, thumbs typing away.  

It was creepy actually. My husband and I sheepishly looked to see where our own phones were. Husband’s in his pocket, mine on the table face down…thank God! 

I am not writing here from a position of relational superiority. I am as susceptible as any to the stimulus on that thing. There is a lot of interesting stuff on that phone I’ve never heard or seen before, whereas my husband and I, having been married over 45 years, have heard, seen, said it all at some point in our marriage. It’s so easy to be captured by interesting material and new ideas, perspectives, and my best friends new baby giggles. But in fact I have an amazing human in front of me who deserves more than an absentminded uh-huh, mmmm, IDK…

I would propose that the mental, emotional and spiritual health of this generation will depend on our ability to put the damn thing down.

Will we be able to though? Here is an interesting read from Time Mag: Americans Check Their Phones 8 Billion Times a Day

I want to stand up and champion a resistance movement in this regard. You can assassinate someone with words, destroy reputations with clicks, influence the gullible, scam the innocent when you are hidden in the covering of “social” experiences via the internet. Am I the only one that sees danger here? #humansmatter

I watch parents battle at the dinner table to get their kids to put their phones down. I pray they find victory over it. “You are going to sit down, have dinner with us, pay attention to us, tell us in words, physical animation and emotional energy how your day was. AND LIKE IT!! We insist.” It has to be a strong determined stance, because nothing in this world will ever take the place of eye to eye, heart to heart, genuine loving affectionate interpersonal engagements. 

My husband has all on his own, shut down most of the social media engagement. He jumps on there once in a while to like, lol, thumbs up some things, but he finds it all, keyboard warriors, misleading headlines, and personal stories, either embellished with glitz, or laden with brokenhearted, anguished narratives, together too much for one person to process. He is all the wiser for it. 

Considering you can meet, date, propose, accept and marry just with your phone, I think we will want to take a good hard look at this thing, and set appropriate boundaries around its place in our lives. 

Oh! Gotta go. I hear pinging in the other room! 

H.

Straight from the Heart … of God

His Peace…

There is so much turmoil and uncertainty in the every day experience of life and it will take its toll on our souls. The experts will tell us that our emotional state is influenced by our thoughts. Our thoughts trigger feelings. Feelings move us into action in ways that protect us and those we care about from fears real or imagined. Its exhausing. If I think I am safe, that my next meal is a done deal, that nuclear war is probably a ways off, I am able to experience calm, a sense of well being, even optimism. If I am focused on aspects of life I sense are about to fly off the merri-go-round, like political climates, social conflicts, wayward children, and spend time preparing for the worst, I’m stressed.

We hold certain values dear to us and when life happens in ways that are in contradiction to those values, we experience emotional stress. It is easy to understand that when my values are threatened and there is no acceptable resolution in sight, my emotional life is going to suffer.

Critical thinkers evaluate and emotional intelligent people empathize to minimize the impact of realistically concerning problems. But the dependency on medication has increased dramatically through the years leading to a conclusion that ability to reasonably assess of risk and appropriatly manage emotions, is out of reach for many Americans. Our people are suffering! According to the Anxiety and Depression Association of America:

  • Anxiety disorders are the most common mental illness in the U.S., affecting 40 million adults in the United States age 18 and older, or 18.1% of the population every year.
  • Anxiety disorders are highly treatable, yet only 36.9% of those suffering receive treatment.
  • People with an anxiety disorder are three to five times more likely to go to the doctor and six times more likely to be hospitalized for psychiatric disorders than those who do not suffer from anxiety disorders.
  • Anxiety disorders develop from a complex set of risk factors, including genetics, brain chemistry, personality, and life events

(https://adaa.org/about-adaa/press-room/facts-statistics)

So…if you are consistently managing manifestions of anxiety, good news: you are not alone!

    The Supernatural Experience of Faith

“My peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” (John 14:27) 

It is remarkable that Jesus’ words uttered so long ago are still relevant and necessary considering no matter how long mankind exists, the absence of peace in the human experience is a consistent reality. He spoke this over his disciples who had some difficult days coming. This rhema breath over His disciples, would sustain them in the face of persecution and promise of death at the hands of those who did not understand. Jesus’ followers must have been terrified yet they did not run and hide, they faced their persecutors with courageous devotion to their beliefs. I propose they lived and died through the supernatural manifestation of Holy Peace.

Such supernatural, soul grounding peace is available to anyone who enters into relationship with Jesus. This entering is the first supernatural experience followed by immeasurable supernatural moments of Holy Influence. When my husband was being treated for Stage IV cancer, our family was unbelievably calm and focused, determined to submit fear (panic) to a supernatural Love so great the effect was deep, abiding, quiet peace of the soul. No anti-anxiety, anti-depression, or sleep medication, only faith; even accepting he might die, overwhelming peace in the assurance of his ultimate destiny. 

Faith changes everything but it matters who we are trusting for all this. There are many belief systems and different strategies for calming the soul. Look around all you like, but for me there was just one proposal that outshined all the others – Jesus. Forgiveness for sin. A new nature. Holy power within manifesting not only in inexplicable peace, but expressing joy, exercising patience, finding self-control, offering kindness and gentleness.

This kind of peace – the kind that reduces your heart rate, keeps your hair from falling out, helps you sit still with a cup of tea, that causes you to respond to to stupid drivers with grace…is one of God’s many wonderful fruits of His spirit and receiving it we can become happy peace-filled souls.

The pursuit of the heart of God and his offering of His peace does not require religious regimes or doctrines. This pathway begins with a simple acknowledgement that the universe is much bigger than I am and I truly have no control over so many things, but am willing to believe in something greater than me; and I have seen something wonderful in the life and ministry of Jesus. I come to believe that God does indeed love me, that he has my very best interest at heart and will make everything distasterous good in His time. I need only be quiet and still and watch it unfold.

What’s The Most Important Thing on a Mom’s Mind?

I think the most important thing on any mom’s mind is I HOPE MY KIDS ARE DOING OKAY!!! I think most moms are concerned about their family’s mental, emotional and physical health. But what does that look like exactly? And how do we measure family health? For sure, a mom wants to be self-aware and courageous in imperfections so she can give her children the things they need without guilt or fear. For sure, healthy moms will raise healthy children.

So what exactly is a healthy mom? Do I even know any moms who consider themselves “healthy?” Like healthy in what way? What should happen for me to say to myself, “Gosh, I feel so healthy today.” In fact, this is the last thing I hear from moms because what I hear most? “MOM FAIL!!!” This is a harsh way to judge every mom moment: “Pass or fail.” When we go to bed at night, we rack up points in one category or the other and cross our fingers the “pass” column has more points then the fail.

It’s crap.

I thought as I was raising my kids that being a healthy mom was having children who excelled with straight As, perfect marks in citizenship, homework that is always turned in. Rooms that are neat and organized; the KIDS always knowing where their stuff is, who say “okay” when asked to do a chore, or who put the folded close on their bed away, who never talk back, say, “I hate you;” who place thank you notes on the fridge. Honestly, I believed there were such children in the universe. They just were not in my house.

I knew I was not measuring up to this standard so I drank. A lot.
Getting sober at 35 years old with a twelve and nine year old in tow my perceptions began to shift. I actually had little human beings in my care with their own minds, passions and preferences. They were unique and amazing. I thought I should mold them into a form I didn’t even fit in – for their good of course – but this thinking really missed the mark and I lost out on a lot of fun, fabulous little kid time with them. I realized I could stop shooting for perfection and enjoy messy. Because by the time they leave the nest, they will have a bit of awareness and mastery over their own perfect imperfections. This mom found out it was okay to send them off with tools, resources, wisdom and encouragement to go “therefore into that good night.” And THAT was stuff good moms were made of.

Great momming comes out of loose reins, not tight ones.

I believe a healthy mom is daring enough to help her children to meet themselves through self awareness and appreciation, and inspire them to express themselves authentically. One child is a leader bossying the entire family around (which no one appreciates); another child is creative and deeply relational but cries a lot because of sensitivity and hurt feelings; another child may be quiet and shy, and covertly thrilled when grounded to their room; yet another child may be perpetual motion, loud and forgetful, driving the entire family crazy. Yes, all kinds of children can come from the same womb.

I think drawing a picture of your idea of a healthy family with individual strengths and weaknesses, agreed values, firm boundaries and audacious dreams, is the point of beginning. Leaving perfection behind, embracing mistakes and false starts as learning tools, speaking identity into them, ‘You are smart,” You are fun,” “You are strong.” These kinds of things in the face of spilled milk, stolen bicycles and lost socks, make the whole mom thing quite endearing and rich.

We inspire emotional, mental and spiritual health in our families when we establish borders around a functional, respectful, and kind life enrivonment; we inspire change through assigning consequences and requiring our children to bear responsibility for outcomes… We inspire hope when we love them wildly and recklessly, and believe that all things turn out good for those that love God and are called according to His purposes.

So relax. Put your tired feet up with a cup of tea. Ask your child calmly why they think they received two Ds on their report card, or why they left their now stolen bicycle on the front lawn; or why they think they can reject the dinner on the table and request something else; or why they push away your overtures for affection only to jump on your lap when you are least expecting it. Be a comforter in their mistakes and a cheerleader in their successes and most of all enjoy fearlessly!

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Jesus My Idol.

Recently asked to speak on ways we make our children our idols, my research brought me some interesting information. I saw a picture of a fertility god with a big head and face distorted in pain, a pretty good symbol of what its like to have a baby alright. I am so happy to live in these times with scientific understanding dispels ignorance.  

Anyway, I did form an opinion that our need for idols is alive and well. Money, fame, wealth, popularity, good looks, perfect bodies, fancy cars, $2000 pedigree dogs, decor, great hair…I found myself feeling compassion with those whose pursuit of fulfillment lives in the things of this world because at the end of the day, they will not have fdelivered.  If you don’t personally know the intimate love of God, then what are you to do?   

I pondered deeply about the issue of idols. Do I have any? Well maybe, I love sparkly shiny things and have lots of them. I also have issues with imperfect hair. Do I fall down and worship my jewelry and a good hair day? No, I don’t think so. Although I am known by these things, I am not defined by them. As I prepared for my talk, God brought me insight on the issue and this is my Journal entry: “I feel exasperated when I look around and see how trapped we are in our idols. We hide behind them; we are afraid to reveal our hearts; be vulnerable; risk pain. Our idols protect us and the more we see how well they work, the more determined we are to preserve them. All to our detriment – creating a life of loneliness and pain.”  I have met many of you. My heart hurts for you.

The Son of God was crucified but rose on the third day. Jesus died for me. He rose from the grave to new life and he promises me that I might have new life in Him. I am aware of my great significance in the cosmos and extraordinary worth I have through him. And I adore Him. Please know He died for you too. You are a treasure to Him.  Image

Happy Wife – Happy Life

Happy Wife – Happy Life is a very familiar tune these days.  I have heard it spoken with sarcasm by men who jab each other with their elbows as if the crazy woman of the household is unrealistic and cannot appeased. It reminds me of a critical spirit that cannot see the forest for the trees.  Too often “she” is burdened with responsibilities that make for a crabby, tired wife.  I decided not long ago to find my contentment elsewhere.  I stopped demanding that my husband meet my needs and make me happy.  I have turned to God for this. Finally, and boy has He delivered. The sweet journey of relying on God for my happiness has had the effect of removing the pressure my husband feels to “get it right.”  My husband has become cute again and I like him.  Our marriage is transformed into a partnership where we co-labor in respect and appreciation. Forty years later.. 🙂 Its delicious. Image

Creating a Life You Love

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This is me and my 2003 Harley Davidson Heritage Classic Anniversary Model motorcycle…I love everything about riding. I was terrified of it for a while. When I first started riding, I wanted to throw up when I got to my destination. I told myself if I was this upset at the end of a year I would sell it. But like most things, practice makes for skill improvement and 60,000 miles later…I’m good.

Fear is a good thing when facing a Grizzly bear. But when suffering mental torture of “what ifs” it is debilitating. You need not let wild imaginings decide for you.