I first intended to post about the fact that statistical algorithms can pick out individuals with various mental health diagnoses from the type of language they use on social media last November, but I lost my hyperfocus on the topic almost immediately after I read the original media blurb about a new study. I also … Continue reading Data Minding
Today's winter storm event - Winter Storm Liam - is turning out to be a non-event for my area. There are two more potential snowmakers behind it, per my favorite bedtime story, aka The Weather Channel. Maybe those will live up to the hype that Liam didn't. The blizzard we ran into in Iceland in the final installment … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #4: Cold Lang Syne
It's rough being an intelligent girl with ADHD. If such a girl is halfway successful, multiple doctors’ 15-minute default assumptions that she merely has anxiety/depression will too often have been the reason she spent most of her twenties ineffectually medicated with SSRIs – and labeled treatment resistant – instead of receiving the medications that will … Continue reading Membership BADDges: Identifying ADHD in Girls with Co-morbid Anxiety
When I started my blog, I think I fully intended to write a “what is ADHD” explanation post. In true ADHD fashion, though, I procrastinated because I could never get it “right” – until I eventually just forgot I intended to write one at all. This post sounds so much like what I would have written, if I could go back in time and write a blog during the original diagnosis process itself.
I remember that stage right before/during diagnosis where I Googled All the Things! I remember feeling like, “Oh my God, finally a questionnaire I don’t have to half fake just to score high enough to get help!” I am glad someone actually was clever enough to put these thoughts into a blog post in media res, and that thanks to the wonder of the reblog I can creatively “borrow” it with one click!
Also, for anyone reading closely, the bit in this post about women with ADHD being good in a crisis? It can still be true for those who are co-diagnosed with PTSD. I’m always the calm, rationale, almost-detached person during the crisis itself. I’ve been so calm I’ve been called selfish repeatedly in my life simply for not freaking out enough. I’ve carried that stoicism far enough you’d never even know I had PTSD if I didn’t tell you. It’s when the crisis is over, in the privacy of my own home, that the toll starts to show. Calling me selfish is also a big trigger for me, for both PTSD and RSD reasons.
It seems fitting that I’m finally writing a post so long after my last one. I definitely need to invest more time in blogging since it’s both therapeutic and provides a means to remember the fun adventures we’ve experienced!
Today isn’t about a family adventure however.
Today’s post is twenty years plus in the making.
If you haven’t yet guessed, as a child I experienced more than my fair share of trauma and mental illness. It’s impacted me long into life, but I’m grateful for the strength I’ve gained from it. I’m the person I am today, the person my friends, family and husband love in spite of or because of it.
For over twenty years, I’ve been told that I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) and depression. Let’s say my primary care physicians have told me that since I was eight, which means it’s been 28 years of…
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Yes. This. So much this, with a side of RSD.
I work as a statistician, but I once got told I had to stop doing a volunteer job as a registration taker at a charity walk. I got fired from a charity walk position, guys! Talk about embarrassing! (Well, technically I only got fired from that particular job duty. They moved me over to taking care of the financial recording after booting me from registration, and that worked out well for me and them. RSD didn’t care about that distinction, sadly.) I kept not being able to understand the people coming up and giving their names to register. The noise and outdoor heat, combined with the auditory confusion, equaled sensory overload and customer service failure. Math is my friend. Many loud people trying to explain what they need at once? Not so much. I could probably never have survived as a waitress!
Also, did I mention how much I hate open offices? I really, really hate open offices.
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