The Joys of Living with ADHD, Autism, Dyslexia, and Dyspraxia.
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Wednesday, 12 August 2020
Neuro-divergent Poems #1
Monday, 3 August 2020
Interview with Leah Leaves for ADHD Lives
ADHD Lives Episode 5: Dave MarshThis episode I'm delighted to welcome Dave Marsh. Dave is an IT professional, and was diagnosed with ADHD, Autism, Dyslexia and Dyspraxia 4 years ago at the age of 49. Since his diagnosis, he has been able to understand situations in which he had struggled at work in the past. Dave wants his story to help others who may be wondering if they may have ADHD. If you'd like to be notified when this and future episodes stream, then click here: https://m.me/livewellwithADHD?ref=w11711512
Posted by Leah Leaves Hypnotherapy on Monday, 3 August 2020
Saturday, 1 August 2020
Time flies, way too fast.
When I was a kid I would imagine that I could stop time. Everyone would be frozen and I would be free to do what I needed to do unimpinged by the demands of others. Real life is so far removed from such fantasies yet my battle with the passing of time is still very real. So it is unsurprising that I have been away from blogging for what seems like a few months but is in fact a few years.
Since I last wrote on here I have discovered that I not only have ADHD, but I am also Autistic, Dyslexic, and Dyspraxic. All this time and I did not know, although as I've probably mentioned before, I knew there was something about me that wasn't the same as everyone else, and I just couldn't put my finger on it.
You might be wondering if I should change the name of my blog, but being distracted is as relevant now as it was at the beginning, so no. However, I will update the blog subtitle so I can talk about the other conditions over time.
Yes Time, my archnemesis, there is never enough you.
I've worked out a rough formula for real-time to ADHD-time. Personally I find real-time passes at 6x that of ADHD-time. When I think that 5 minutes have elapsed, it often turns out to be 30 minutes. Despite a plethora of clocks around the house, and numerous watches, unless time is the thing I am focusing on then I have no idea how much of it has passed.
There are so many thought's and ideas going around in my head that I cannot make enough time to do them all, but the ideas and thoughts keep coming and it's not something I can control. It's quite exhausting and disabling.
Whatever it is I am doing, it is always right up to the last minute, leaving no time to tidy or clean up after myself, or write about what I was doing. I could really do with a personal assistant.