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Drawing, Part I - Backstory
Jun. 15th, 2007 08:09 pmA personal essay of sorts I wanted to record:
( A lengthy history of my relationship with my sister and art )
( A lengthy history of my relationship with my sister and art )
It's eleventy-thirty, time for tea...
Mar. 1st, 2006 04:50 pmSomething that I've really only begun to admit to people recently:
I have a lot of trouble reading analog clocks, and always have. I mean, to the point that when I look at a clock on the wall, it's usually as meaningless as a wall socket or anything else that just sits on the wall, anything else you just tune out automatically.
I could blame this on spacing somewhat through the "telling time" lessons we all had in school, but the thing is, I have spaced through the formal instruction of many, many concepts and still managed to pick them up in my own way. I know we had worksheets on this, and normally that would be enough to catch me up, but just looking at the little clock diagrams panicked me as a kid because they seemed so utterly incomprehensible, and everyone understood them but me.
( Tick-tock, tick-tock )
I guess I feel like this has been building up lately...the realization that I don't know anyone with the same issue, and I feel alone with this and utterly stupid.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
(Cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
adults_add.)
I have a lot of trouble reading analog clocks, and always have. I mean, to the point that when I look at a clock on the wall, it's usually as meaningless as a wall socket or anything else that just sits on the wall, anything else you just tune out automatically.
I could blame this on spacing somewhat through the "telling time" lessons we all had in school, but the thing is, I have spaced through the formal instruction of many, many concepts and still managed to pick them up in my own way. I know we had worksheets on this, and normally that would be enough to catch me up, but just looking at the little clock diagrams panicked me as a kid because they seemed so utterly incomprehensible, and everyone understood them but me.
( Tick-tock, tick-tock )
I guess I feel like this has been building up lately...the realization that I don't know anyone with the same issue, and I feel alone with this and utterly stupid.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
(Cross-posted to
adults_add.)
ADHD assessment - Diagnosis!
Dec. 1st, 2005 09:32 pmI don't have a lot of time or energy to go into much detail on this, but I have a diagnosis. I was going to wait until Dr. Y had written up her report and everything, but apparently there's no need, because she told me Tuesday what diagnosis she's going to put on it, and that it's unchangeable at this point:
ADHD - Predominantly Inattentive Type, Mild-Moderate Severity
She said that there's "no doubt" in her mind that this is my diagnosis, that she's completely convinced. She said this is backed up by all of the following being consistent with my presenting complaint (ADD symptoms):
-the screeners I was given from Disability Services at school
-the screeners she had me fill out
-all my self-ratings, stories and explanations in her office, which she says are "highly reflective of ADD symptoms."
-comments on school report cards (She translated some "teacher-speak" for my amusement. "Do you know what 'has a delightful sense of humour, needs to learn to display it at appropriate times' means?" "Er, no. What?" "That you were blurting things out!")
-my mother's retrospective rating of me in childhood
-[most surprisingly] my behaviour in her office
...Honestly, I thought that I had been very non-ADD in her office, but she says that I VISIBLY tuned out numerous times per session. She actually did a pretty hilarious imitation of me, saying that I'd be looking her right in the eye, she'd ask a question, and after several seconds of silence in which I simply looked at her, I'd suddenly snap to, "dear in the headlights" and say, "What? What was the question?!" "Hel-LO!"
And she opened her eyes up really wide, like I know I have a tendency to do when I'm confused. *laff*
...Which is funny, because I DO remember asking her several times to repeat herself, but in my perception, there was no time gap between her asking the question, and my asking for a repeat. She asked, but it didn't process for some reason, so I was just asking again. (Mostly as a time filler - I tend to ask people to repeat themselves so I can figure out what all those noises meant the first time.)
Anywhoo. I have it, it's official. And my father's response? She basically tossed it out the window, and said, "Your father doesn't know you very well, does he?" No...no, he doesn't.
Part of me can't WAIT to tell him my brain is broken, and there's nothing he can do about what the doctor says. Bastard.
( Big shocking revelation of late - related )
ADHD - Predominantly Inattentive Type, Mild-Moderate Severity
She said that there's "no doubt" in her mind that this is my diagnosis, that she's completely convinced. She said this is backed up by all of the following being consistent with my presenting complaint (ADD symptoms):
-the screeners I was given from Disability Services at school
-the screeners she had me fill out
-all my self-ratings, stories and explanations in her office, which she says are "highly reflective of ADD symptoms."
-comments on school report cards (She translated some "teacher-speak" for my amusement. "Do you know what 'has a delightful sense of humour, needs to learn to display it at appropriate times' means?" "Er, no. What?" "That you were blurting things out!")
-my mother's retrospective rating of me in childhood
-[most surprisingly] my behaviour in her office
...Honestly, I thought that I had been very non-ADD in her office, but she says that I VISIBLY tuned out numerous times per session. She actually did a pretty hilarious imitation of me, saying that I'd be looking her right in the eye, she'd ask a question, and after several seconds of silence in which I simply looked at her, I'd suddenly snap to, "dear in the headlights" and say, "What? What was the question?!" "Hel-LO!"
And she opened her eyes up really wide, like I know I have a tendency to do when I'm confused. *laff*
...Which is funny, because I DO remember asking her several times to repeat herself, but in my perception, there was no time gap between her asking the question, and my asking for a repeat. She asked, but it didn't process for some reason, so I was just asking again. (Mostly as a time filler - I tend to ask people to repeat themselves so I can figure out what all those noises meant the first time.)
Anywhoo. I have it, it's official. And my father's response? She basically tossed it out the window, and said, "Your father doesn't know you very well, does he?" No...no, he doesn't.
Part of me can't WAIT to tell him my brain is broken, and there's nothing he can do about what the doctor says. Bastard.
( Big shocking revelation of late - related )
