Dec. 3rd, 2002
Good news.
Dec. 3rd, 2002 05:15 pmMy good friend in Tucson is out the mental hospital, and she is much more her old self (complete with sense of humor about her situation)than she has been in some time. It's really good to see. She's also getting a chance to spend more time with her son, who is a really smart and gifted seven year old, yet who has trouble staying on task in his work, and who constantly belittles himself. She thinks he might have ADD. I have urged her to get him tested and to work hard on teaching him coping strategies. If I'd had that sort of help 25 years ago, who knows what my life would be today?
Also, I must remember to talk to her on the phone soon, as she and her long time fiance (and Z's dad)have decided to plunge ahead with marriage next month, 1/2/03, in fact. I will be going, and I'll have to make arrangements tout suite if it's on.
Also, I must remember to talk to her on the phone soon, as she and her long time fiance (and Z's dad)have decided to plunge ahead with marriage next month, 1/2/03, in fact. I will be going, and I'll have to make arrangements tout suite if it's on.
Something I must keep in mind.
Dec. 3rd, 2002 05:42 pmI have ADD. The most obvious problem this gives me is that I have trouble getting started working, though sometimes I also have a lot of trouble staying on task, too. However, I have come to realize that my greatest problem, weakness and flaw is not the ADD, but a maladaptive coping mechanism I have developed: lying. If anyone, no matter how innocently or helpfully, asks me about how my work is going, I will lie and evade without a moment's thought or hesitation. I suspect that it derives from the way I dealt with my parents' inquiries into my homework when I was boy. I hate other folks giving me orders, but more than that, I think it was because I couldn't bear their disapproval, and that's what I felt I always got. I must deal with this problem and change my ways, because I will never live a life worth living otherwise. And I must not let myself forget...