Tuesday, December 27, 2011
New Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 2012 Takes on Nurburgring
I do so like BOTH, the Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 ....AND... My dream would be to drive the Nurburgring. This is all in one bit!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The guy with A.D.H.D. - from discovery onward. Another thing to monitor
Well. How do I put this?
For years...from my school years into my 48th year....I felt different. Growing up I didn't seem to 'have' what the other kids had. By 'have' I don't mean stuff or clothes or something, I mean all around cognizance. When I was little I didn't know why I seemed dumber than the other kids. I didn't know why they were all on page 22, and I was still on 10. I was embarrassed when I was put into the slow kids class, and had to do kindergarten twice.
Even older, when other kids were talking I didn't know what they were even talking about. I would open a book and see dreadful amounts of work...would freeze up....and ignore it.
My father called me a lazy sonofabitch. When the teacher of the slow kids class suggested I have attention problems and a learning disability, my parents didn't take me to a doctor, they told me there wasn't anything wrong with me and to just pay attention.
So on I went, for another 40 years...for a series of faking and failures that would comprise the life of a man with ADHD, who would do nothing about it until I was 48.
I'm keeping a journal of certain events, from which I will extract excerpts and file them in here; with the hope that my story motivates those who are more-less afraid or in doubt of their cognizance to get help.
I can't profess to be an expert on this...I am just getting 1 week started, and I may face a series of meds and trials to get where I should be; but take this as a starting point. My next post will take last weeks entries in my journal and give a glimpse at progress as I make it, and my feelings as I do so. Maybe someone will have felt exactly what I felt.
Until then.
For years...from my school years into my 48th year....I felt different. Growing up I didn't seem to 'have' what the other kids had. By 'have' I don't mean stuff or clothes or something, I mean all around cognizance. When I was little I didn't know why I seemed dumber than the other kids. I didn't know why they were all on page 22, and I was still on 10. I was embarrassed when I was put into the slow kids class, and had to do kindergarten twice.
Even older, when other kids were talking I didn't know what they were even talking about. I would open a book and see dreadful amounts of work...would freeze up....and ignore it.
My father called me a lazy sonofabitch. When the teacher of the slow kids class suggested I have attention problems and a learning disability, my parents didn't take me to a doctor, they told me there wasn't anything wrong with me and to just pay attention.
So on I went, for another 40 years...for a series of faking and failures that would comprise the life of a man with ADHD, who would do nothing about it until I was 48.
I'm keeping a journal of certain events, from which I will extract excerpts and file them in here; with the hope that my story motivates those who are more-less afraid or in doubt of their cognizance to get help.
I can't profess to be an expert on this...I am just getting 1 week started, and I may face a series of meds and trials to get where I should be; but take this as a starting point. My next post will take last weeks entries in my journal and give a glimpse at progress as I make it, and my feelings as I do so. Maybe someone will have felt exactly what I felt.
Until then.
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