For me the answer is quite often, “I have ADHD and I spend large chunks of my day being distracted.” Or if I really wanted to tell the truth, “I have ADHD and I only see things that are of interest to me. Quite obviously your sign wasn’t one of them”

The real truth is that most of us don’t see things unless we are looking for them and there is a video on youtube that is making the rounds now that really illustrates this point. There is a group of men passing around a basket ball. Voice-over asks that we count the number of times the basketball is passed amongst the players wearing white. Then the voice-over asks if we saw the moonwalking bear. The video rolls back and plays again. Sure enough there is a guy in a bear suit moonwalking through the players and he literally walks from one side of the screen to the other. The lesson–we see what we want to see.  In addition, working memory has a limited capacity and we use it to focus on one thing at a time.  Some people claim they can multitask and therefor do more than one thing at a time but I doubt it.  There is research somewhere, I believe, that demonstrates that no one really multitasks with any efficiency.  I will try to find it for a future post.

Adults with ADHD can become warn out with people who ask, “Didn’t you see the sign?” And we are probably asked that question more than most. I now rest in the comfort that most people didn’t see the gorilla and they probably won’t see the sign either. People who ask that question will probably ask that question a lot and, who knows, maybe they just like to feel smug about it and that’s why they put up the sign and then repeatedly ask people, “Didn’t you see the sign?”

Sometimes I can have some fun with it and the dialogue goes like this:

“Didn’t you see the sign?”
“What sign?”
“That sign.”
“You mean this sign?”
“Yes, that sign.”
“No I didn’t see it. Was I supposed to?”
“Of course you were supposed to. Why do you think I put it there?”
“I don’t know. Why did you put it there?”
“I put it there because I want people to (whatever the sign says).”
“Then why wouldn’t you put it where I could see it?”
“I did.”
“Well obviously you didn’t or I would have seen it.”

Try it next time. At the very least you will make the sign person angry, or hopefully embarrassed but I’ll bet you won’t be shamed by the question, “Didn’t you see the sign?”

I was reminded of it yesterday when I was watching a rerun of Awakenings on television…you know the movie in which Robin Williams plays a physician called Dr. Sayer but the movie is based on the book by the same name written by Dr. Oliver Sacks.  In the movie (and I presume the book) Robin Williams’ character is working in a mental hospital (in the language of the time) and he is in charge of a section with patients who were all catatonic states as a result of an influenza epidemic in the 1920’s.  They are totally none reactive but at one point he discovers they can catch tennis balls if they are thrown in their direction.  They can also dance.  Williams’ character guesses when asked how they can do this and he responds that it is if they can borrow another person’s will.  When I read the suggestion for getting difficult chores done, I wondered if that was what the mechanism was that made this work, if it wa not possible to borrow the body double’s will. If you have ADHD, or even if you just have trouble doing chores, try it and let me know what happens.

Also interesting, in the movie, the patients gain a temporary reprieve when the doctor administers L-Dopa to them.  He describes L-Dopa as synthetic dopamine, which at the time was used with patients with Parkinson’s Disease.  Drugs that increase amounts of dopamine or prevent it’s reuptake are common medications for ADHD

What has changed? It was a little book known as the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, now in its fourth version. This DSM-IV, used by most physicians and health care workers in North America, categorizes disorders by symptomology and with it comes a rather novel idea in the world of mental health and this is the concept that if you don’t have symptoms–you don’t have the disorder. This means, for example, if you have been diagnosed with ADHD and you work in a high stimulation environment, say as a firefighter, and don’t exhibit symptoms, technically you don’t have ADHD. You can, of course, at some point have symptoms and then you once again have ADHD. But the diagnosis is not something that is going to be with you for the rest of your life nor is it your defining characteristic. The label is separate from the individual.

A few months ago I interviewed the Director of the Learning Center at one of Canada’s most prestigious independent schools and she told me she tells students with a diagnosis that they own the label and are free to use it as they will. At the time, I remember appreciating the simplicity and innate compassion in what she said.

But what am I getting at here? It is this–the DSM-IV has taken the witch doctoring out of psychiatric treatment by removing all the psycho-analytic terms from common practice, and it has made the labelling process, and the shame that can go with it, temporary and practical. The primary purpose of the DSM in the first place was not to create labels for patients but to create a common language amongst mental health practitioners.

The manual is not new.  It has been around in some form or other since 1950 but now it is employed by almost everyone in the field, at least in North America.  And in Europe, there is a similar tool known as the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems.

New ideas about neuroplasticity mean that there are now effective and permanent treatments from many disorders, acquired and innate.  Finally, we have been freed from this notion that if you have a mental disorder, the best you can hope for is symptom alleviation.  Now you can be made well and whole again.  A diagnosis is no longer a label for life but the beginning of a treatment program leading to a cure.

My memories of the time were of being frightened all the time but that is somewhat untrue. When I was actually running the course I was fine. It was only after, or before, when I thought about it that I was fearful. What I neglected to remember was that when on the course I probably did better than the rest of my troop.

Quite a few years late I was still convinced that I was a coward, and I had lots of help from the military in coming to that conclusion. One day on a driving vacation I, left the car and was walking down a path at an Amythist mine in Northern Ontario along with an animal control officer that I had run into in the parking lot. As we walked, he allowed that he was there to check out a potentially rabid dog owned by the people who looked after the property. There was no-one else there as the mine was closed and, although it was normally open to tourists, it was end of season and it was closed As he was telling me about the dog on the property that had attacked a tourist, suddenly the dog, a huge German Shepherd, appeared and came running down the path towards us. The animal control officer stepped in front of me raising his metal clipboard, and shouted at me to get behind him. I didn’t need to be asked twice.

What unfolded in the next few minutes turned out to be an important insight into how my brain worked in an emergency leading to the subsequent conclusion that I was anything but a coward. Or perhaps more accurately I was only a coward when I was thinking about something scary. When it actually happened I was fine–more than fine. The dog charged us and the officer hit it on the snout with the metal clipboard and then hit it again before the dog backed off. We continued on down the road because the officer wanted to check with the dog’s owners but it was soon apparent they were not home and the dog was now getting louder and more threatening. The officer told me to pick up a handful of gravel and if the dog got around him, to throw them in the dog’s face. I did as I was told and then once again the dog charged. This time there was no barking and growling. The dog ran straight at us and the officer threw the gravel into its face. It whimpered and ran back to the house. We then walked backwards, as per the officer’s instructions back down the road all the way to the parking lot and then went our separate ways. It wasn’t until half an hour later when I had driven to a tourist information office and stopped to make a phone call at the pay phone and reached out to dial that I realized I was shaking. During the whole time in the confrontation with the dog my mind seemed to be running in slow motion assessing the situation, going over my option. I seemed perfectly calm. That’s what happens to my mind in an emergency.

I have heard people say that ADHD brains run faster. They seem to but I have also heard from more reputable sources that they actually run slower and it seems faster as a result. It’s a bit like film or video. If you want to the image to move slower, in slow motion if you will, you don’t lower the number of frames per second, you actually increase it.

At first I thought that because of the way my brain behaved, I was brave and sometimes when I watch movies on television and the protagonists get into trouble and fall apart in the situation, I feel angry and critical. But I am not really brave and I have no right to judge how others react to danger because, in my case I know that it’s all about brain chemistry and how my brain reacts to emergencies. It is not a conscious decision. I know that heroes will say that it’s not about whether they were afraid or not. They were afraid and they took the appropriate action anyway.

The subjects were 25 children with ADHD. The study is the latest from the team of Joni Holmes Ph.D and Susan Gathercole Ph.D who have been performing independent research examining the impact of Cogmed training on subjects with ADHD and working memory problems.

I have never forgotten this and although I can still do a number on myself over some mistake or misplaced object, I rarely let someone else get away with it. My reply to the mutual friend was simply, “Whether I got it from him before or not is irrelevant. What I said was that I don’t have it now.”

My close friends know that this sort of statement means the issue is closed, certainly as far as I’m concerned but the odd one, usually someone who doesn’t know me well will persist. It happened to me a few weeks ago. Someone whom I have known for a long time but not well asked me to ask another mutual friend to call him when I saw him next. I stated that I would not remember. He persisted, more-or-less along the referred guilt path with a statement like, “What do you mean you won’t remember?”

I replied, “I don’t know how I can make it any clearer. I wont remember.”

He still wasn’t buying it and said, “Okay I’ll call you and remind you.”

Now I had him and I knew as sure as I knew I wouldn’t remember the first message that he wouldn’t remember to call to remind me and sure enough he didn’t.

I don’t really get angry in these circumstances…unless pressed. At least I have stopped getting angry, for the most part, at myself. Oh it does happen occasionally but it passes quickly but not nearly as quickly as any referred guilt from someone else. I guess you could say this is my contribution to my own self esteem and when I am diligent about it, it works.

I remembered the psychologist who did a complete psycho neurological, psycho-educational assessment after I had failed my second year in university, who told me that I had the intellectual capability to be successful in any course of action I should choice and in any educational program I might choose. I asked what she meant and she replied that I could study medicine, law, architecture, physics…anything. However, she had also picked up indications that there something quite wrong and recommended that I spent some time and effort finding out what that was. I didn’t. I was so relieved to find out that I wasn’t an idiot, not that they would have had the knowledge back then to find out anyway.

On yeah I had gone to night school and slowly, painstakingly acquired a bachelor’s degree in journalism, and then completed the BA at the university from which I had been debarred years before but these were not difficult programs and I still had trouble with them.

I realized, gradually, that most of the major choices in my life had not been made by me but by the disorders, ADD and the social anxiety subsequently diagnosed. I had jobs instead of a career. I had not chosen to stay single, to not raise a family, to not own property. I had not chosen to live most of my life alone. These things had been forced on me either by ADD or by social anxiety. Of course I also realized that there were thousands, maybe millions of people on the planet who would change places with me in an instant but quite frankly it didn’t make it any easier. It wasn’t about the quality of life, the opportunities or even about having a choice. It was about being deprived of the power of choice.

It cost me—mentally, emotionally and eventually financially. I filed for personal bankruptcy and spent too much of my time in regret for things that never were.

It took a few years, but then the medication, I was on both a stimulant and an antidepressant, began to work. I started to follow some of the other suggestions I had received, like taking a martial art and I came to terms with the past and began to look to the future…