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[This Year's December Days Theme is Community, and all the forms that it takes. If you have some suggestions about what communities I'm part of (or that you think I'm part of) that would be worth a look, let me know in the comments.]
( A Twice Exceptional Child )
Getting diagonsed and getting meds has been very helpful to me. I still have all of my maladaptive reactions to when my variable attention gets me, even sometimes with the medication on target, because explanations are not necessarily excuses, and sometimes the way to get through a situation is to apologize profusely and self-flagellate. I have a better way of knowing what I need to succeed at things, and what to ask for when someone asks me to help with a thing or to take on a task that cannot be done immediately. And the meds do help for keeping the focus in place and moving from task to task, when it's necessary to do so. But there's still the young child who wants things to be easier and to have more structure in their life…or less responsibility, so that when the variable attention strikes, nothing big or terrible is lost by it. The kid who wants to be able to effortlessly excel at the things that are put in front of them and not to have to confront the things that aren't in their wheelhouse. The adult who is doing pretty good for themselves and holding down the fort is still unsure about whether they're actually managing it in this world, and is terrified that things will once again go off the rails because other people have stopped trying to understand and are instead trying to ensure conformity to a specific neurotypical way of work. Because the medication helps, not cures. You could probably hit me with a very strong dose of the medication, and it would still only help, rather than cure.
So, yes, I'm one of the growing ranks of the neuroatypical, and I'm managing the best I can, with the tools I have at my disposal. It's a community I might not have wanted to consciously choose, but since I'm here, I may as well make the best of it, and do what I can to help myself and others through their neuroatypicalities as well.
( A Twice Exceptional Child )
Getting diagonsed and getting meds has been very helpful to me. I still have all of my maladaptive reactions to when my variable attention gets me, even sometimes with the medication on target, because explanations are not necessarily excuses, and sometimes the way to get through a situation is to apologize profusely and self-flagellate. I have a better way of knowing what I need to succeed at things, and what to ask for when someone asks me to help with a thing or to take on a task that cannot be done immediately. And the meds do help for keeping the focus in place and moving from task to task, when it's necessary to do so. But there's still the young child who wants things to be easier and to have more structure in their life…or less responsibility, so that when the variable attention strikes, nothing big or terrible is lost by it. The kid who wants to be able to effortlessly excel at the things that are put in front of them and not to have to confront the things that aren't in their wheelhouse. The adult who is doing pretty good for themselves and holding down the fort is still unsure about whether they're actually managing it in this world, and is terrified that things will once again go off the rails because other people have stopped trying to understand and are instead trying to ensure conformity to a specific neurotypical way of work. Because the medication helps, not cures. You could probably hit me with a very strong dose of the medication, and it would still only help, rather than cure.
So, yes, I'm one of the growing ranks of the neuroatypical, and I'm managing the best I can, with the tools I have at my disposal. It's a community I might not have wanted to consciously choose, but since I'm here, I may as well make the best of it, and do what I can to help myself and others through their neuroatypicalities as well.
