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Whatever You Do, DON'T GIVE UP
I spent 35 years of my life wondering why I was the way I was............and despite pushing through some successes, I was miserable on myself. Nothing I did was good enough -- even in a moment of success, my comment to myself was "well, if you had just done <insert task here>, you would have been so much better".
I would lay in bed at night and hear the conversation I had with myself -- every stupid thing that came out of my mouth was analyzed and over analyzed. Every little mistake I made was placed under the microscope so I could eventually find another way to berate myself. I vowed every day to change -- to do better -- to be different -- to not look like a dumba$$ -- to not forget stuff -- to get up and get things accomplished -- to -- to -- to. And then that night, every thing that stayed the same was subject to my unrelenting hatred of myself.
And, even if it wasn't my fault -- it was my fault. My son was having behavior issues in school -- it was my fault because I must not be a good mother or he wouldn't do that. Husband and kids were arguing about something -- it was my fault because I work night shift and if I was there in the evening then they wouldn't have to stress each other out so I should take a position where I would be miserable just to be there for them. Husband was frustrated with me because I forgot something -- it was my fault, but maybe he would be better off and happier if I wasn't here (in the relationship) to cause him frustration like this. NOT GOOD PATTERNS OF THOUGHT! Or the best one yet: He thinks my son is ADD, it must be my fault -- I must be a horrible mother -- I must have really screwed things up for him with my non-structure view of babyrearing and now he is screwed up -- I have set him up to be a failure -- how can this be, I have a college eduction, a major is psychology, graduated magna cum laude for heavens sake!!!!! If he is put on meds or diagnosed, it will ruin his life. THAT WAS THEN!
So, we take him to the Dr and find that he is ADHD. Counseling and medication -- and he is making great improvements. That was a year ago. Now.......me.........my son is telling me that I'm doing the same things that he was doing before medications. Difficulty focusing, difficulty staying on task..............feeling overwhelmed at little things...........I got called out by my son! What a great mom I am -- NOT! What a great person I am -- NOT! I'm just a schmuck -- I should be amazed at even being able to breathe on my own on a daily basis! So, how do I save face with this one? I should know better...........I work in mental health..................
So, I do some research. I mention it to my son's doctor when we are leaving his appointment. He smiles and says, "I'll be glad to see you. I was wondering how long it would take. It's a common thing -- but we will figure it out together." I wanted to hug the man! He put his hand on my shoulder and I left the office trying not to let the tears overrun my eyes before I could get to the car.
A week later, I am back in his office. Not condescending. Not judgemental. Factual -- and logical -- and showing/telling me without coming out and telling me that he too is ADD/ADHD. WOW! A hugely respected man in his position and I have THIS in common. We talk -- not clinical crap -- we talk. It's clinical -- but it doesn't feel like it. It's comfortable. No cliche "helping tips" -- I know what they are -- it's getting down to use them. He writes me a prescription. Nothing complicated. He gives me a notebook to carry in my purse -- just like the one I carry in my pocket at work. (Does this mean cops are ADD/ADHD -- because we carry that little notebook to write stuff down in and are completely LOST when we don't have it????) He has me write down some books and suggests I get them on tape. Truthfully, I love to read and it's my hyperfocus time -- so, the books are good. He makes sure I understand everything he has said and walks me to the waiting room. He puts his arm around my shoulder as a sideways squeeze and says with the most sincerity I have ever heard "I'm glad you are here!"
So I go to the book store -- and $65 later, I have some books. 3 to read and a workbook. I realize now why the dr wanted me to read them for my son before -- BECAUSE I WOULD SEE MYSELF!!!!! Finally, questions answered. Now, what do I do??? Take the medications -- and there is a difference. Do the workbook (10 Days to Self Esteem Workbook) and rather than making excuses, be real damn honest with myself.
Then I find that there are people already around me who are ADD/ADHD! Teach me about lists -- which is easy because I need logical order. But they teach me not only about making them -- but when to make them and how to ensure that I accomplish them. I work on changing my all or nothing thinking -- because that is so judgemental and self-defeatist and I didn't even realize. I appropriate my son's unused student planner calendar that was replaced by a cooler one from his teacher and start using it. I put the most important things in the calendar in my phone with reminder alarms (I can't wait til I get my iPhone because the calendar and stuff is way way way cooler than what I have here). In less than 30 days, I have accomplished so much on my master list that it isn't even funny. I have been better able to stick to my diet and stuff -- and I have lost 10 lbs. I have had time to spend with my kids -- because it's ok for me now to say that the order says that helping with homework is not cleaning the kitchen while they do homework. Quality time is not being in the same room and surfing the internet and listening to them talk. I set all the clocks in my house and car ahead by 15 minutes and I have added an additional 15 minutes on the time I think it will take to get up, get ready, leave, and get there. Then I have to be wary the distractions -- which the meds make it easier to keep in check.
I'm by no means "cured" or "perfect"! I have my days -- where I'm irritable, where things bother me, where I say stupid crap, where I don't feel like getting stuff done, where I forget things........but there are improvements that I can see, that others can see, and that most of all my ADHD son can see. At 10 and 35 we are ok with holding each other accountable (where applicable), cheering on success (the "told you so" dance is actually not as annoying as it once was and when you earn it, it's sweet!), sharing frustrations about stuff (having to do directly with ADHD), and helping my husband and other son understand.
I have come to these realizations: I am probably responsible for my son having ADHD. I will never be my mother -- all organized and on task. I have successful coping mechanisms that have helped me out through my life. I am not nor will I ever be perfect. I am my own worst critic. I will not treat myself more critically than I would my best friend. I will not say things to myself that I wouldn't say to my best friend. Writing things on paper helps me to see it in a different way -- i will not be afraid to put things on paper. I will count my successes today and plan for my successes tomorrow -- I WILL NOT dwell on failures from yesterday nor will plan for them tomorrow. I will be my childrens role model for how to handle things like this -- they will see the successes and failures. I don't want them to live through the thoughts and crap that I have and if I don't SHOW them and TALK to them about it -- I am merely setting them up for that and they may not be as successful as I have been in dealing with it.
I can beat myself up over my marriage and my family -- but bottom line, my husband adores me because of and in spite of who I am. And I see him the same way. It's not about deserving -- it's about imperfect humans having imperfect relationships with imperfect humans. My children need me -- they need to see me fail and they need to see me succeed. They need to see me afraid, confident, happy, sad, frustrated, irritated, hurt, exuberant, content, logical, emotional -- because if they don't, then I truly haven't done my job as a parent.
I only thought that my life was a roller coaster -- it's just nowt that I gotten through the line and gotten on the train. What a ride this is gonna be.
And now for reality -- I have been doing this instead of picking up the garage for the party tonight. I had some panic about it last night because it was overwhelming.......and it still is which is why I'm avoiding it. But -- no longer. I'm taking my pad to make my list.........follow the list and mark stuff off. Nobody here to supervise, to direct, to help, to keep me on track. This will be a success -- because I have decided it NOW!
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