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Wednesday, 24 December 2008 at 9:42 AM | Author: bishop

I sat in the parking garage this morning and cried. I’m not so sure it was frustration as it was relief. I had been thinking about today’s Hump Day posting and how I could express anything at all that I felt inside, the events that led up to today, or anything that really matters to me at the moment. I thought, “I’m afraid to breathe. I’m afraid to move. I’m afraid that I’ll wake up and this will all be a bad dream.” And how many times I’ve wished that I would wake up and this would all be a very bad dream. My soul has been ripped apart by selfishness. My light has been darkened by deception. My love has been smothered to death by spite.

But there is hope in the breaking dawn.

And then I heard this on the radio …

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here

I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself
Lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before

The irony was as amusing as it was painful.

And I lost it on the final verse pulling into the parking garage, but I knew the direction I needed to go today.

Afraid to Breathe

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face and a trepidation in my heart. Was it real? Was it over? If I breathe will it dislodge this truce or peace or whatever it is that just happened? Could I trust my assumptions based on the observations of evidence or was it merely another deceptive calm before another violent storm?

I’m paralyzed but yet not comatose. Did I make my point finally? Was I clear enough? My intents are honorable even if the results could be wildly misunderstood[1]. But if I open my mouth to breathe, will that all blow away? Will it just be another episode in a season of bad reruns?[2]

Water GoalsIs it safe to admit that I’m still afraid to breathe? I’ve been gasping for air for so long, that the chill in the night air cuts through my soul and leaves me bitter and cold. But there is a warmth in the knowledge of freedom. The blood begins to circulate again. The scent of love hangs ever so loosely in the air like a potpourri of variety and humanity, of passion and possibility, of safety and new experience.

Dared to Move

Wood GoalsI’m glad she has a new family for the holidays. No one deserves to be alone and without family. We are spending our time, starting today, with old friends and new friends and, over the rest of the holidays, the core of our possibilities. We are living our future-now. We are creating that future-now, minute by minute, day by day, even moment by moment. Jinx was sitting at the door this morning putting on his shoes as I came in from walking Zoe. He looked up at me with the biggest grin and said, “I love you, Dad! I had a great dream last night about you and me and Zoe going on vacation together.”[3] It just doesn’t get any better than this. He is excited about tonight. He’s excited about tomorrow morning. He’s excited about ice skating on Friday[4]. He’s excited because he’s decided that his mind is a T-Rex and his soul/spirit is a Velociraptor. I just wish I could remember what conversation precipitated that decision on his part. He is child: hear him roar.

But now what? If I have been truly handed my wish here, now what? Am I truly, now, beholden to no-one? Could this be real? Finally?

Metal GoalsI know, first, that we will memorialize this day[5] next year by burning four reams of paper and moving forward into Year One[6] without defenses, without weapons, and without the terror of betrayal hanging over our heads. But where I thought I used to trust easily enough, I have learned to be suspicious of everything, of everyone, of every movement that is not my own. I will hold my swords in check for the moment until I am secure in my own mind that this is not merely another illusion woven to pacify the rage. Should I be betrayed again, it will be the last time and I will bring both of them down so hard and so fast it will sever all connections permanently and without recourse. For now, though, I have hope of a future peace and reconciliation—though I am quite sure that it will be very different than I had originally hoped. There might even be an opening for friends. Only time will tell should this future-now remain intact as it stands today.

I know, second, that I’ve been handed a gift. A very precious gift. No matter what anyone will say—and I have heard it all—I am grateful for this. I am humbled by this opportunity. No. Admittedly, this is not what I had in mind for the rest of my life nor what I had in plan for my life. But it is what it is and I accept that I am both an jackass over this and a very passionate father who would do anything to protect his child. I can only regret that I was not this passionate and this insistent over Ian. I should have listened. I should have done the right thing then. And it should be absolutely no surprise to anyone that I would not make the same mistake twice.

But if this is truly real, if this is truly happening the way I asked, then I have twice the burden of responsibility because now I’m faced with the responsibility of truly sharing the life of a child with others in ways that are daunting and difficult and open to incredible amounts of criticism. Am I doing things right? Am I holding his best interests at heart? Am I ensuring that our life remains an open book, hell or high water, paradise or prosperity? Will we get slaughtered every time we stumble or hurt ourselves trying to climb another mountain? Will we ever hear praise for our successes and our happiness no matter how that is found?

We will not hide from anyone.

But we have set our eyes on the east, accepted the dare, and have begun to move again.

And what a glorious ecstasy it will be when we can see the sun through the first rays of morning and the ocean of experience is wide open for exploration and rest.

A Reluctant Dream Backup Plan Within a Dream

I’ve always known that I wanted a child to raise on my own, beholden to no-one, solitary and yet never really alone. Women have always been just a temporary expedient to that goal.

Until I met her: that One that would alter my life forever and change my worldview so dramatically that one might suggest that I’ve lost my religion over and over again because of her. I’ve compromised more in my life for her than for any other reason. She was the dream of a reality that I never knew existed until I was living that reality in her arms and in her heart.

And then my dream of being a single father turned into a reluctant backup plan in the case of disaster that I thought could never happen. Bumps and bruises, scrapes and sprains: all part of a relationship that is ever evolving and growing and pushing the boundaries of the possible.

I was wrong.

And now here I sit with a reluctant backup plan in my hands reshaping that dream from a nightmare that I didn’t even see coming. Hindsight is 20/20, to be sure, but I was blindsided by the trauma and forced into a corner to fight back with tooth and with nail.

Metal GoalsBut this is a precious child here. And I have an awesome responsibility now, alone, to do the right thing and raise him so that everyone is proud of the way he turns out. I can no longer point a finger and say, “… just like your mother.” I can no longer point a finger and say,  “… fucked up role models.” I can no longer point a finger and say, “… bad behavior of others at home.” I can no longer point a finger and say, “… not my doing.” They say that one should be careful what they wish for. No shit, right? But this is my original dream in motion. I accept the good and the bad, the ups and the downs, the successes and the failures. I accept this wholeheartedly.

How Jinx turns out in life will be my indictment as a parent—for better or for worse—and no one else’s.

I can live with that.

And I am grateful for this gift I’ve been handed with trust and love (whether or not it’s seen as such by anyone else, I see it that way) and will honor this gift as best I can.

Namaste.

innervox

  1. … or even maligned by the wrong impressions or wrong interpretations or just malicious mischief of the malevolent []
  2. There is a reason why I consider those who have more television hours than literary hours to be substandard individuals. Literature opens the mind no matter how many times you reread something. Television merely offers never-ending reruns of canned laughter and unimpressive drama which is then played out in real life as if some kind of template for reality. []
  3. This is significant, to me at least, in that he had his first nightmare in the apartment night before last. []
  4. Granted, I’m going to have to wipe out my savings again because I just don’t make enough to pay all this crap that I was left with to pay alone. But I’ll manage. I know people with less resources and worse paychecks doing just fine. Once we get rid of some of the carry-over debt from R/ED™ we’ll be just fine. But most of that is what is actually killing my funds. Well, that—and the awful timing of when bills actually hit. A budget looks great on paper and would be awesome if one could just pay everything one time a month, all at the same time, and be done with it. But that’s not how things work. Though I do wonder if it’s possible to contact everyone that wants to get paid and rearrange billing dates so that it is the same date every single month …? Hmm… It might mean having to pay a little extra one month to catch up or something, but I wonder …! []
  5. Actually, it would be 12 December. []
  6. We enter, right now, our Year Zero. []
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Tuesday, 23 December 2008 at 10:12 AM | Author: bishop

Wood GoalsSomeone asked about my personal goals—I forget who now if it was [she who cannot be named due to the funky husband situation] or Angelus—but the drastic changes that I’ve made in the last several months in order to find some happiness in my life included losing quite a bit of weight. To date, I’ve lost a full total of 28 pounds since September, but I’ve gained 4 of those back due to a lack of self-control during these holiday weeks. We actually eat better now than before. Except last week. I have been seriously overwhelmed with exhaustion. I have no ability for a break—not that I’m complaining, mind you: I’m fine and wouldn’t have this any other way (well, maybe one other way but that’s fucked up now beyond repair or even peace apparently)—and my stress levels are at an all-time high. Okay. That’s not fair. My stress levels bounce a great deal. Just about the time I think I might be able to breathe, calm down, settle down my own angst, and move on quietly, I get shit on all over again, poked at, ripped apart, and it starts all over again.

I need help that I can’t afford. LOL! Seriously.

Anyway. All about me here.

I spent some time looking for pictures. Personally speaking, I just don’t see much change. Maybe that’s the pictures themselves, but I know what people say. And I know what I see in the mirror. And there is dramatic change here that is seen mostly in the face (but does translate elsewhere too: promise!). I’m not exactly proud of these pictures, but I’m only doing this to show the change—assuming others can see it too. And, no, these aren’t glamour shots so, they are what they are. Deal with it. Over and above the body image thing—which is, admittedly, more important to me than it probably should be—my health has dramatically improved with the weight loss. Stress hasn’t helped any, but losing that much weight has been a tremendous help.

So here are the pics. I did small thumbnails on purpose. Just click to enlarge if interested.

June 08

June 08

August 2008

August 08

September 2008

September 08

October 08

October 08

November 2008

November 08

December 08

December 08

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Tuesday, 16 December 2008 at 10:55 AM | Author: bishop

First, let’s just get this out in the open: Texas Drivers Suck. The roads are all knotted up, of course, because there’s a little ice on the road. Big deal. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I slid around a couple times too. Not a lot, mind you, but I felt it. But I know how to drive. Period.

Watched this chick turn from the wrong lane under an underpass and cut off a rig. Stupid, stupid woman. That truck could crush you. And it should have.

Stupid fucking drivers.

As a quick note here in the middle of this: I’m not really sure why some of the images are not showing up in posts when viewed from the RSS feeds. If that happens, you’ll just have to hit the site to see them until I can figure out the root cause. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause some. I’ll be working on this problem this week.

Water GoalsI have definitely been invited to be knotty for New Years. I’m considering both options on the table. Given that I’m not really a drinker—and seeing how alcohol utterly burned my family to the ground without blinking I’m not inclined to run that course too openly—I may have to narrow some options down. Admittedly, though, the whole liquid courage thing has its appeal. I’ve been focused and dedicated to a single person ideal for so long that it’s very difficult for me to even entertain the idea that I’m supposed to feel something toward these humans around me. I don’t like people, generally speaking. But I’ve adapted in order to provide my child with some semblance of a real life with other people. And, I have to admit that I’m finding that I don’t mind the little people so much after all (and having suddenly been introduced to a whole mess of intelligent individuals and loving new friends truly has helped a great deal too!). I still have a phobia here, but conquering fear is only one more thing I have to accomplish in life to find my lost wholeness again. I gave my life and love to R/ED™ in both trust and fear, and she burned them down for little more reason than to watch the pretty, flickering colors. Trusting people wasn’t the easiest thing in the world before: now it’s ten times harder. But I’m actively working to overcome that immediately and bounce rather than sit back in the darkness and brood.

That said: we invited Angelus to go with us to the Winter SolstiCelebration and that’s a go. It is quite possible that this could change most of the New Year’s plans on the face of it. I’m not planning … I’m just saying …

Wood GoalsIs it safe to admit to butterflies? I don’t like meeting new people[1]. It’s scary. Granted, it’s only scary for the first thirty seconds, but still … really … it’s the road to that first thirty seconds that is the mental nightmare. =)

Wood GoalsMy back and neck are all knotted up, that’s for sure. I think it is, in part, the weather. But the last two days has been very unkind to my spine. I think some of it is stress (and the release of stress in some ways) that is just twisting things up. I really need to get good, deep massage. Anyone know of a really cheep free massage person that can really work out the knots and toxins and crap all over? On top of that I know that I’ve gained some pounds back and that’s frustrating. I’ve been doing okay, but I really think that the whole month of Halloween candy (and I was really good about that!) and the sudden influx of Giftmas candy (and especially since people seem to think that Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups are a good thing to give to a RPBCaholic!) is just killing every ounce of will-power in me. Between my knees and the cold, my planned training program has been delayed until I can figure out a better solution. I do have an opportunity here to finish out my last year at Bally’s totally free. I may take them up on that. Jinx wants back into their daycare anyway. Not sure why, though, since I’d be going after work not after I pick him up. *shrug*

Wood GoalsI’m already thinking forward to the next major holiday. I’d say that it was Candlemas, but so many people don’t actually recognize it[2]. The next major one people see is Valentine’s Day. I’m pretty damn sure that I won’t have an adult Valentine this year, so I’m going to work on finding something kid-friendly instead. Personally speaking, of course, anyone who only expresses that level of passion at Valentine’s is an idiot. LOL!

Not really a lot to be knotted up about today. Not really. I’d rather be at home, in front of a fire, reading a book or being knotty, taking things easy and warm.

But I’m knot. Heh.

I know. I crack myself up!

Anyway. Yeah. Yeah. Hopefully 2009 will be a bit more knotty so that Tuesdays can actually have something to talk about. LOL! Until then, oh well .. :lol:

innervox

  1. And for those narcissistic to want to know, yes, I had butterflies when I met Jez and when Jinx and I met [censored due to her whacked out significant other]. I see no reason why I would be any different with Angelus. New people scare me. Period. []
  2. We might do something for the Feast of Lights that is neat. I want to start moving into teaching Jinx the traditions behind many of these seasonal times. I just don’t know that he has the attention span for most of them nor that I have the patience still to pull it all off by myself. []
Friday, 28 November 2008 at 7:55 PM | Author: bishop
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  This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series Dealing with ADHD

I realize that many of these appear to be aimed at the non-ADD partner—and they are—but it is in understanding the required activity of the non-ADD partner that someone like me—the ADD partner—can find the way out of the darkness[1]. But when one or both partners in a marriage (or other living situation) has ADD, it is important to understand the couple dynamics and the treatment process. Here are important issues to consider:

  • Have empathy for the ADD person and try to see the world through his or her eyes of frustration and failure.
  • Go to at least some appointments with the doctor together.
  • Both partners need clear education on ADD, its genetic roots, how it impacts couples, and its treatment.
  • After the initial diagnosis [or reevaluation], take a step back from the chronic turmoil that may have been present in the relationship. Look at your relationship from a new perspective and, if need be, try to start over.
  • Set up regular times for talking and checking in.
  • Keep lists to avoid resentments for chores and tasks not done.
  • Assume the best about the other person.
  • Set clear goals for each area of your life together and review them on a regular basis. Evaluate whether your behavior is getting you what you want. When you know what you want, you are much more able to make it happen.
  • Set clear individual goals and share them with each other. Then look for ways to help the other person reach his or her own personal goals.
  • Avoid stereotyped roles of “caretaker” and “sick one.”
  • Talk out issues concerning sex, in a kind and caring manner.
  • Frequently check in with each other during social gatherings to determine the comfort level of each partner.
  • Get away alone together on a regular basis. This is especially important when there are ADD kids in the family.
  • Work together in parenting children. Children with ADD put a tremendous strain on relationships. This is magnified even further when one of the parents has ADD. See yourselves as partners, not adversaries.
  • Praise each other ten times more than you criticize.
  • Get rid of the smelly bucket of fish (hurts from the past) that you carry around. Many couples hold on to old hurts and use them to torture each other months to years later. These “smelly fish” are destructive and stink up a relationship. Clean them out of your life.

I could sit here and bold or asterisk the lines that kick me directly in the nuts. However, we’d be here all night trying to explain why one or another is pertinent to my own life and relationships. But, every single one of these, in fact, could have saved my relationship both if I had known them explicitly in such a manner and if she had taken the time to actually understand the difficulties of ADHD beyond the way it affects a child—and even then she wasn’t always so clear. It was so much easier to just replace the relationship and leave the problem for someone else. So typical for non-ADD partners. Run away rather than repair and rebuild.

The national average for divorce of ADD individuals is 20% higher than non-ADD individuals. It is almost always (statistics range from 72% to 99% depending on which studies you use) the non-ADD partner that leaves out of frustration and 86% of those never attempted any kind of therapy. And, quite frankly, merely what is listed above doesn’t take a rocket scientist (or a shrink) to work through together if both partners can come to a reasonable understanding that (A) change must happen, (B) both must put into this together in a committed way, and (C) they are accountable to each other for the mental and emotional health of their relationship.

innervox

  1. I feel that so many of these little “tips” could have held the basis for both resolving the issues and rebuilding for a future in this past relationship. Alas, at least now I will be prepared for the next one, if there is one. Many of these I think I knew from an intuitive position, but to see them written out like this has been a major slap in the face for me. If I could have seen this in such a clear manner before, much of this I could have self-corrected. Sometimes, really, it just takes the patience of a real partner to get through the troubled times and figure out new ways of handling the problems. But we are Happy Meals to be tossed away when the toy doesn’t meet our expectations, and so many of us who have difficulties beyond mere pathetic conversation in a bar to get laid are left in the darkness of our own minds. []
Friday, 28 November 2008 at 11:02 AM | Author: bishop
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  This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series Dealing with ADHD

I’m working through many of these and will begin to implement the rest through the end of the year and the start of 2009. It’s not that these are really something unique. They really apply to any child, I guess. But they are definitely rules and approaches to life in our home that I haven’t enforced or applied with any regularity. And that’s my fault.

But the even more interesting thing about these rules is (A) how closely they relate to the values and virtues as presented to Jinx (and me) through the seven Principles of Unitarian-Universalism and (B) how much these should apply to any relationship between adults as well (though there are, admittedly, a couple of obvious changes that would have to be made).

Family Rules

TELL THE TRUTH

TREAT EACH OTHER WITH RESPECT
(which means no yelling, no hitting, no kicking, no name calling, and no putting down.)

NO ARGUING WITH PARENTS
(As parents, we want and value your input and ideas, but arguing means you have made your point more than twice.)

RESPECT EACH OTHER’S PROPERTY
(which means we ask permission to use something that does not belong to us.)

DO WHAT MOM AND DAD SAY THE FIRST TIME
(without complaining or throwing a fit.)

ASK PERMISSION BEFORE YOU GO SOMEWHERE

PUT THINGS AWAY THAT YOU TAKE OUT

LOOK FOR WAYS TO BE KIND AND HELPFUL TO EACH OTHER


These rules set the tone and “values” for the family. They clearly state that there is a line of authority at home, and that it is expected that children will follow the rules and respect their parents, their siblings, and the family’s property. These are good social expectations and teachings. When you tell someone what you expect, you’re much more likely to get it.

In establishing expectations at home, it’s often important to use visual clues, such as pictures or short printed directions, since people with ADD may have trouble processing verbal input, especially in a noisy environment. Writing expectations down also has the advantage of being able to refer to it later when the ADD person denies that you ever told him or her about it.

All of these falls within the five steps to shaping positive behavior.

  1. Define the desired and undesirable behaviors specifically.
  2. Establish a baseline period.
  3. Communicate the rules and expectations clearly.
  4. Reward desired behavior.
  5. Give clear, unemotional consequences for the negative behavior.

My next entry on this series will be about adult relationships, specifically, but I think these steps work for adults as well.

Friday, 28 November 2008 at 9:30 AM | Author: bishop

If some people knew how much I’m biting my tongue to not start comparing … *sigh* never mind. I’d probably get a medal for being such a good boy today. But then some wonder why I respond to certain stimuli the way I do. Ugh.

As is, I’m much, much too sick today to do much more than whine. I’m worse today than yesterday. I feel like someone turned my stomach inside out and decided to tattoo “fuck you” every four centimeters. If this is the flu, it’s a weird strain. I still think it’s food poisoning. And bad too. The cramps are disabling in a way that is just not funny.

Jinx, on the other hand, is being so amazingly helpful that he’s even brought me hot chocolate in bed—without me asking for it. Whoa!

And did I mention I thought I broke my toe? I probably didn’t, but it sure looks and feels like it.

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Thursday, 27 November 2008 at 8:55 PM | Author: bishop

Wood GoalsJinx and I did Turkey Day at our church. It would seem that it is a yearly tradition to do a pot luck at the church and while I thought it was geared more toward singles and just the randoms in the church that might not have a lot (or any) family in the area, it turned out that there were quite a few families that showed up too. Overall, I’d say about 50-60 people. And the food ranged from regular turkey to tequila-lime turkey to mashed potatoes to tofu and mushrooms to vegan salads and other dishes. I was totally blown away by not only the diversity of food but of people that attended. There was an above average noticeable presence of those wearing pentagrams—make of that what you will—and the lack of friction at all between the more “normal” (is there even such a word among UUs?) individuals and the pagans earth-centered spirituality individuals was equally as noticeable. It was quite amazing.

And, oh, how the wine flowed. LOL! Okay. Actually, more coffee and tea flowed, but wine was in abundance as well.

Fire GoalsI asked Jinx what was his favorite part of the whole afternoon at the pot luck and he said, “All of it, dad. It was all good.” And it was too. I think we’ve finally found a place we are comfortable enough to call our spiritual home for a while. It’s definitely a spiritual community of dissimilar ideas and constructs that are finding harmony in the journey through the forest without getting bogged down over the trees. It is a very comfortable feeling.

We got home and I’m still massively sick. I’m not convinced it’s the flu anymore, but I am fairly convinced this might be food poisoning. So we’re taking it pretty easy. I’m sick, so I’m whinny. But I’m not going to whine about being alone or lonely. Or pathetic. But know that I am. And, all things considered in the last 96 hours, I shouldn’t be. And I think that is even more pathetic—and dishonest.

I did put up the smaller of our two Yule trees for this year. Eventually this one will go on the balcony while the larger will go in its place. But given the lack of any actual living room furniture in our home, I guess it does kinda look out of place for the moment. I won’t bore anyone with pictures. It’s not “trimmed” yet, just white lights, but there is a kind of simplicity to it actually that is quite refreshing. I may just keep this one like that (and especially since it’ll be an outdoor tree soon).

Tomorrow is going to be a lazy day. My home is a disaster area (for the first time since we moved in here) and I have no energy at all to clean. It takes everything I have right now to get up to fix Jinx’s meals. Even this entry has taken me three hours to type out because sitting up for an extended period of time ends up making me nauseous. And I keep trying to fall over in a narcoleptic-type shock to the system. I think I’m going to actually hire a maid for a once a month cleaning. I can do the basics and keep things the way I prefer them, but I also prefer something a bit more intensive as well. Maybe I’ll be not so whinny and more capable of doing things this weekend, but right now, I just want a maid. LOL!

Overall, not too bad of a holiday—aside from a couple of emotional issues that came up. It’s been quite nice and our day was completed by such an amazing reception and inclusion by the members of our church. It was our first real event with them (outside of Sunday services) and it was the most open and welcome I’ve felt in a long time anywhere.

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Thursday, 27 November 2008 at 2:22 AM | Author: bishop
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  This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series Dealing with ADHD

See if any of these sound familiar to anyone. Especially those close to home need to listen up carefully to the next series of posts. Being able to admit to any one or more of these is no admission of mastering them. But admission is the first step to correction. The ADD games are:

  • Let’s have a problem
  • I bet I can get you to yell at me or hit me
  • My thoughts are more terrible than your thoughts
  • It’s your fault
  • No, No way, Never, You can’t make me do it
  • I say the opposite of what you say
  • I say the first thing that comes to mind
  • Let’s call it even
  • Fighting as foreplay

Ready to explore these now? Any of these seem familiar already? I can pick two out immediately that I do constantly and, though I can’t say that I honestly knew I was doing it, I saw immediately (when pointed out) that these are behaviors that I exhibit regularly just by reading the titles and before reading the details. I’ll point out the ones that I self-identified as I go along with a small asterisk*. I’ve marked two with a double asterisk** because I find them to be particularly notable as to my own specific games in every serious relationship I’ve ever had[1].

The Games ADD People Play

Let’s have a problem**

Metal GoalsWithout enough stimulation, the brain looks for ways to increase its own activity. Being mad, upset, angry, or negative has an immediate stimulating effect on the brain. Whenever you get upset, your body produces increasing amounts of adrenaline, which stimulates heart rate, blood pressure, muscle tension, and, yes, brain activity. Many people with ADD pick on others to get a rise out of them, to get them upset, to make them crazy. By doing so, they get a rush in the brain that provides the stimulation they crave.

I bet I can get you to yell at me or hit me*

A similar game to “Let’s Have a Problem” is “I Bet I Can Get You to Yell at Me or Hit Me.” Many people with ADD are masterful at getting others to scream, yell, spank[2], and basically fly out of control. They get others so upset that they cannot help but lose it. These negative behaviors provide quite the adrenaline rush but frequently lead to serious negative consequences, such as divorce, fights at school, unemployment, and even abuse. Again, the game is unconscious, not planned. It seems as if the ADD person senses the most vulnerable issues for others, and they work on them until there is an explosion[3].

My thoughts are more terrible than your thoughts

ADD people seem to be experts at picking out the most negative thoughts possible and staying focused on them for prolonged periods of time. It is almost as if they need the negativity to have the mental energy to function. You have probably noticed the people who play this game at work: If ten good things and one bad thing happen, most of their thoughts are focused on the bad thing. These are the people who complain, gossip, find fault, undermine, and pit people against each other. In meets they disagree and find fault. Many ADD people who unknowingly play this game end up isolated, lonely, depressed, and even more negative. People who are isolated from others have a higher incidence of both physical and emotional problems.

It’s your fault

This may be the most dangerous ADD game of all. In it the ADD person reasons that he or she has little, if anything, to do with the problem in his or her own life. Any problem is someone else’s fault. Whenever you blame someone else for the problems in your own life, you become a victim of that other person and you have no power to change anything. Without a sense of personal power, people often feel overwhelmed and hopeless.

No, No way, Never, You can’t make me do it

Opposition also increases adrenaline in the ADD brain. Many people with ADD, especially Type 3, tend to be argumentative and oppositional with people in their lives. These negative behaviors often cause tension and turmoil in families, in relationships, or at work. You cannot let people badger you or irritate you into getting their way. If you allow this game to work, it sets up serious social problems. No one likes someone who argues with everything they say or opposes them most of the time.

I say the opposite of what you say

This is the verbal equivalent to the “No, No Way, Never, You Can’t Make Me Do It” game (which is more behavioral in nature). The people who play this game take a position opposite to that of the other person in the conversation.

I say the first thing that comes to mind

ADD people will say things like “I am brutally honest” and they wear this trait as if it were a badge of courage. In reply, brutal honesty is usually not helpful. Relationships require tact. A doctor entered a waiting room, ten minutes late, to greet his 8 year old patient. She blurted out, “Well, it’s about damn time.” Her mother was horrified and apologized. But this was just par for the course in an ADD household.  This game causes many, many problems. When you just say the first thing that comes to mind, you can hurt someone’s feelings, infuriate a customer, or give away secrets that were entrusted to you.

Let’s call it even*

Many people with ADD play this deflection game. In this game, whenever someone else has a complaint or criticism, the player also adopts the complaint as his or her own. For example, if a husband is unhappy that the house isn’t clean, his wife (the player) complains that he doesn’t help enough. If a wife complains that her husband doesn’t listen enough, the husband will complain about the same thing. If a sibling says that her sister goes into her room and takes things, the sister will say she does that because her sister does it too.

Fighting as foreplay**

Water GoalsIn this game there is an intense fight, then a period of making up, which includes making love. The swing of emotions is quick and dramatic. One minute you are fighting, talking about divorce and ready to leave the relationship, the next moment you are making wild, passionate love and feeling blissful. It’s confusing to the participants but makes some biological sense. Once stimulated, you are ready for love.


All of these games are very destructive in ADD relationships. The first step in eliminating these games is to notice them.

And from here, we begin to explore how to eliminate them and set into place better boundaries, habits, frames of mind, and general healthy behaviors.

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  1. … with one possible exception. []
  2. Though I know a few people who might like this! LOL! []
  3. Note: The treatment for this particular game causes the problem to temporarily get worse before it gets better. And it never really goes away since the ADD person will continue to test these boundaries once established. []
Wednesday, 26 November 2008 at 7:42 PM | Author: bishop
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  This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series Dealing with ADHD

Dr. Amen has a questionnaire for the purposes of assessing the various subtypes of ADHD. It’s nothing formal in any sense of diagnosis, but I found that the results were quite accurate when applied to both myself and to Jinx.

I had asked Jenn to work the questionnaire for both of us from her perspective since she knows us best on a daily basis. I wanted a baseline from which to work when I did the same questionnaire both for myself but also for Jinx from my perspective. Her results were remarkably on the mark. My results were shot from the hip at first (intuitive answering) and wildly different from hers. When I went back and really thought about each question, I changed several answers and found that the end results were still different but proportionally the same as hers in the ratios.

Jinx and I have both been formally diagnosed with ADHD, so I’m not worried about that nor am I necessarily trying to replace one diagnosis with another. I find that this complements what I already know. However, that said, both Jinx and I are Type 1 (Classic ADD) subtypes with a secondary Type 3 (Overfocused ADD) subtype[1]. I understand why they call it overfocused but I think it is misleading on the surface. But just the written description fits Jinx perfectly in both cases.

I’m rereading most of the materials again now and focusing on the diet restrictions and additions. I also need to go through my kitchen and list out everything that either needs to be tossed now or will not be replaced once gone. Fun, fun. And all in time for the holidays!

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  1. The H in ADHD is a subaspect of ADD and merely means there is a manic or hyperactive element to the disorder itself. Also, there is some indication of a Type 6 (”Ring of Fire” ADD) subtype for me, but in review it is still minimal and a tertiary subtype at best for me—though it may actually have quite a bit of influence in my behavior patterns. It is also possible that the Type 6 responses that both Jenn and I marked are directly tied to my bipolar disorder rather than the ADD itself. The indicators of both are very similar and mine cycle—indicating bipolar—rather than remain persistent—indicating Type 6 ADD. Personally, I wouldn’t mind medicating the ADHD if I thought it would help but I will never again mediate the bipolar. []
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Wednesday, 26 November 2008 at 7:03 PM | Author: bishop

I’m massively sick.

Not sure why.

Yuck.

That is all.

UPDATE: I think I broke my toe as well. Shit!

UPDATE2 (AM): I’m so massively sick it’s pathetic. I mean, massively.

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Wednesday, 26 November 2008 at 11:57 AM | Author: bishop
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  This entry is part 1 of 5 in the series Dealing with ADHD

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin’ on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah

I couldn’t resist. Sorry. I am, of course, a child of the 80s after all. LOL!

Most people know that both Jinx and I are diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. Not really a big secret if you’ve ever been around either of us for longer than 30 seconds[1].

Wood GoalsI’m working on reworking our diet to help out since many of the neurological issues are very much triggered by the foods we eat. I have a friend who got both her kids completely off medication by following this one doctor’s plan which is more individual-type geared rather than just some generic one-size-fits-all plan. So I started working on determining which subtype of ADHD Jinx and I were. His mother helped out by providing an external perspective as well.

But—and this was part of the point about the Alcoholics Anonymous quip in my last post—sugar is one of the main villains in the fight against ADHD. I’ve eliminated much of the obvious sugar from our diet already. And it shows. However, think about this a minute:

A therapist came up to [Dr Amen] during the break with this story. He said, “I’m so glad you mentioned the sugar. I used to be a very angry person; sometimes I would even scare my family. It made me feel terrible. I even took anger management classes, but they didn’t seem to help. When I eliminated sugar in my diet, I noticed almost an immediate reduction in outburst, plus I felt more energetic, lost weight, and was much more focused.” His personal experience was the same as [Dr Amen's] clinical experience.

Even though we didn’t actually eliminate sugar but merely reduced it by a great amount, I can still say that the amount of outbursts from Jinx has been reduced a great deal and my own focus and anger issues have begun to decrease as well. Neither of us are “there” yet, but I can certainly see progress that makes me take this whole thing very seriously.

So what’s this thing with Alcoholics Anonymous? They serve coffee and donuts. So? Right? What do you put into coffee? What is a donut but little more than sugar in the round? This is why we don’t give ADHD children donuts for breakfast. Not only do they bounce off the walls, but they have no focus, gain weight, and end up with a crash when it’s done. Same with an alcoholic except even more dangerous. Alcohol metabolizes into sugar. In fact, one of the major weight gain villains is alcohol. The calorie intake alone from alcohol is whacked when it comes to proportion with other beverages because of the way that the alcohol is broken down by the body. But, the bottom line is that alcohol is converted to sugar (basically). So when an alcoholic decides to stop drinking and then goes to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting with coffee and donuts, they aren’t “getting cured.” They are merely substituting one sugar addiction for another. So instead of removing what the body does with alcohol, they continue it. Which means, it’s just that much easier to do a reverse substitution of alcohol instead of coffee and donuts. Catching on now?

What makes alcoholics so amazingly hostile both before they sober up and after they start to sober up but collecting their karma points in the form of little plastic chips? Sugar feeds anger and hostility. What is alcohol? What is coffee and donuts? Why are Sunday morning Christians trying to cleanse the world by the sword?[2] Why is it so hard for a recently sober person to focus on more than one thing at a time? Why do family members often complain that their newly sober loved one hasn’t actually changed at all in their personality? The sugar intake has not changed and the feedback loop from sugar to brain says, “fuck you!”

It’s not like this is new information, mind you. When I sobered up through that little mandated program the State of Texas so conveniently provided to me, the first two “sessions” were about diet. The first thing they did was explain proper breakfast foods. Oh. And they didn’t have a single coffee pot in the whole place and the “snacks” were hard boiled eggs and small tuna/wheat toast munchies. And water. Lots and lots of water. Not only have I remained sober since that point but my ability to return to a moderate alcohol intake[3] is not feeding the body’s addiction to the sugar[4]. I’m not saying this to pat myself on the back—though I won’t deny a sense of pride for having kicked yet another horrible habit in my life—but merely to suggest that I think diet had a huge impact on my success back then.

So, this isn’t really going anywhere. It’s merely my acknowledgement that sugar is a major, major culprit in my home and I know it and I’m working to reduce it as much as 90-95% as I am able. And, of course, it is my explanation as to my Alcoholics Anonymous snark earlier.

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  1. … which is about the length of time it takes for one of us to bounce across a wall or chase a tangent. []
  2. Oops. Sorry. Crossed wires. []
  3. … which really means that I could do one or two drinks a year a couple years back, but now just don’t care to drink at all. []
  4. … and, in fact, most drinking now makes me slightly ill-feeling which is why I just don’t go out of my way to drink at all. []
Wednesday, 26 November 2008 at 8:32 AM | Author: bishop

Anyone getting in a little humping over the holidays? Yeah. Not me either, though I bet there are plenty of people who will get some. Anyone up for a holiday betting pool?

Did you hear the joke about the first Thanksgiving? The one about if the Indians had given the pilgrims a donkey for that first dinner instead of a turkey, we’d all be getting a piece of ass this upcoming holiday …?

I promise not to give up my day job until after I finish school. And I promise not to go into comedy. Really.

For those who were asleep, yesterday was indeed my hatch day. For those who weren’t paying attention, I even gave the year of my birth—ironically, the same year as the establishment of the Church of Satan. A coincidence? I think not, my dear friends[1]. The only complaint I have is that my half-heartedly promised birthday gift never showed up, but I’m rolling with the disappointment. It’s not like this was unanticipated. In fact, I think I even said so before I reached yesterday. Not that it was a difficult prediction. However, my highlight was a handsome young man who decided that he wanted to take me to dinner. And so we ended up at Olive Garden, which just so happens to be one of my very favorite places to eat. I had my usual salad, breadsticks, and soup while he had a pizza and milkshake.

This will make Gerald smile:— Jinx and I are participating in the “Guest at your Table” program with our church[2]. It is little more than a box to catch loose change, but the opportunity to talk over dinner about various world issues—such as children not being able to have dinner or not having computers or a Playstation—has been quite remarkable. Jinx opens up and asks questions and I have to find answers, so it’s becomes an excellent dialogue for us both as well as putting our money, however little it may be, to use in something other than our own gratification-oriented whims[3]. Hopefully I will be able to use this as merely one in the beginning of lessons toward how to look beyond one’s selfishness, insecurities, and primal urges to see other people as part of the same web of life to which we all belong and then to do something about it.

We are not going out of town after all but we will be otherwise occupied for this holiday unless something else comes up that is more worthy of our time. Given certain other experiences of the last 48 hours, I’m remaining flexible to see if maybe family actually does take priority over anything else. We also already have our “tree trimming” plans at church since my offer for a hard-to-get-tickets-for rock concert on the same evening was turned down. And, later in the month we will be going with our church’s pagan earth-oriented spirituality group to the 16th Annual Winter SolstiCelebration (link to PDF event flyer) down at the Cathedral of Hope.

We’ve been working around here in the homestead on the concept (and consequences) of lying. I have a private post about a conversation I had with Jinx over this, but I’m not making it public[4]. But we had a scrap last night over a lie about his nighttime medicine. So, at nearly 1am, he was still awake because I trusted him over my instincts. Since I would hate to be wrong and overdose him, I rolled with it. Granted, it is a holiday night (along with the rest of the week nights this week, of course), but that does not excuse lying. I couldn’t decide on the fly how to deal with it other than I told him that I was disappointed and I would discuss it with him in the morning. Given my new policies on dealing with infractions (rather than the heated, angry method I’ve used in the past—trying to get away from heated and angry in total), I may just have him spend an hour cleaning this morning before starting his day.

Oh. A quick interlude here. Let me tell you: horny goat weed rocks. That’s all I’ll say for now. LOL!

Random Fact: Do you know why Alcoholics Anonymous fails more often than not? While I would only love too much to say that it was the fallacy in principles on which it is formed, alas, I would have to admit that such a goal would be just as fallacious and spiteful rather than truthful. No, in fact, the reason why Alcoholics Anonymous fails more often than not is because their meetings provide coffee (and usually donuts or breads stuffs of some kind) to alcoholics[5].

I think my dog is sick again. She’s acting mopey and apparently performed another Houdini trick out of her cage to go throw up in my living room. Still trying to figure that one out. She doesn’t seem to have any other symptoms at the moment, but I know that she needs to go to the vet for a check up in January (when I can afford it).

So today is officially the first day I start working on holiday plans. What to do, where to go, who to do it with (heh. sorry, my brain is definitely in the gutter this morning), what food to prepare, etc etc. I picked up a huge grapevine wreath from one of the Freecycle lists and I plan on stripping it down and making something with it for the holidays too. Was thinking about making that a family project, but we’ll see.

Overall … a good week so far. We’ll have to see how the rest plays out.

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  1. Heh. I’ve always wanted to end a sentence like that! []
  2. … of which the decision was made final yesterday afternoon by Jinx that we’ve officially adopted this church as our own. []
  3. I did ask his mother to participate in her own way if she could but I received, of course, no response to that email—since it probably didn’t make her feel attacked or put her on the defensive. Here I am trying to teach my son about a love that is beyond mere words and spasms and any expression of that kind of love between adults is seen as something to blow off and ignore. Great role model material, to be sure. Fortunately, he doesn’t know I asked her, so he can’t be disappointed like I am. []
  4. It’s available to most who already have registered accounts here should they wish to go find it. []
  5. I’ll have an entire post on this—the food stuff, not the AA stuff—later in the week sometime. []
Wednesday, 19 November 2008 at 7:04 PM | Author: bishop

I’m having an extreme anxiety attack. I’m not sure why, though I can probably guess. These same sensations (as if my heart is literally being ripped out of my chest and way too close to comfort to a heart attack) happen on a regular basis and usually about the same time. I know what it means. I just don’t want to face reality.

But the cold sweats and anxiety and panic and racing thoughts …

… I have some things to wrap up now.

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