It's already been a day or two, and I still haven't come up with a satisfactory way to blog this, so: unsatisfactory will have to do. So, what's new with you? Really? Wow, that sounds just [check adjective most applicable: _dandy _miserable _divine _horrific _deadly boring]. Me? Not so much, no. Well, there is this one thing. There's been some talk, you know, with all the mental health professionals ... and it appears fairly certain that I have—have always had—attention deficit disorder.
Yeah, I know, man. Far freaking out!
This is the way it went down, approximately: One of the crack team suggested this to me a while back, and I looked at the suggestion superficially and kind of dismissed it ... this was before the academic stuff went one.hundred.per.cent haywire. Then there was, let's see, misery misery misery ... lots of reflection on way, way past events ... random mentioning of the crack team member's suggestion to another member of crack team, who recommended this book; immediate purchase and subsequent avoidance of the book; spouse's finding book and reading (about half of) book; spouse's gentle prodding to read the book; and shocked recognition of detailed biography of the suspended animator on every fucking page of the book.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit.
So what it comes down to is that toward the end of this month I have an appointment with my psychiatrist for a psych eval and possibly an initial diagnosis, and I have to say I'm fairly certain, especially given my childhood history, that the diagnosis is forthcoming.
Things not to say when someone tells you s/he has adult attention deficit disorder, part 1 of [?]
Okay then. I'm off to Boston to celebrate my older sister's birthday with her; I may blog from there, or I may be having just too damn much fun for that. But my love and blessings to all of you, my darling readers; and may the coming year bring you growth and peace and the warm rays of the sun and other good things.