I don’t want to turn this blog into a sob story, and in all honesty I probably won’t. However, today has been fucking difficult for absolutely no reason whatsoever and I want to try and get down how I’m feeling.
It’s only been a few months since my wife and I first entertained the idea that I have ADD/ADHD. Last week our suspicions were confirmed when I received the official diagnosis from my doctor. I’m not sure if it’s good news or bad news yet, but news it is and there’s no getting away from it. It’s a relief in many respects because no I know I’m not stupid, lazy or crazy. I suspect that it’s a relief for Julia for precisely those reasons as well.
Of course it doesn’t change anything at all. For all I’ve seen a doctor, I’ve yet to receive any treatment or care. It’s still early days and any move towards understanding what has gone before will take time. There’s a lot of information out there and sifting through it to find reliable and trustworthy data is going to be a long process. Therein lies part of the problem. One of the beautiful contradictions of ADD/ADHD is that I can hyper-focus on the most trivial of subjects and ideas but when it comes to reading and research, I find it almost impossible to stay on track. I glean lots of information quickly but as soon as detail presents, I hit a slow paragraph or the wind changes then that’s it. Game over.
Is it wrong for me to hope that medication will help me get over that? Honestly, I think it is. I’ve been on antidepressants for three years so I’m no stranger to taking pills. They’ve helped me control mood swings and temper a self-destructive anger that meant I was always on the boil. Of course, the recent diagnosis helps to make sense of all of that. So does this now mean that I come off the Citalopram and start taking the recommended stimulants? I don’t know enough about them but my doctor suggested lowering my anti-d dose and starting me on the Concerta as well. That’s two lots of tablets to help control who I am without the medication – to bring me into line with the rest of society – to change me into something that I’m not. This conflicts me greatly for a number of reason. I don’t want to go off on a tangent and spout conspiracy theories about population control, but after a few drinks and with the right music and lighting, it wouldn’t be a huge leap!
If this is how God made me, then is taking medication wrong?
Am I willingly chemically neutering myself?
Should my wife take me as I am. For better, for worse?
If this is who I am, shouldn’t I just carry on and the consequences be damned? I just don’t fucking know.
There are things that I want to do in my lifetime, my wife and I have plans. If I don’t take care of things I don’t see how we’ll ever be able to achieve them.