A few weeks ago something "clicked" in my doctor's head. Something I said made her think about ADD. She suggested I keep an eye on a couple of things and report back. She also asked me to ask my Mom about when I was a kid. When I reported back, her clicking continued.

Since then I have been reading everything I can find on ADD. This just might be what has been wrong with me since I can remember. Everything fits. I am grateful that after 36 years, someone may have actually diagnosed me correctly. I am also angry that it took this long. My mom also wonders why school didn't pick up on it sooner. I told her it was because "only boys had it back then" and I wasn't hyper. The more we talk the more I know the diagnosis is correct. My Mother always felt a lot of responsibility for my troubled teen years. She may finally believe that it wasn't her fault. I am giving her as much information as I can about this ADD thing. And she is talking with others about it so she can learn more : )

I spoke with my husband for the second time about the possibility of me having ADD. The first time we spoke he was ambivalent. Tonight he was very supportive. I explained more of what was involved with ADD. He totally understood and had his own examples of my ADD behavior. He is happy that I may finally know what is wrong and how to fix it. I know he would love a less cluttered house, see me finish my 23 in progress projects, sleep better, and be happy.

I see my doctor on Monday. I will tell her that I think she is right and where do we go from here?
WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE????

laughter really is the best medecine