Let me share a review from Linda, which tells a lot about ADD or ADHD:
I’d read only a few pages of Dr. Puryear’s book before I unexpectedly began to recognize myself. It wasn’t the idea of making lists on colored index cards (although one of the first things I did after starting the book was buy a pack of colored cards). I’ve always kept lists, not to help me remember things (well, now that I’m 62, yes, to help me remember things) but to help me feel less overwhelmed by all the stuff running through my head. Keeping notes on backs of old envelopes? Yes, I do that too. Probably picked it up from my mother, who even cut up old tissue boxes for something to write on. When I realized, however, that the drawer in the side table was so crammed with old envelopes and scraps of paper that I could barely open it, I began to wonder. Then there is the clutter in my office, so much that I can’t make myself work there and I can’t make myself clear it away, obviously because I’m lazy and sloppy. Always being late for things. Procrastination (I call it “inspiration by deadline”). Feeling my life is too big for me and I can’t keep up with it all. Being irritated by interruptions when I’m concentrating on something. Not getting along with bosses (I work for myself now–and I still don’t get along with boss!). Addiction to computer games. No longer starting projects that excite me because I know I’ll never finish them. Blurting out (Why did I say that?). It all began to ADD up.
Dr. Puryear’s book is chock-full of stories about and strategies for living with ADD–ideas that can be useful to anyone, with or without ADD. But as I continued reading, something else began to make a difference for me: I felt understood, and I began to understand myself in a new way. I found myself being less judgmental and more gentle and reasonable, checking myself (there’s a chapter on that) instead of berating myself. I began to feel hope that my life can be better; that my problems are problems, not lack of good moral character; that I don’t have to be stuck in the mire of it all; that the “too bigness” of my life can be broken into smaller and smaller and even smaller chunks–orderly chunks that I feel I can handle instead of always feeling overwhelmed, anxious, and demoralized by “never doing anything right.”
I was really moved by this review – she got it! and the point of writing the book was to help people. thank you linda
which leads to the next post – “self-abuse”