How Do You Think I Feel?

I know that it has to be frustrating to live or work with me. Hell! It can be frustrating to ask me for directions!

A few years ago, I published an article When Every Day is Christmas. At the time, I was perfectly aware that I was a little, well, wierd. However, it was later that I was actually diagnosed as having ADHD/ADD.

Looking back at the article, I can see how it delineates, in a hopeful, sort of positive, manner what having ADHD is like...and what it can be like for the people I come in contact with.

A friend of mine, who has ADHD himself, silently walks over and turns on a switch that I have regularly forgotten to turn on for the last six months. He understands, but how would YOU handle someone that "stupid".

I'm on my second wife, and I am sure that the first one took a walk, at least partly, because I just didn't seem to care.

I did, but somehow, I could not convey. I could not explain why a 40+ year-old genius with college degree (dean's list, no less) could barely hold a job and never seemed to progress beyond the lowest rungs of the ladder.

Every day has been filled with recriminations and self loathing, but, at least since getting the diagnosis and learning more about the condition, I have been a little better able to forgive myself...but it's still hard.

After all, I'm supposed to be the provider, the solid citizen, the person looked up to and respected. As it is, I'm the person who survives, and sometimes I wonder why...or how.

If I cannot understand and accept, how can those around me? On the other hand, if I cannot understand and accept, how can anyone else.
==================
One man's story: Conquer ADD/ADHD