I had trouble planning, I couldn't maintain any overview and constantly forgot things or at least didn't do ALL the steps.
To keep everybody busy this afternoon while I have a three hour meeting, here's a thread about my personal journey with ADHD.
I got diagnosed in August 2019, at age 33.
I had trouble planning, I couldn't maintain any overview and constantly forgot things or at least didn't do ALL the steps.
I made an appointment with my GP, who first referred me to the 'pratijkondersteuner' (psychologist-light sort of).
I started medication and a 12 week program of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy.
Like being in a very noisy room and suddenly everything gets quiet.
It just explained so many things of what I was dealing with and WHY I was dealing with them. Suddenly there was a reason for why I just couldn't do some things.
I NEVER made my homework even though I knew I had to and thought it was important to do. I just forgot.
Just go call someone? I'd rather die.
Knowing where I put something I had been holding just 2 seconds ago? HA! FOOL!
But you can definitely learn to live with it.
There was a neurological condition standing in my way!
It doesn't excuse it and madication doesn't take it away. But it makes dealing with it so much easier!
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Ironies of Luck https://t.co/5BPWGbAxFi
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I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
