Finding Richard at

Which way did he go? Where has he been? Where is he headed? So many questions . . ..

About Richard

I’m  an old computer tech that wants to try his hand at blogging.  Bear with me, I haven’t done much expository writing since college.  My first “Writings” post shows that I need to work on writing  non-technical prose. It, like me, is a work in progress . . .  Stay tuned, I’m ADD — EVERYTHING is subject to change — at a moment’s notice! 

I’m blessed to be married with a beautiful, intelligent, strong, tender, loving Christian lady who has blessed me with three fine sons.  I have five children and four grand children.  I was raised in the country, but have been surviving in town for almost four decades. Just can’t seem to get out of town and back to the country where I belong. Guess it’s just not important enough to me to go through the pain necessary to get from here to there, even though it would do us all a lot of good.

You’re going to see me refer to ADD a lot in this blog.  I was diagnosed in 2011, but both the counselor who made the initial diagnosis and the doctor I followed-up with agree that I’ve probably been ADD all my life. We’re all told not to let our problems and shortcomings define our lives.   Well, with ADD, that’s not a choice you get to make.  The best quote I’ve seen about ADD is: “Being ADD is like channel surfing — but you’re not holding the remote!” Yeah, that’s pretty much what it’s like. (I’ll do a search later to get an attribution for that quote.  I dis-remember who it was that said it at this moment, and I don’t want to break the flow.)  For you movie buffs (with children) here’s another way to look at it: Remember the dogs on “Up?”  No matter what they were doing, even the hint that a squirrel was in the area would totally distract them — often with comedic & disastrous results.  Being ADD is like that. EVERYTHING  is a @*&# squirrel!

You’ve probably noticed that I refer to ADD as a state of being, not as something I have.  You either are ADD, or you’re not.  It’s not something that can be “fixed” or “cured.”  The best docs in the world can only help you to learn to live with it.  Being ADD means that your brain is wired different from “normal.” It is what it is, and you get to learn to live with it. (1/21/2016 – I’d seen something – somewhere – that ADHD/ADD was considered part of the autism spectrum.  Just did a search on it and there seems to be some rather religious disputes on that topic, so what ADD is, exactly, is still like trying to nail Jell-O to a bulkhead in a hurricane.)

I’ll do other posts on ADD, for right now, I’d like to move along and go on to other topics.

So, what’s this blog all about? Life, marriage, parenthood, family, faith, work, play and everything else that pops into my ADDled brain!  Think of it as the little bicycle with training wheels of blogs. This is a place where I’ll talk about what I’ve done, what I’d like to do, about what I think is wrong with the world, about what I think is right with the world (Hopefully, there’ll be more in the latter than the former.),  relationships, plans, dreams, and navel lint.  And, it’ll be a place for me to exercise my writing and communication muscle.



4 thoughts on “About Richard

  1. yes, all our lives. great to get diagnosed and then to be able to deal with it.
    thank you for signing up for the blog, hope it will be helpful

  2. I really like how you define add you just have to deal with it I have seven kids and two have adhd I am curious as to what causes it any ideas?Would you use meds if your children had it?I do but feel guilty about it but if I didn’t then my 10 yr old would end up hurting himself and causing us all to go nuts.What is your take on meds?

    • First, let me apologize for being off-grid for so long. One of the aspects of my particular flavor of ADD is losing track of time and priorities. I will try to do better.

      I’m not the best to ask on the subject of meds. I bailed on my doctor because I couldn’t afford $300 an hour over-and-above what my insurance would pay. (I’m supporting five people and two dogs on a single salary.) Adderall was helping with my energy levels and my sleep — which is counter-intuitive since it’s a methamphetamine stimulant. But, what I didn’t like was the fact that it gave me an impatient and snappy attitude. When I quit it got worse. One of my wife’s friends suggested the supplement compound Choline & Inositol. I started it while I was on vacation, and I have to say that I like it. Helps with my energy levels and ability to concentrate. It also gives me a much more positive outlook on life. Now, if I can just remember the three doses a day now that I’m back into my insane schedule . . .

      If my own kids were ADD? It would depend on the severity. I’ve been able to cope for almost 3/4 of my expected lifespan without medication. It has only been lately that my coping strategies have been breaking down. I’m not a big fan of doctors or Big Pharma, so my temptation would be to try to find alternatives and try to help my boys build their own coping skills — but, if their ADD was severe, then I would definitely consider medication.

      Do what works for your situation. I saw that stimulant treatment can improve a person’s ability to cope. People are going to judge. It’s the nature of the beast. Or – if you will – the nature The Beast encourages us to take on.

      To answer your first question last: Defining ADD is like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall, so defining its causes has to be at least as difficult. I am tempted to lay the blame on diet and our intense interrupt-driven society . . . BUT . . . I also suspect that I have been ADD since childhood (Which would really explain a lot.), and I grew up on what would now be called an organic farm on a small island where the term “island time” really means something. My Mom was a great cook, and was very careful to provide balanced meals. The ingredients came mostly from our own farm. TV was also minimal – in comparison with today – and, of course, home computers and video games were non-existent in the 60s. Fast food was not available to me. In short: I really don’t know how I got to be this way. Could be genetics, could be a mineral deficiency, might have been any number of factors dietary or environmental.

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