I’ve been dying to post this. I had to wait until my 3rd Italy story ran, so as not to interrupt the travel report. BUT… meanwhile, Lizzie Acker, whom you see here:
I’ve told you before that I have ADHD. I’ve long said it isn’t that we can’t pay attention; it’s that we’re paying attention to too many things already. And Lizzie spoke about that. So hooray for people whose brains work differently! Maybe we could all go to Neurodiversity University-- just think, it'd be the only college that rhymes! I can almost hear the alma mater, can't you?
As for DCD, I blogged about that here. It means we’re clumsy and uncoordinated, and do not belong on sports teams. This morning’s proof as Bob and I were getting ready in the bathroom:
Me: I’ve never told you this before, but I almost fall out of bed, like, five or six times a night.
Bob: (laughing and almost choking on his toothpaste) What do you do— (begins to demonstrate) just catch yourself and say, “Oh, dang—" and scoot back in?
Me: (Running water to fill up my cup) That is exactly what I do.
Bob: (Looking into my sink) You’re missing your cup.
Then I look down and realize I’m holding the cup about one inch away from the water. In my defense, I haven’t put my contacts in, yet. But this is how life is when you have DCD. Your hand-to-eye coordination is on a permanent vacation.
And that was just five minutes into the day, folks. Luckily I don’t move around much when I record my Youtube Mom videos.