We’re only on day 2 of meds, so clearly this an evolving situation.
I’m kind of emotional, because OMG, so much crazy...
And I’m in a parking lot waiting for Christmas shopping kids, so I could be interrupted & have to come back later.
For now, I’ll try to be succinct and stick to ADHD symptoms and the immediate reactions to vyvanse.
This kid takes all year to make decisions, so it could be a while 😂
But now I have coffee and I’m alone with my thoughts and twitter, so let’s try this again.
To recap:
My husband has a dual diagnosis - ADHD & dyslexia. We sought diagnosis for the dyslexia in order to get reading & disability support...
The severity & far-reaching effects of his dyslexia, even though expected, devastated both of us to a degree that made us incapable of truly absorbing the impact of the ADHD.
So for over a year after diagnosis, we continued to ignore the ADHD.
We bought a house.
But not just any ol’ house.
This thing is a Frankenstein monster.
It had potential, and my husband is handy. He begged & pleaded, drew up plans, convinced me.
So began my 2 year journey into homelessness & housing insecurity with small kids, parenting alone, and trying to keep my family alive.
That house ate my husband up.
He lived, breathed, ate, drank, thought nothing else.
Money went all to hell for a variety of reasons. Family relationships suffered.
My husband’s depression was crushing. I feared for his life.
For the first time, I realized medication could make a life-altering difference.
Now I’m going to fast-forward to today, because this whole getting the medications prescribed thing was a shitshow.
We finally finished jumping through hoops, communicating with the psychologist, MD, pharmacy...
Saturday’s suck for us typically, because he doesn’t shift from work mode to home mode well. A normal Saturday involves him hyperfocusing on something to do with the ongoing house rehab & ignoring the kids.
Typically I try to keep them out from underfoot on Saturday, because he gets frustrated & annoyed with them.
Yesterday morning, my oldest daughter & I didn’t feel well.
So my husband took the little one outside to work on the porch.
Yesterday, thanks to vyvanse, he kept her happy & entertained all morning and was able to break free of his obsession (house project) to care for her as needed.
I saw him switching between projects & needs, focusing on his family when they needed him, instead of hyperfocusing to the detriment of all else.
We’ve been together for 12 years, married for 11.
I’ve never seen him so capable of expressing his thoughts & emotions.
Never seen him set his own project aside, even momentarily, to care for someone else.
Just not capable of seeing needs until they hit him in the face.
If he’s talking to someone, he will not answer the phone.
And he loses track of time, so he may be talking to someone for 2 hours after work and not think to let me know why he’s not home.
Let’s say he gets home from work, and he’s on the phone. One of his daughters runs to tell him hi... and he ignores them. As if they didn’t exist.
Not business calls... friends & family. Who would understand.
Until now.
The vyvanse allows him to shift between conversations & projects without losing the thread.
This doesn’t happen.
Deep conversations have always had to happen in a quiet environment with no major distractions.
This makes me want to cry because... goddamn it, it’s not like he’s never helped.
But this was a whole new level.
Typical cleaning for him involves throwing everything in a pile and finding a hiding spot. And then giving the place a lick & a promise.
Not today.
Applying all the organization theory I’ve tried to teach him over the years that never seemed to stick.
God, don’t talk to me about diet changes, non-toxic methods, lifestyle changes.
But.
I was ready to throw in the towel. This PROVES there is a LITERAL, PHYSICAL issue with this man’s highly creative brain.
That when we got married, he needed someone he could depend on. He knew he needed carried.
I’ve given him something else... his independence.
I honestly didn’t think he’d ever recognize that.
He told me he can tell he’s a better dad this weekend...
Holy fuck, yes.