My highly keyed-up, observant but pedantic shrink wants me to get a neuropsychological exam for ADD. I haven’t looked it up yet, can barely type it, don’t know anything about it. I don’t want to read what I know is out there — yet. I’ve read Addy Bell’s post and I feel like that’s all I need to know. It still makes me nervous thinking about it, for no reason I can ascertain.
But then I think it sounds like something out of Asimov, “neuropsychology,” and suddenly I want to do it. Especially if it means learning whether ADD is all just in my head.
I’m starting to fall out of contact with friends in my apathy-that-isn’t. I do care, I just don’t do anything. But on the past two nights I forced myself away from the computer and toward the TV, where I was able to watch a few episodes of a favorite show and actually enjoy myself. So I know it’s not impossible. I just want enjoyable things to stop being such a chore, and unenjoyable nothingness to stop holding my attention and focus hostage.







